Page 95 of Reaper and Ruin
He nudged open my rear hole, toyed with it, adding pressure to Levi’s deep thrusts and hitting every pleasure point my body stored there. X slid in inch by inch until I was taking both of them.
They sandwiched me, and my body came alive, my breathing too fast, but only because of the pleasure. The panic ebbed away, no place for that here when they were touching me like they were.
Levi’s pubic bone hit my clit so perfectly it was impossible to keep from crying out. When they both pushed inside me at the same time, the feeling of fullness splintered my brain. It traveled down my neck, taking hold of my pulse, my nipples, my pussy. I spasmed around them both, crying out into the quiet room, unable to keep in my release another moment.
I bit down on Levi’s shoulder, not wanting to wake the entire hotel floor, or the cat, with my shouts, but my body was on fire, electric, joined so perfectly with the two of them that nothing had ever felt like this.
X came with a shout no quieter than mine. His lips drew patterns on the back of my neck, and he alternated between whispering how good I was, how much he wanted me, how my body was perfect for his in every way, and that he loved me.
I couldn’t say any of it back. I was too breathless. Too full. Too consumed by them to make any coherent sense.
But I hoped he knew it too, in the way my body moved with his, the way I reached back for him, holding him tight against me, and the way I twisted my head back, needing to claim his lips.
His hips slowed, but he didn’t pull out. His dick stayed warm inside me, the occasional kick and pulse of my body sending shivers of pleasure through his.
Levi fucked me slow and steady, every press of his hips deliberate and sweet.
He was holding back. My pussy fluttered around him on every thrust, aftershocks from the orgasm I couldn’t control.
“Whip,” Levi groaned, reaching back for the other man. “Need you inside me.”
I moaned, just the words, the thought of them fucking while Levi was still in me so hot I couldn’t keep the thought to myself.
Whip hesitated though. “You sure? We don’t have any lube.”
Levi pulled out of me and guided Whip’s hand over his hip to my pussy. “Feel her. She’s drenched.”
Whip slipped two fingers inside me.
Levi got greedy and pushed his cock inside as well.
“Oh!” I shouted, stretched in a new way, but one that was so deliciously perfect.
Whip’s fingers all up on my G-spot, hitting it in a way Levi’s dick alone couldn’t. I grabbed Whip’s hand, me suddenly the greedy one who wanted him for herself. I held him there, riding the combination of his hand and Levi’s dick, writhing, searching out that perfect place that would send me over the edge again.
I came hard, my clit so incredibly sensitive but the orgasm building somewhere deeper than that, milked out of me by the combination of the two of them.
I jerked, crying out their names, begging them for more and less all at once because it was too much but so right.
It wasn’t until I was limp and only hanging on because I was so tightly wedged between Levi and X that Whip removed his fingers.
I mourned the loss of him, but my body quickly adjusted, and Levi was still buried deep inside me, just grinding on me, breathing hard, waiting for Whip.
“Fuck, Levi,” Whip groaned. “You’re so tight. You need to relax. Kiss her.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Levi stole my lips, licking inside my mouth, devouring me.
I grabbed his hip, holding him to me, vaguely aware of Whip working his body from behind.
Levi froze, but then slowly began to move again. His breaths changed, until they were moans.
“Fuck.” He twisted back to Whip. “What are you doing to me?”
Whip chuckled. “Feel good?”
Levi’s answering moan and the way he rolled his hips to take more of Whip’s slick fingers was all the answer he needed.
“Want you,” Levi whispered.
