“Hmm,” she hums. I can only assume it's from pleasure.
“You dirty girl. I bet you can feel every popping vein as you suck my thickness.” She responds by batting her eyelashes. “Your mouth, your pussy and your ass belong to us, understood?” I assert as I deepthroat her. Her eyes widen. “Yeah. Your ass. It may not be tonight, but we’ll own it soon. And that's a promise.”
"I don't have much left," Holden throws from behind me. I've been so caught up in my own world, I almost forgot he was taking care of her pussy. I turn my head to the side to notice that he's back down on his knees in front of her. “She's taking care of your cock, but I'm still desperate. I need to fuck her. Now." I nod. “Come for us, Amelia,” Holden murmurs in a smoky voice.
Holden doesn't give her a choice in the matter. Soon, Amelia’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she begins to buck against his thrusting tongue. She comes with a long hedonistic grunt that acts like rocket fuel and every single vibration tingles my balls. I go crazy. I let loose like an animal. I push my shaft deep inside her mouth, muffling the sound of her climax. She pants around my cock, tears running down her face, but somehow she manages to flash me a grin of satisfaction. Even with her makeup ruined, she looks perfect. Just when I'm sure her orgasm has done her in, she surprises me. She slides one hand to the base of my cock, tightening around me as she works in unison with her mouth. Shit. I’m going to lose it.
"So you want this?" I ask, looking down at her. She nods. “You really want me to come inside your mouth?” Since this is our first time together going full out, it only makes sense for me to double check. She gives me another nod. Wow. I know I said it earlier, but it was more for shock value than anything else. Unless a woman makes it absolutely clear that she wants to swallow, I always pull out in time. The way Amelia's eyes bore into mine, it’s as if she’s begging me to christen her mouth with my cum. It's like a silent plea for me to come gushing down her throat. I don't disappoint. I rock against her mouth, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. There is none. She squeezes my cock hard and pulls me deeper into her mouth. "Jesus," I growl. When I touch the back of her throat, she shuts her eyes—I suspect she’s as surprised by the impact as I am—but she never lets go. Good girl. She slides her other hand under my balls and cups them tight. Goddammit, I didn’t see that coming. "Jesus Christ. Sweetie. Amelia. Baby. Oh." I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I’m done. Fuck. My cock throbs before I explode, shooting into our princess’ mouth with heart-stopping force. I watch her with half-lidded eyes as she struggles to swallow me whole, doing her best to lap every last drop of my orgasm. Lately, the abundance of my climax—all courtesy of abstinence and my irrational desire for her—has been unprecedented. Seeing some of my release dribbling from the side of her lips makes the long wait all worthwhile. Considering this is her first time a guy has shot down her throat, she's doing a pretty good job. I smile at her enthusiasm. “I hope that wasn't too much for you to swallow," I say.
“Uh-uh.” She shakes her head. The devilish twinkle in her eye has me hard again.
Fuck, this is sexual gluttony at its best.
CHAPTER 40
Holden
As Amelia laps loudly, drinking up Brandon’s release, I decide she has another one in her. I use a tortuous combination of my tongue pumping in and out of her and fingers pinching her clit to take her over the edge. She bangs her little fists against the cushion. Her lower body gyrates wildly. Since Brandon is still straddling her shoulders, I can’t see her face.
“Ohhhh, Holden. I... I... I’m coming,” she shouts. Her cries echo around the room. She was loud when we were upstairs on the deck in the middle of the night, but given that we were in the open space, it didn't take over nearly as much as it does now. “Oh, my fucking God, I’m fucking coming.” A double swear. It must be pretty damn good.
As her orgasm takes over, Brandon scoots down her body before lowering his head and sucking at her tits. When I look up, I realize how he’s completely taken by the moment because the way his ass is fanned out pointing at me is too close for comfort. This is a side of him I definitely don't need to see. I straighten up and walk towards my discarded jeans to grab a condom from my wallet. I quickly sheath my cock that's pulsating so much, I'm nearly in pain. I make my way back to the sofa and tap Brandon on the back.
"Get off her," I command. “It's my turn."
Brandon turns his head around. His eyes travel down to my cock and they widen. "When did you have time to wrap that up?"
"While you were latching onto her tits."
"Fuck, that thing is massive," he comments.
"Says the guy who just came his head off inside a warm and inviting mouth," I retort. He shoots me a cocky grin. "Move. Now."
I don't have to repeat myself another time. When Brandon's weight shifts, I catch sight of our little princess. Amelia's eyes are shut. I suspect she's savoring the rippling effect of her second climax. Impatiently, I bend down and scoop her up in my arms. She holds onto me like a koala bear with her eyes still closed. I straighten up and place both hands beneath her ass before moving towards an empty wall in the entertainment room. Amelia gasps when her back hits the hard surface.
“Oh, my God.” Her eyes pop open.
“Angel, I don't think I can be gentle,” I warn. “I’ve wanted this—you—for too long. I haven't been with another woman since I left New York." I can read the surprise in her eyes at my confession. "I'll be honest, I'm dying here."
"Really?"
I look at her with a serious and heavy expression. "Yes,” I sigh. “We were on the hunt for you right after we met you. I guess I was so consumed by you, no one else would do," I confide.
"Oh," she blushes. "No one has ever said anything like that to me before. Is it the same for..." she lets her sentence trail and moves her head to the side searching for my best friend. "You too?" she asks.
I feel Brandon's presence behind me before I hear his answer.
"Yes, sweetie. There was just something about you. One look into your gorgeous green eyes and we were both completely bewitched." Brandon's words are spot on.
“I couldn't have said it better.” I brush my lips against the tip of her nose.
"I can't believe this." She wraps her arms around my neck a little tighter and slides her body down my arms so that our chests touch.
She’s adorable when she’s this vulnerable. I kiss her cheek tenderly and pull slightly away from her. I want to make sure our eyes are boring into each other’s when I say this.
"We've been telling you how much we want you since Friday," I remind her.
"Yeah, but, sometimes men say things to get what they want from you. It doesn't necessarily mean that their words are genuine,” she says.
I feel sorry that she's had to deal with so many juvenile idiots. "Neither Brandon or I are that kind of men." I set her straight. She flashes me a huge grin. "Yesterday was incredible. Sure it was intense, but it pales in comparison to what we’ll share tonight. Brandon has already started by dominating your mouth—”
"And I think I've done a pretty good job of it," he says, pumping his chest out like a peacock.
I turn my head to the right. “No one’s arguing with you on that front," I match his cocksureness. I return my attention to Amelia. "It's my turn to claim your pussy. You’ll be fully ours before the night is over. By sunrise, we'll have corrupted you for any other men. The thought of another cock other than ours, will leave you ice cold," I promise.
"I'm already there," she confesses shyly.
"And to think, there's still so much more to come," I tease. She laughs. "I could promise that I'll take it nice and slow, but I’d be lying. I want you too darn much to be patient. There's only one way I want to take you—rough, fast, unrepentant."
"I'm okay with that," she says softly.
"Are you sure?"
She nods. “I am."
"Fuck—” I lean forward ready to crush my lips against hers, but I freeze when
I remember that a few minutes ago Brandon came inside her mouth. "Royal, you're ruining it for me. Now that you've marked her mouth, I can’t kiss her."
As much as I love sharing women with him, I have no inclination to find out what he tastes like.
"In that case, why don't I help you?"
Before I have time to ask him what he means by that, Brandon steps forward, cups her face with his left hand and takes her lips in a possessive kiss. Their tongues tangle together and their moans grow louder. The proximity of our three bodies is intoxicating. Unable to wait another minute, I balance Amelia’s ass on my left hand and position my cock at her swollen pussy with my right one. I slide in only a couple of inches at first, giving her a chance to adjust to my generous girth. She unlocks her lips from Brandon's with a gasp.
"Jesus Christ, you’re huge."
"You knew that since last night," I wink.
"Still.” She gasps again when I push another inch in. “I guess Brandon was right, I wasn't ready for this," she admits.
"Should I slow down?" I ask.
"No way.” She shakes her head. “Are you reneging on your words, Chief Petty Officer Barclay?" I furrow my eyebrows together. "You promised me unrepentant, hungry, greedy and that's what I expect. Quit being a softy and shag me hard. Please." As if that last word makes up for her brazenness.
Both Brandon and I lock eyes. I’m certain I have the same bewildered expression that's painted on his face.
I fist Amelia’s hair and pull her head back until our eyes meet. "You’re a fucking dream, you know that?"
With a low growl I swing my hips back and thrust into her with force. She chokes when her back bangs against the wall.
“Ah, Holden. You’re so bloody big,” she repeats what she already knows. I pull out and slide back into her, my eyes never leaving hers. “Is that all you’ve got?” she challenges.
“Fuck, you turn me on when you say shit like that,” I respond.
Evidently she can take it.
So I give it to her.
I lose it between her legs.
I pound her tight pussy, slamming her against the wall repeatedly.
I'm fully aware that I'm so horny that I’m ramming through her like an Army tank on a convoy mission with my hungry cock.
My heart is racing so fast I worry it’ll jump out of my fucking chest.
Every one of her pants and moans charges my feral nature.
I'm fucking gluttonous. Christ.
She wraps her arms tighter around Brandon’s neck and yanks herself close to me. “Your cock is bloody amazing,” she murmurs in my ear. There isn’t a man on earth who can remain impartial to that kind of talk from his girl. My girl? I push away the thought and respond by hammering her harder and deeper. Fuck. My balls are already tightening. What she does next leaves me completely in awe. She arches her body and starts thrusting her hips forward to meet my next stroke. "Sweet baby Jesus. This feels so good," she whispers before letting her head loll backwards.
I don't have to be a genius to know exactly what she's doing.
"Are you rubbing your tight little clit against my best friend? Are you that eager to come, princess?" Brandon's voice startles me. She nods furiously. "Are you going to stand for that? You’re going to let her think she can dictate this dance?"
I’m not sure there's much I can do about it. I'm one breath away from losing my goddamn mind.
I open my mouth to answer him, but Amelia clenches down against my cock making it impossible for me to think. I grunt and pull my head back until our gazes lock. "Are you rushing me?" It's my turn to question her. "Is your clit aching that much?”
“This is so bloody amazing, I think my clit might explode with pleasure,” she says with a labored breath.
“Don't let her get away with it. Ruin her. Force her to submit,” Brandon throws at me.
Shit.
I pound into her again and again and again. Every thrust sends her tits jiggling, causing her nipples to scratch against the hair on my chest. I’m sweating so much, her nipples glide in the most delicious way. The friction only intensifies the volcano—that I can barely contain any longer—raging inside me.
“God. Holden,” she pants.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous, sweetie, taking pleasure like this from Holden’s cock,” Brandon says before crushing her lips again. His tongue is greedily searching hers. She responds to his kiss with fervor.
Brandon’s comment charges me. I dig my fingers into her skin and spread her ass cheeks, forcing her to open wider for me. I'm tempted to slide a finger inside her ass, but I refrain. It might be too much for our first time. I rein in my naughty thoughts and instead I ram through Amelia relentlessly. I'm so turned on it's like jackhammering her into the wall.
After a few long breathless seconds, I slow down my frantic pace. "I want you to arch your back for me, angel," I order. She looks at me confused. "Just do as I say. You’ll get a reward out of it," I grin.
I grind down against her, feeding her more of my cock. She takes every inch. Good girl. "Arch a little more," I demand. Shit. “Your pussy is so tight. So slippery. So fucking addicting.”
"Holy hell." Her voice trembles.
“I want you to scream out my name, angel,” I order.
I pick up the pace and fuck her as if the last few minutes were just a warm-up.
Amelia shakes her head from left to right, sending her long mane flying all over the place. “Jesus.” She clenches harder against my cock, gyrating her ass over and over again in my hands in a sinful circular motion. “Yes, yes, yes.” Both of her heels kick into my ass at the same time, digging in deep. I think I hit the bullseye. “Oh fuck! I’m coming!” Amelia yells out.
“Fuck that pussy harder, Holden. Harder. Don’t hold back. Do it for both of us," Brandon growls. And just like a fool, I do. The slap of skin on skin is so fucking loud. Every hit is like a shot to my brain. Fuck. "Get her pussy nice and ready for my cock," he commands. I turn my head towards him long enough to read the dark hunger in his eyes. He just grins at me. The next thing I know, he fists his cock with his right hand and starts pumping it frantically. “Give it all to Holden, sweetie,” he moans, working his cock with even more determination. "Princess, I want you to squeeze your tight pussy around his cock and make him fucking explode between your legs."
Jesus. What has gotten into him? I don't even recognize him tonight.
And then I feel it. She does exactly what Brandon ordered. Fuck.
"Oh, God.” Amelia is even louder than she was a few minutes ago. “Shit, shit, shit,” she hisses, bucking and thrashing her legs. Yeah, those heels will leave marks. “Holden—"
Brandon leans forward and silences Amelia's cries with his mouth. Damn. His right hand never leaves his cock. This is the first time he stands this close to me while jerking off. Our bodies aren’t touching, but there isn’t much more than a few inches of space between us. He alternates between caressing the length of his slit and greedily fisting his cock, squeezing it hard. A river of moisture seeps from his tip. Had I been shorter than him, I would've missed all of this. Christ. The unmistakable sounds of him pumping his cock harder and harder, working his slickness like a mad man fills the room—I’m too fucking consumed to say a word and Brandon’s mouth is still keeping Amelia’s busy. As I witness this debauchery, the buildup brews in the pit of my stomach. When my balls twitch like little pendulums and my legs start shaking uncontrollably under me, I know there’s nothing left.
I’m done.
I close my eyes and come with a loud roar, temporarily blinded by the shot of adrenaline hitting my brain. Jesus.
Brandon follows.
My legs suddenly feel like lead. My heart beats like a drum. My balls contract in staccato motions as I empty myself inside her. I will my heart to slow down, but to no avail. I place one hand against the wall over Amelia’s head to avoid falling to my knees and taking her with me. She’s still trembling in my arms. I like it rough, but I don’t think I’
ve ever taken a woman with such unrestrained fervor in my life.
After a few long seconds, I look up and I can’t help but smile. My best friend is kissing the hell out of our princess while he’s stroking his cock and emptying it all over the floor.
I was hoping for this, but you never know until it happens.
The three of us uniting like this as we chase the peak of our orgasm together is more than I could’ve asked for.
* * *
My eyes pop open when the warm body lying on top of me moves. I immediately lift my head. “Is everything okay?” I ask.
My voice is so groggy you’d think I’d been sleeping for days.
“Uh-huh,” Amelia nods.
“What time is it anyways?” I get on my elbows and lift my body high enough to check the clock on Brandon’s side of the bed. I rub my eyes in disbelief and squint. I turn my attention to the woman crawling off the bed. “Fuck, angel, it’s only three in the morning. Where are you going?” I whisper loudly in the hopes that she can hear me over my best friend’s snoring.
Before she even answers my question, I lean forward and wrap my arm around her waist to prevent her from slipping away from me.
“I... I... Well... Never mind.”
Huh? “I asked you a question." Still nothing. "Is your security team expecting you?” I come to my own conclusion.
“There’s that, and...”
The room is quite dark so I can’t make out her features, but sense something is wrong.
“What else? Talk to me, angel,” I coax.
“You may not want to wake up with a woman in your bed," she finally answers. Ah. I see. "You know, the whole bad boy bachelor thing. It seems Brandon and you hold a Masters degree in the art," she adds with a tinge of nervousness.
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