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“Where, Aly? Tell us where,” Cole continues, taunting her.
“Hawk’s eating my pussy and…oh God…You’re... You’re licking my... my ass,” she stutters, barely able to form the words. She’s close. The tremor in her voice telling us it’s just a few more seconds before she...
“OH FUCK!” She comes, hot and hard, with both my friends’ tongues in her holes.
“Yes! That’s our dirty girl!” Cole smacks her ass again, praising her as she comes down from her high. “Fucking love it,” he continues, his hips still undulating on top of Hawk. Whether they realize it or not, Hawk’s returning the movement, chasing their orgasms and blind to everything else.
But Aly’s not blind. And she hasn’t forgotten the last bit of her request. Lying on my stomach, drained and satiated for the moment, she musters just enough energy to command them.
“Don’t come!”
Their movements hesitate at her command. “What?!” Hawk exclaims, barely holding it together if his staggered breaths are anything to go by.
“Don’t come! I’m not done with you, yet.”
You can hear the sadistic smile coating her words as they drip from her lips.
Both Cole and Hawk pause their race to the finish line, their breaths sharp and pierced as I watch them strangle their cocks into submission.
“Oh, you beautiful temptress. You wonderfully vicious woman,” Cole worships, his eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for Aly’s brutal turn of events. “It’ll be a cold day in Hell before I forget this evening. I can guarantee that.” He ends his taunt by sticking his tongue in his cheek, looking Aly up and down while groaning as he squeezes his dick one last time. With jerking movements, he lumbers over to the side, removing himself from Hawk’s lap.
Aly, no longer partially pinned between the two, gingerly lifts her hips so Hawk can crawl out from under her. Silently, and ever so carefully, he marches his unfulfilled and overly horny ass over to Cole’s side, muttering “Fuck!”under his breath, over and over again, as he forces himself to comply with her request. His hair’s a damn mess, strands mussed this way and that, and his face is flushed a deep crimson red, every inch absolutely glistening with Aly’s sweet juices. His eyes are wild with barely restrained arousal. And when I look down…
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hawk
Holy fuck! …What the? … How? …Holy fuck!
My stomach and hips are soaked in precum. Absolutely dripping with it. I lost my boxer briefs during the melee—everything felt so good—and now my fucking dick is screaming at me. I could probably punch a hole through a wall with this thing if I was so inclined, but at least I’m not the only one in this predicament. When I turn my gaze to Cole, I see his hips are just as soaked as mine. And his cock? The gigantic son of a bitch is thick and hard andfuck... I hesitate a moment. The truth of the matter so blatantly obvious, but I’m reluctant to put a voice to it so openly. When I finally look up into Cole’s eyes, my breath stops.
They’re heated.
These blurredlines keep getting pushed, melding my assumptions with what is fact, and I’m not sure what to make of myself anymore. The glaring revelation presented itself this past winter. Opportunity beckoned my curiosity when Cole revealed he was, in fact, bisexual. Prior to the apocalyptic events last year, neither Jax nor I had any idea of his preferences. Why should we? They’rehispreferences. Upon reflection, I thought a small part of me might be as well, if only because it got Aly all hot and bothered at the sight of us pushing those taboo boundaries between one another. But the throbbing hard-on I have no hope of concealing— a result of not only Aly’s seduction, but Cole’s rhythmic guidance as well—solidifies the possibility. I’m not sure I’ll be able to deny it after today.
But what does it even matter? I’m ok with everything we did. And tonight wasn’t even that out of the norm. We just rubbed our dicks together. I mean, we’ve done thatinsideof Aly before when we fucked her pussy together at the same time. It’s practically the same thing... right? Who am I kidding? Even as I try to persuade myself, I know it’s not even close.
Regardless, it’s gonna have to go on the back burner of my mind. This rager isn’t going away anytime soon. And Aly straight up said that she wasn’t done with us. Fuck me, this is going to be a long night.
Our beautiful woman is still on her belly, sprawled exhaustedly over Jax and content for the moment, but wickedness fills her eyes. I remember what she said earlier. The grand finale from her winning Jax’sstupid game. All it would take is two or three well-timed strokes of my fist on my cock and I could be painting her chest in my cum, creating a fucking masterpiece on those perfect tits, but I hold myself back.
Achingly... I hold myself back.
Cole, not waiting for her prompts, takes command again, lowering himself to her level. “Hey beautiful. Check in time. How we doing?” He gently moves a piece of hair that had fallen over her face, blocking her eyes from him. Jax is trapped at a weird angle beneath her, but I don’t think he cares one bit if the blissed-out, satiated look on his face is anything to go by.
She smiles and sighs happily. “Good. So good. That was amazing.” But her newly acquired, deliciously vicious, sex kitten persona suddenly rears its head again, reclaiming her power over all of us as she redirects everyone’s focus. “But it’s you who needs to check in... Doc.”
The grin she directs his way is absolutely sadistic, causing Cole to smile back with what looks like pride. “I’m good.Green. Thank you for checking in.” She does the same with both Jax and myself, receiving similar responses from each of us before Cole continues. “I’m happy you enjoyed it, as well. I’m so proud of you for breaking past your barriers today. Would you like to continue with your other request?”
She hesitates a moment. Probably exhausted from the round robin eat-out fest we just gave her. It’sunderstandable. She broke through a soft limit today. Fuck,Ibroke through a soft limit today.
I kind of had a hunch Aly was going to use her winning prize to make us do something in the realm ofguy-on-guyshit. I get it. Women think it’s hot, and I can get the appeal. I mean, look at the fucking steel rod in front of me, for crying out loud. The lethal combination of Aly’s reaction as well as Cole’s wild, unrestrained desire has me wielding a fucking battle ax, ready to charge back into battle.
Aly’s reaction was full, unrestrained lust. She gushed like a fucking waterfall when we started fighting for her clit with our tongues. I knew from that moment on that whatever it was that Cole had in mind, I was going to dive in head first, no regrets.
He knows Aly on a whole other level compared to me and Jax. I don’t know how, we all have an equal amount of time with her, but I think it’s his intuition. He sees the little things. The microscopic cues that, to anyone else, would just be a twitch or a subconscious fidget, but to him, they tell the story of Aly. His medical background probably helps a lot with that regard, as well. He knows, in minute detail, how the body works, its chemical makeup, it’s untold reflexes.
So, if he says Aly likes something…I’m gonna do it.
