Page 56 of Mayhem
They gave her a few more thrusts, and she arched between them as she came, lifting and damn near coming off of their dicks. She angled her body to capture his lips, and Cruz kissed her as they stayed still, allowing her to come down from her high. Erin’s moans tapered off against his lips, but he continued to kiss her slowly.
“Hold her,” Paetyn stated.
Cruz hooked his arms under Erin’s legs, pulling them up slightly. She moaned against his lips, and he knew that Paetyn had pulled out of her. He pulled away from the kiss, walked them to the bed, and sat at the edge of it, his dick still buried inside Erin.
“Such a pretty little pussy. All wet and glistening for us,” Paetyn stated. Cruz knew the way he held her gave the other man a fantastic view.
He moved back on the bed, laying against the pillows, while Erin placed her hands on the bed, propping herself slightly, her back against his chest. He felt Paetyn join them on the bed, and a couple of seconds later, Erin let out a moan as Paetyn took one of her legs from Cruz and threw it over his shoulder.
“Hot. Paetyn, wait,” Erin stated. “This angle is different. I need a minute.”
Cruz couldn’t blame her for needing a pause and was glad she’d used a safe word. They had her open for the taking and planned on doing just that, but only when she could handle it.
“Warm,” she said after the momentary pause.
Paetyn pulled out, thrusting back into her, which sent Erin rocking against him. Cruz released her other leg, his hands going to her waist, lifting her, and pulling out. He thrust back into her at the same time Paetyn did, and their moans flooded the room again.
It almost felt as if he were skin-to-skin with her, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d watched his dick enter and retreat from her body in their first position, he would have forgotten he was wearing a condom. When he’d slid in, it felt like nothing was between them. Nothing hindered him from her tight warmth. Cruz decided then that those would be the only condoms he used for the rest of his life.
They chose their rhythm, fucking her in time. After several minutes, they both gave her a hard thrust simultaneously, and one of Erin’s arms gave out under her as she moaned deeply. Six more dual thrusts and her other arm gave out as well. It didn’t matter, though. Cruz had her, and he was in no way going to let her fall. He had plans to keep her in that position until they made her cum for them again.
He had to wait several minutes before he felt that all too familiar feeling of her tightening around him. She began to shake between them, and Cruz knew he was about to get what he’d been aiming for. What he was sure they’d both been aiming toward.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Erin chanted as she was rocked between them.
“That’s it, Maly,” Cruz stated. “I know you want to let go for us.”
“Be good for us, Angel, and cum. Don’t hold back.”
“Shit! Cruaetyn!”
Erin arched so far up that she came halfway off Cruz’s dick as she convulsed between them, her orgasm ripping like bliss through her. Cruz found himself chuckling with Paetyn a minute later when she came down.
“That’s the first time I’ve heard that,” Cruz informed her.
“Me too,” Paetyn co-signed. “For the record, Angel. We don’t care whose name you call out when we’re together like this.”
Cruz listened to Erin let out a shaky breath. “My brain short-circuited,” she told them, pulling another chuckle from them.
“Then we need to aim to make that happen again,” Cruz responded, pulling her back down his dick. The night was still young, and they still had so much more they wanted to give and take from her.
15
Erin sank deep into the water, releasing a contented sigh. She’d woken up between her men, her right leg thrown over Cruz’s waist, Paetyn’s chest at her back, only to find them both awake already. She’d laid there for a few minutes before stretching and sitting up.
Her body was sore in the best way, and Erin’s mind immediately returned to the previous night, to everything they’d given her, and caused her to feel. She’d remembered cumming for a final time and then falling asleep exhausted.
Now, she sat in the bath Cruz ran for her twenty minutes ago before placing her in, kissing her forehead, and leaving her to relax.
She turned her attention to the doorway as Cruz entered wearing boxers. He sat on the side of the tub. His hair was damp, and Erin figured he’d showered in one of the other bathrooms.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, running his knuckle up and down her cheek.
“Relaxed, though I’m still a bit sore in places.”
“Well, we wouldn’t be doing our job of pleasing you if you weren’t a little sore still,” Cruz smirked at her, and Erin couldn’t help but laugh. “I hate to rush you out, but Paetyn is making breakfast.”
She didn’t mind getting out sooner, especially if it was for food since she was hungry. “I’ll be down in fifteen minutes.”
