Page 90 of Mayhem
Cruz pulled out, jutting his hips and pushing back in as Paetyn retreated from her pussy. They knew she enjoyed this, when they fucked her with opposing thrusts instead of at the same time. It was a constant, overwhelming pleasure.
She wouldn’t last long with how they had worked her up, and Cruz was not ashamed to admit he wouldn’t either. Pushing her ecstasy, watching her squirm with pleasure from each new thing they’d tried had served to work him up, too. He always took pleasure in giving it to Erin and watching how it affected her. Trying new things had been no different, and seeing how she’d reacted to them had made him painfully hard.
He didn’t care. They had the rest of the weekend to spend locked away in their playrooms. To test everything she was interested in, every restraint and equipment piece that she was okay with letting them try.
Erin clenched around them again, and he and Paetyn released a simultaneous, “Fuck.” Cruz smacked one of her ass cheeks, the sound reverberating in the room.
The intensity behind his thrusts increased, pulling hitched breaths from Erin as her back arched. The countering thrusts rocked her between them, pushing them deep each time they entered her.
“That’s it, Angel,” Paetyn stated. “You’re taking us so well. Always so good for us.”
“Please,” Erin breathed. “Please don’t stop.”
“Mm. Do you want to cum for us, Maly?”
“Yes, yes. So fucking bad.”
“We’re not stopping you, baby,” Paetyn responded.
“Let us feel you cum for us,” Cruz added.
They continued to fuck her, pushing her towards her release, and it wasn’t long before she released a deep moan, the soundbouncing off the walls as she came between them. “Oh fuck!” falling from her lips.
They continued to fuck her through it. Paetyn’s hands went to her waist, and the other cupped her face as he asked, “What’s your temperature.”
“Warm,” Erin responded softly, breathily.
Paetyn’s hips stilled, and Cruz tried to glimpse his face over Erin’s shoulder when he asked her again. “What’s your temperature?”
“Warm.” This time softer than before.
“Cruz, wait,” Paetyn called, and no sooner than he had, Erin slumped over, and Paetyn quickly brought his other hand to her face. “Shit,” he cursed.
Cruz slowly pulled out, then moved to give Paetyn room to roll them over. All too aware of what had happened. She’d passed out. He watched Paetyn roll Erin onto her back as he pulled out of her.
“Erin,” Paetyn stated as he gently patted her cheek.
It took several long seconds for her to open her eyes, and Cruz could see the confusion in them. She tried to sit up, but Paetyn placed his hand on her chest to stop her.
“Don’t get up,” Cruz instructed. “Are you okay?”
“I…yeah. What happened?” Erin asked.
“You lied to us,” Paetyn responded. “That’s what happened.”
She was quiet for a minute, and Cruz grabbed one of the water bottles from the nightstand. A solid minute ticked by, and this time, when she tried to sit up, they let her, and he passed Paetyn the water to help her drink.
“I…I only wanted to make sure you both enjoyed it and came.”
“Look at me,” Cruz demanded, only continuing when she did. “We don’t give a shit about that. We want to ensure you enjoy it and that we aren’t pushing too close to your limit or past it. Youneed to tell us when we are. The last thing we’re worried about is getting off when it means you’re no longer enjoying it, or it’s too much.”
“Communication is key at all times,” Paetyn stated. “We rely on you to let us know what you’re feeling, where your head’s at. If I weren’t under you, if I wasn’t here, and you and Cruz were in that same position, he would have gone off what you said because he couldn’t see your face.”
“You have to be truthful with us,” Cruz told her.
“And don’t ever do that shit again,” Paetyn demanded.
“Okay. I apologize. I didn’t think of it that way. I just… I’m sorry,” Erin stated. Paetyn kissed her before getting off the bed. “Wait, where are you going?” she asked.
