I gasp, turning toward Hunter, who is watching us lazily while he strokes himself and waits. I’m not really surprised he told Drake about all of the sex we’ve had. I’m just a little surprised by the amount of detail he went into. I’m almost flattered to know they talk about it so much.
“And that’s why I’ll be the one fucking you here tonight.”
Suddenly, Drake’s finger breaches my tight hole and I gasp even louder, tilting my hips for him, giving him even more access to this dirty, forbidden part of me. He lifts up, uncapping a bottle of lube in his other hand and dripping it on the finger pressed inside me. Then he begins to prep me, easily sliding in and out, and I can barely take it. It’s exquisite torture.
Gripping the sheets on the bed, I squeeze them tight in my fists as he reaches deeper and deeper, teasing me to the point of agony. He adds another finger, and I moan and writhe like a cat in heat.
“Oh my God, Drake, please. Fuck me.”
“What do you think, Hunt?” he asks, staring down at me like a predator ready to devour its prey. “Do you think she’s ready for me?”
“I already told you she likes it rough. She’s always ready,” he replies in a husky tone. He’s leaning against the dresser, watching us with languid strokes of his cock.
I whimper when Drake pulls his fingers out of me. While he fixes himself with a condom, Hunter stalks closer, climbing onto the bed next to me. In a quick motion, he flips me on top of him and then kisses the air out of my lungs. His tongue tangles with mine as I feel Drake settle his weight behind me.
“I want to hold you while he fucks you again,” Hunter mumbles into my mouth. A moment later, I feel the head of Drake’s cock against my back entrance. He’s slick—he must have lubed up while Hunter was kissing me into a stupor.
I rest my forehead against my husband’s shoulder as Drake slips his cock past the tight ring of muscle. It’s such a foreign feeling; nothing compares to it. I love how different it feels, how wrong and taboo. It makes this usually demure and polite girl feel like a sensual, sexy vixen, and I love it.
“More,” I call with a guttural hum as I try to catch my breath.
Drake growls in response. “Baby, I’m all the way in.” He slides out then back in again, filling me so much, it makes the walls of my pussy throb.
“God damn,” Drake says with a grunt. “Hunter, you were right. Her ass takes a cock so well.”
“That’s my girl,” Hunter whispers against my ear.
His hands are all over my body, on my back, my breasts, my hips, and then finally on my clit, rubbing fierce circles and driving me crazy. My legs begin to shake as Drake picks up speed, and I feel so overwhelmed with sensation I’m about to explode.
And I do. My climax rolls over me like a truck. I let out a scream into Hunter’s neck as I’m blinded by the sensations.
“You’re so wet for me, Red. I need to be inside you so bad. Are you ready?”
I’m still catching my breath, a sheen of sweat covering my body and making my hair stick to my face as I lift up and kiss Hunter, needing the familiar taste of him, the feel of his mouth against mine.
“Yes,” I whisper, and Drake stops his thrusting for a moment.
With a little shifting, I feel Hunter there, and he was right. I am slick because he slides in easily. With both of them buried to the hilt, no one moves as I adjust and savor this feeling of overwhelming fullness. It’s intense and unbelievable, not just sexually but emotionally too. They’re both claiming me, using me, loving me, and tears spring to my eyes as Drake folds himself over me, kissing my back and affectionately wiping my hair from my face.
“I can feel him inside you,” Hunter whispers as I look into his eyes. He grips my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. The other hand goes to my back and I feel his fingers graze Drake’s.
And we stay like that for a moment, the three of us as one.
“Rock your hips, Red.”
I look down into my husband’s eyes as I begin to rock, slowly at first, and then faster, and the sensation is incredible.
“Oh fuck,” Drake says with a moan.
“God, you feel so good,” Hunter replies, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me or his friend because, at the moment, I’m not sure where one of us ends and the others begin. We are melted together into a pile of heat and pleasure and carnal cries of lust.
I’m pistoning my hips now, throwing myself back, impaling myself on their cocks. This time, my orgasm comes on slowly, like an approaching storm, and it lasts longer than ever, until it becomes a part of me. I’m no longer fucking them but dancing with this orgasm, my body riding out the climax.