Page 69 of Power Play
A sharp slap to my right ass cheek has me jumping, and my walls clenching, causing Ben to grunt, fingers gripping into the flesh of my thighs.
"Open up for Jonesy, slut, and let him fuck that mouth of yours."
I look up to see Garrett, looking slightly unsure of himself. He's standing on the bed, towering over us all, but it puts his cock at the perfect height.
One hand braces against the wall for support on the shaky mattress, while the other reaches out to me. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, but his hand wavers there.
"Can I...?"
I'm not sure what he's asking for, but the answer is yes. I trust this man implicitly. He's given me so much trust, so much vulnerability and intimacy. I want to give him everything. My heart, my body, my trust, my forever.
"Open."
I do.
He hooks his thumb into my mouth and secures my lower jaw. I smile as I realize he wants to try out some of Scott's degradation. The smile must be the permission he was looking for. Releasing my jaw, he strokes his hard length, causing my walls to clench again in anticipation. Ben hisses below me.
"I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth now, baby. And you're going to take it all like a good little slut, won't you?"
I whimper and squirm on Ben, needing movement, needing friction. It earns me another slap to my exposed flesh from Scott. I'm so hot, so needy. My skin feels two sizes too small, and I need to escape.
Before I can squirm again, Garrett palms the side of my face and slides his hot cock between my teeth. I gag a little and moan as he hits the back of my throat. It's so good. So dirty. And I want more.
I squirm on Ben, earning another slap, eliciting another whimpered exhale through my nose. Scott finally takes pity on me, pressing one thick finger past the ring of muscles. I bear down on the pressure, wanting more, needing more. It's not long before he's adding a second thick finger, scissoring them, and opening my body for him.
Garrett starts at a gentle pace, but before long, the hand palming my face slides underneath my jaw, his thumb pressing my lip against my teeth. I open wider, awkwardly, hoping to accommodate both his cock and his thumb.
He slips his thumb inside again, holding me by my jaw, as his pace starts to pick up. The opening in my lip allows saliva to escape, dripping down my chin and onto my chest and Ben's. I'm a sloppy, spitty mess, but the look of sheer desire on Garrett's face has me feeling like a queen.
"Gonna need you to hurry up back there, Coach. I can't take much longer."
Just then, his fingers disappear. I whine, and go to look over my shoulder, but Garrett doesn't release my jaw. Instead, he thrusts harder, faster, deeper, causing me to gag some more and tears form in my eyes.
"Fuck, baby, you look so fucking good like this."Baby.My heart clenches in on itself painfully. Garrett has been so amazing about learning my body, making love to me, being respectful of me as we figure out our relationship in and outside of the bedroom. But knowing I do this to him? That he's losing control?
I don't have time to wax poetically about Garrett, when the wide head of Scott's cock presses through my backdoor. I have to take a moment to breathe and bear down through the pain. But Scott knows what he's doing. He gives me an inch before taking it away again. Two inches and then gone.
And soon, the very little control I have snaps. I'm being filled by my men, overwhelmed with pleasure and pressure and sensations that I simply become pleasure and pressure and sensation. My body is helpless to do anything butfeel. And it's more than just them coming together to give me an incredible night of sex. These are my men.Mymen. They loveme. They're withme. And I'm with them.
Tracey's already tested each of them, but they passed. They didn't give in to her advances. They exist for me. They live for me. And for the babies growing in my belly.
And I love them. All of them. So much it aches.
Ben and Scott find a rhythm. When one enters, the other retreats.
Ben is groaning. Scott is grunting.
Until they change their rhythm and they're both entering me at the same time, touching every sensitive nerve ending, splitting me apart with pleasure.
From my toes curling, to each individual hair on my head getting its own heartbeat, I come and come violently.
I can't even scream out my orgasm. But it's enough. I must squeeze Ben and Scott in my orgasm, my internal walls clenching repeatedly as I grind myself on them, wanting to milk this feeling of ecstasy only my guys can give me.
Garrett pulls out of my mouth as my vision tunnels and I collapse onto Ben's naked chest, my own chest heaving, pulling big gulps of air into my lungs.
"Roll over, pretty girl," Ben whispers after placing a soft kiss to my temple once he's caught his breath.
"Huh?"
