I have to resist the urge to come already. This is too much—too fucking much. He’s stubbornly trying to take me deeper with each stroke of my cock down his throat. When he finally gags, I grab his hair to pull him off. I’m not ready to come yet, but if he doesn’t stop doing that I’m definitely going to blow.
“Fuck,” I say in a long, drawn-out groan.
I hear the can of whip cream hit the floor as Isabel jumps into my arms, kissing my face before pulling my lips to hers. Then Hunter stands and joins our kiss, devouring her mouth and then mine until we are a tangle of tongues and lips and heat.
Hunter’s body is pressed against mine, and when I feel Isabel squeeze our cocks together, stroking them as one, I growl into her mouth.
“I want you both inside me,” she mumbles sweetly against my lips. “Like this.” Her bold green eyes stare at me, and I pause.
God damn…this woman. From the stories Hunter told me, I knew she was freakier than her sweet, shy personality led everyone to believe, but this? I did not expect this.
She strokes us together, and the heat from his cock against mine is so intense and inviting, how could I possibly say no? Hunter and I glance at each other, but we’re both so lost to the lust of the moment that we are useless to protest against anything.
Letting go of our cocks, she wraps her hands around my neck, and I pull her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. Hunter squeezes her between us until I feel him wrap his hand around our cocks. She’s tense in my arms, and for a moment I’m worried this won’t work. I don’t want to hurt her, and just as her wet cunt touches the head of my dick, I pull her away.
“Wait,” I stammer. “Condom.”
Her shoulders melt away from her ears as she smiles and leans her forehead against my temple. “Drake, I trust you.” Then, she pulls her lips to mine.
“We both do,” Hunter adds. “You’ve never had a positive test result and she’s on the pill.”
His fingers graze my hip, just below Isabel’s legs, and I get chills from his touch.
“She’s so wet and ready for us,” he says, and she whimpers as he runs his fingers through her folds. Then he’s gripping our cocks again, and I lower her body down until I feel just how wet she is.
She squirms and gasps as we work our way inside her, slowly to allow her body to accommodate our sizes. But once we slide just a few inches in, Isabel lets out a breathy cry of pleasure.
“Tell me how that feels, baby,” Hunter whispers against her cheek.
“It’s so tight, so…full.”
Her arms are clutched around my neck as I slowly start to bounce her on our cocks. She hums in my ear.
“Yes. More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I reply, my voice strained by the overall sensation of this. I feel them both so closely, we are practically one.
“You won’t. I promise. Just fuck me.”
Her sexy plea is enough to drive me wild. Holding her under her knees, I bounce her harder on us, letting the sound of her cries guide me. Hunter is grunting with each thrust, his lips so close to mine, I feel his breath on my face.
And just when I least expect it, he leans his head forward to kiss me, another rough, carnal kiss.
“Oh God, yes,” Isabel cries out. “More. Harder.”
I have to pull away from Hunter’s mouth to slam her down on our cocks even harder, and she lets out a guttural cry as I do.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” Hunter mumbles, barely keeping it together.
“Me too,” I grunt.
“Please don’t stop,” she begs. “It’s so good.” It’s not easy, but we hold our orgasms at bay long enough to feel her spasm and tremble in our arms.
But when I feel Hunter’s cock start to twitch inside her, I lose it. It’s too fucking hot and filthy. Soon, we’re both filling her up as she slumps in my arms.
I want this moment to last forever, the three of us in a tight embrace with Isabel’s petite body swelled between us. It doesn’t matter that my face is starting to itch where the frosting has crusted or that Isabel is covered in chocolate, or that the kitchen is a disaster. I never feel as whole as I do when I’m with them.
The three of us are gasping for air together as Hunter and I pull out of her. He takes her from me, never letting her feet touch the floor as he carries her in a cradle hold toward the stairs. Just when I think I’m going to get left behind again, he turns toward me.
“Come shower with us,” he says, and I hate my stupid fucking heart for the way it beats faster at those words.