Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
They double fuck me, Dragon groaning beneath me as I'm buffeted back and forth on his chest, and Blackout fingering my ass with more and more lube. His fingers vanish and I hear the sound of a condom packet, so I'm ready for it when he lines up his thick cock. “Gonna go real easy until you're used to it, okay?” Then he pushes.
I close my eyes while my hands clutch for something to hang onto. He's so thick, but the slipperiness of the lube makes it possible. Dragon, understanding what's happening, pulls out and waits, letting me adjust to one thing at a time. And there's plenty to get used to.
I groan, a primal sound from deep in my chest as Blackout works himself into my ass with short, careful thrusts, each one putting him just a little deeper. Lube and my own fluids are sliding down the insides of my thighs, and Dragon’s fingers scoop it up, playing softly over my clit and in my folds as I pant at the effort of taking his friend.
And I do. After a couple of minutes, he's all the way in, with me clenching and quivering on his shaft, the overwhelming flow of sensations driving me wild. When Dragon pushes back in, I come almost immediately.
The surprise of it hits me hard, ratcheting through me with an intensity that has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling. My throat feels sore so I must be screaming. Pure pleasure fills everything that I am, like I swear even my hair is sensitive, and it just keeps going. Shutting my eyes tight, I just concentrate on breathing and letting the feelings flow through me because it feels like I might literally explode between them.
“Stop!” I yell in a strangled gasp as my climax finally fades and I’m only left with overstimulation. “Too much!”
Even the subtle friction of them withdrawing is a lot. Underneath me, Dragon's heart thunders in my ear and behind me, Blackout's breathing heavy.
They roll me over onto the mattress, still clipped to the bar and looking up at them in a daze as they approach me from both sides jerking their cocks and looking at me with hooded eyes, dark with desire. If the feeling of this moment could be bottled, we would all be billionaires.
Blackout's the first one to lose control. His cock jerks in his fist and then his cum spatters over me, hitting my breasts, my belly, and a thick line on my neck and chin. Dragon's next, the head of his cock expanding as he thrusts through his fingers and lets go with a roar. Spattering my breasts in a river of slick warmth that runs into the valley between them. “Fuck,” he hisses, his whole body quivering as he slumps forward.
“Holy shit,” Blackout gasps. “That was fucking hot.”
Dragon sits back on his heels, nodding. His long hair is sticking to his glistening skin.
“Guys?” I ask
“She probably wants out,” Dragon notes dryly.
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Blackout chuckles, then unbuckles me, my wrists and then my ankles, rubbing each one in turn. “You alright? It got a little intense.”
I stretch after being restrained for so long. “Yeah. I think so.” Then, more certainly, “Yeah, definitely. God, that was wild.”
“Come here.” Blackout lies down next to me and opens his arms.
“I'm a mess.” I slide a finger through the cum on my breasts, and almost laugh at how quickly their eyes lock to it.
“Yeah, but you’re our mess.”
28
WILLOW
When the door slams open and someone comes stomping in. I scream in surprise, clutching the sheets to me. Blackout bounces off the bed to see who it is, not caring one bit that he could knock someone out with his morning wood.
“Willow still here?” Skyhigh's voice is asking and he's not sounding happy.
Did I do something? He's not jealous, is he? They promised me that wasn't a thing, and so far they've acted like that's true. But if not that, then what?
“Yeah? What the fuck's going on?” Blackout steps back, inked arms crossed over his chest, making room for Skyhigh to come around the corner and see me.
Angry or not, Skyhigh pauses a moment when he sees that all I'm wearing is Blackout's sheet. He grins. “Looks like I missed out on a good time last night.”
“The day’s still young.” Blackout gestures at the bed, looking ready to hop back in for a three-way.
Skyhigh shakes his head. “Hellfire wants all of us up in his office. Including you, Willow.”
“Me? Why does he want to talk to me? Am I in trouble?”
“Not exactly. Hellfire thinks you might have some info that could be useful, and he wants to be the one asking.” Skyhigh sounds vaguely apologetic while he explains, which is really out of character for him.
Blackout, who's already pulled on jeans and black T-shirt that molds to his chest, finds my underwear on the floor and my bra over the back of his couch. My jeans ended up under the bed, and my top is on the kitchen counter for some reason. Must've been after we picked up the pizza last night. “Guess I don't have time to go home and change?”