Boxers & Briefs: An MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  I grin right back at him and, moving fast, take my hand to his crotch. I press hard there, feeling his hard cock against my fingers. "Look who’s talking," I tease him, curling my fingers around his cock and giving it one harsh squeeze. It pulses against my fingers almost too violently, eager for some action, and that’s when the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open with a quick ding sound. And that’s a good thing; if the doors hadn’t opened, I think I’d just go down to my knees, pull his cock out from his pants and start sucking it right here. It wouldn’t be the craziest thing we’ve done, anyway, right?

  As it is, we just stumble out of the elevator and into the hallway. We go straight for our door, and I have to take a deep breath in order to steady my fingers and slide the magnetic key card in its slit. When that’s done, we just hurry inside the bedroom and shut the door behind us.

  "Come here, Mister Bad Boy," I purr, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him into me. I pull his lower lip with my teeth, and then place my hands on his chest and make him walk back until the back of his knees are against the edge of the bed. One final push and he falls back, sitting up on the mattress.

  "Taking charge, uh?" He grins, running his hands up my legs and cupping my ass cheeks. "Where’s the old Abby?"

  "Don’t know," I say, climbing on top of him, my arms thrown over his shoulders. Straddling him, his crotch pressed against mine, I rest my forehead against his. "I guess the new Abby came to stay," I whisper, smiling as a feeling of love and happiness washes over me.

  "That’s good," he replies, slowly pulling the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the upper contour of my bra, and then he just yanks on the whole thing, bunching up the fabric around my waist. "I love the new Abby."

  "You’re in luck… The new Abby loves the old Aidan," I tease him, swaying my body and grinding against him. I bite my lower lip as I feel his cock straining against his pants, his thick shaft pulsing against my pussy.

  Pushing on him again, I force him to lie down on the mattress, and then I take my hands to the collar of his shirt. I undo the knot on his tie, pull it out from his neck, and I’m about to throw it to the side when a thought suddenly bursts into my mind.

  "Let’s do something fun," I tell him, running my hands through his tie and looking deviously at him.

  "I’m all for fun," he replies, and so I just bend over and place the tie over his eyes, tying it behind his head. He doesn’t resist me, and so I move my fingers down to his shirt and start unbuttoning it, my fingers moving in a hurry as his chest comes into sight. I un-tuck it and then, the moment I undo the last button, I run the palm of my hands over his abs, feeling their smooth curves under my skin.

  "So let’s have some fun," I whisper into his ear, rocking my hips back and forth and grinding against him. His hands are on my ass, feeling the pendulum motion of my body, and there’s a wide grin on his face; he’s enjoying the fact that I’m taking control.

  Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his neck, and then I start kissing his body in a descending line. My lips go over his hard pectorals, brushing over his nipples, and then they continue their hike down to his abs. There, I use my tongue to lick the grooves between his square muscles, and I only stop when I find the hem of his pants.

  Grabbing his belt, I unbuckle it slowly, not even bothering to pull it out from its loops, and then I pull his zipper down. The moment his cock tents up his boxer briefs, I press it back down with my hand, immediately curling my fingers around it. He gasps as I do it; he can’t see what I’m doing and, as such, he can’t anticipate my movements.

  I let go of his cock and, grabbing at his boxers, I start pulling them down as slowly as I can. I reveal one inch of his cock, its tip already glistening with pre-cum, and then I just push the whole thing down. Rolling to the side, I push his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and then I take off his shoes. He does the rest, kicking off his pants and boxers while pushing his shirt down his arms.

  I don’t move for a full second, just taking in the sight of his naked body; he raises his hands, trying to find me, and finally manages to grab me by the arm. He pulls me into him, and I just collapse on top of his naked body, his cock brushing against my inner thigh. I think of just flicking my thong to the side and impaling myself on his cock, but I won’t do that; I’m going to take it slow.

  I brush my lips against his, but I don’t linger there this time; I go down to his neck again, and I lay gentles kisses there until my mouth goes down his chest once more. I lick each and every one of his abs, my tongue running over the grooves on his skin, and then I keep going further down.

  Aidan raises his hips from the mattress, anxious to have my mouth on him, but I want to tease him first. I want to show him I’ve learned a thing or two since we’ve met. Instead of going straight for his cock, my mouth goes for his inner thighs, and I kiss one and then the other, my lips dangerously close to his groins but never actually touching his cock.

  "That’s fucking torture," he groans, grabbing at the sheets and raising his hips once more.

  "I know…" I purr, softly resting my index finger on the root of his cock. I run it up all the way to its tip, and then back to the root, the pressure I’m applying on his cock so soft I bet my finger feels like a feather. His cock pulses harder and harder against my finger, but I keep my course and resist it. "You have to be patient," I whisper, sliding my body down his and then leaning in; I part my lips and, reaching for his cock, replace my index finger with the wet tip of my tongue.

  He groans as he feels my tongue against the base of his cock, and then his groan gives way to a heavy sigh as I run my tongue up, tracing the contour of his shaft. When I reach his tip, I circle it with my tongue and then, moving so slowly that it seems we’re both frozen in time, I part my lips and wrap them around the tip of his cock.

  It’s raw flavor hits me at once—it’s salty and manly, and I just close my eyes, opening my mouth wide and allowing his twelve inches to slide over my tongue until they touch the back of my throat.

  I hold my position there, pressing my tongue against his shaft, and then move my mouth further down. I only stop when my lips brush the smooth skin at the root of his cock, and then I unroll my lips over his shaft, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth. I take a deep breath—it isn’t easy to breath with a twelve-inch cock inside of your mouth, and then I take him in once more.

  This time I don’t move slowly: I go as fast as I can, bobbing my head back and forth while, with my free hand, I caress both his balls. They feel heavy and warm against my fingers, and my skin prickles as I imagine the ungodly amount of cum they must be producing right now.

  Still sucking hard on him, I wrap one hand around his shaft and start using both my mouth and hand to please him, sucking and stroking in a maddening pendulum motion. My eyes are closed, and time seems to dilate around me. I don’t even know for how long I keep on sucking, all I know is that when I finally slide his cock out of my mouth my jaw seems like it’s on fire.

  "You’re improving," he exhales sharply, an expression of pure bliss on his face. I almost go for the tie and take it off, the urge to see his eyes almost too overwhelming, but I resist it. Not yet.

  "I’m always learning," I reply, standing up on top of the mattress. I unclasp my bra, my eyes never leaving Aidan’s smile, and then I push the straps down my arms. I throw it on top of his naked chest and his smile turns into a grin, one that turns my pussy into a hot wet mess. "I had the best teacher, after all," I continue, grabbing at the bunched up fabric of my dress. Swaying my hips from side to side, I push the dress down my legs and then kick it off the bed. I start taking my thong off as well, but then I stop myself—not yet, not yet.

  Standing over him, I place my legs on either side of his shoulders, and then I start lowering myself. I rest my drenched thong against his mouth and, not wasting a second, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me down. Sitting on his face, he starts sucking on my pussy righ
t away, and I can’t help but let a quivering moan fly out from between my lips.

  "Screw this," he groans, coming up for air, and then hooks his fingers on the string of fabric that laces my outer thigh. Pulling on it harshly, he only stops when a ripping sound fills the room and the thong slides off me. Now with my bare pussy at his mercy, he pulls me into him once more, craning his neck and pressing his wide-open mouth against my drenched folds.

  Instinct taking over me, I grab the headboard of the bed and start swaying my hips like mad, rubbing my wetness all over his face. I’m completely out of control, but he doesn’t allow me to lose my focus; his fingers are still hooked on my hips, and so he controls each and every one of my erratic movements.

  His tongue goes up and down fast, tracing the length of my whole pussy, and then he uses it to jab at my insides, sliding it in and out of my pussy. I groan and moan, and then he wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with the tip of his tongue.

  "Keep going, keep going," I pant, a violent warmness making its way from my pussy and reaching my brain like a bullet. Sucking and licking furiously, he uses his tongue to push me toward the edge and, once I’m dangling off it, he just throws me down.

  Sucking on my inner lips, his tongue jabbing at my insides, he takes his hand to my pussy and presses down on my clit with two fingers. He starts rubbing it in fast, harsh circles, and it only takes two seconds for me to explode: I throw my head back and let out a wild scream. If he wasn’t holding me, I’d just fall back and collapse on top of him; every single muscle in me is spasming and twitching, and right now I have no control over my body.

  "Round two," I whisper at him, my voice still thick with pleasure. I go back up to my feet and turn around, my feet on either side of his chest. I go on all fours on top of him and, jutting my ass back, I press my pussy against his face while, at the same time, I grab his cock with both of my hands and angle it upward, aiming it straight at my eager mouth.

  I dive into his cock at once, opening my mouth as wide as I can and taking all of his length inside me. Sucking and stroking at the same time, just like I was doing before, I ravage his cock, and I do it while he ravages my pussy, his mouth working on me with all of his fury.

  We use our mouths until I simply can’t take it any longer; I pop his cock out of my mouth and start stroking it only, breathing deeply while I try to catch my breath. My muscles keep on tensing up, electric pleasure pooling inside every fiber of my body, and I know I’m close to coming again.

  Perhaps knowing how truly close I am, Aidan places both his hands on my ass cheeks and spreads them wide, licking me even faster. The tip of his fingers brush against my ass crack, and then he uses one finger to go up and down its length. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his finger on my hole, and that shiver turns into a thunderstorm as he presses down, slowly feeding his finger into my ass.

  "Oh, fuck, that’s… Oh, God," I moan as he twirls his finger inside my ass, my insides burning up as he starts fingering it while licking my pussy. "Don’t stop, Aidan, don’t --" The words die in my throat as a violent orgasm rises inside of me, overtaking my conscious mind and pulling it down into the abyss of ecstasy.

  Both my pussy and ass tighten up, and I just sit up, pressing my wetness down on his face as I moan. Frozen in place like that, I let pleasure wash all over me, furious waves of ecstasy crashing against my mind, and only then do I dare to move. Breathing hard, so hard that my lungs feel on the verge of exploding, I roll to the side and collapse on top of the mattress.

  I feel the mattress shifting as Aidan moves, and I open my eyes just in time to see him go up to his knees, his cock throbbing hard. Grinning, he takes his hands to behind his head and unknots the tie; taking it off, he blinks once and then twice, his eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room, and then he lets them roam over my naked body.

  "Let’s get this party started, shall we?" He says, his lips glistening from my fluids. Leaning in, he kisses me and the scent of my pussy inundates me; that’s enough to wake up that wild and unpredictable side of me, and so I just sit up on the bed, my heart racing so fast I can feel my pulse in the back of my throat.

  "Yes, let’s get this party started," I repeat his words, attacking him like a tiger. My hands dart to his chest and I push him back down on the mattress; I then jump on top of him and, straddling him, grab his cock and point it upward. I brush its tip against my pussy lips, moving his cock up and down the length of my pussy, and then I just ease myself down in one sudden movement.

  I throw my head back and scream as I feel his thickness pushing its way past my wet folds, and then straining against my inner walls as it goes deep inside of me.

  Gritting my teeth, I hold my position as my insides grow accustomed to having him inside of me, and then I start rocking my hips. I start slow, but it doesn't take long for me to build a rhythm.

  I close my eyes as Aidan reaches for my tits, squeezing them hard, and I start to go even faster. Then, when he pinches both my hard nipples at the same time, I just stop moving completely and my pussy tightens up around his cock like a vice.

  "Fuck," I hiss through my gritted teeth, the pain traveling from my nipples to my brain and stabbing it over and over again. Unable to keep still any longer, I start moving again, my pussy still tight around his cock. He simply lets me do it, allowing me to take the lead and ride him into sweet despair.

  When he finally releases my nipples, it’s too late; the wild beast inside of me has already escaped from its cage, and there’s no holding it back. I bend over and, still rocking my hips as fast as I can, I start clawing at his chest, red lines showing on his skin wherever my fingernails go through.

  I go from rocking my hips in that coming and going motion to simply jumping up and down; going from my knees to my feet, I squat over his cock and impale myself on his huge cock over and over again.

  And to think that I was afraid I’d never be able to do this… God, I was terrified of losing him. But I was an idiot; I know Aidan, I know the kind of person he really is, and I should've trusted him. No matter, though—all that’s done, and the future is an open road.

  All these thoughts crash to a halt as Aidan thrusts suddenly, raising his hips from the mattress and driving his cock so deep inside of me that it’s a miracle he hasn’t split me in two. I scream as I come, pleasure raging through my veins like a fast acting drug, contaminating my brain and ecstasy and making me completely delirious.

  I don’t even wait for the orgasm to wash over me. Even though my muscles are all twitching, I manage to roll to the side and turn my back to Aidan; he follows after me quickly, reading what’s on my mind, and places one hand on my waist. His chest is pressed against my back, and all I have to do is jut my ass back to feel his thick shaft between my ass cheeks. I grind against him, wasting no time, stroking his cock with my ass.

  He moves his hips softly, matching the movement of my body, but he doesn’t endure that for long; pulling back from me, he grabs his cock and pushes it down, placing it between my legs. I feel its tip against my inner lips, and a fraction of a second later he thrusts violently, his shaft once more ravaging my pussy as it goes in.

  "Hard… Fuck me hard, as hard you can!" I cry out, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass and drowning every single thought floating inside of my head.

  I asked him to go hard, and hard is exactly how he goes; putting all his strength behind his movements, his cock goes in and out of me so fast I don’t even know when it’s going in and when it’s going out. All I know is that he’s fucking me with the intensity of a man who shouldn’t exist nowadays. Make no mistake, Aidan belongs to a rare breed of men, and you won’t find someone like him easily. Unless you go to Python, that is, but Python is a galaxy away from the real world, isn’t it? It’s the place where gods meet.

  "Ugh," I grunt, unable to scream any longer. Biting down on my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, I close my eyes and surrender to the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes against me. It o
vertakes me completely, and I can even feel my soul burning right now.

  "Can you keep going?" Aidan asks, his lips close to my ear. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of my pussy and I turn to him, a dizzy expression on my face.

  "What do you think?" I whisper, but my voice betrays how close to being completely spent I am. Still, I don’t care; even if I succumb to exhaustion, I want to keep on fucking. As far as I’m concerned, I’d happily fuck my way into an early grave.

  "I think you’re a wicked woman," he shoots back at me, and then goes to his knees. Curling his fingers around one of my wrists, he pulls me into him and then turns me around; with one forearm across my shoulder blades, he forces me down and I assume an all fours position in front of me.

  "I love this view," he says, his voice so deep and sweet that I can’t help but close my eyes and smile.

  "Don’t hold back now... " I whisper, but I know he doesn’t need instructions.

  "Have I ever held back?"

  "No, I don’t think so," I chuckle, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my ass cheeks.

  "That’s right," I hear him say, but my brain is no longer capable of processing the meaning of his words. Raising one hand from my ass, he then brings it down as hard as he can, the sound of his smacking frying my brain and turning into mush. The pain travels up my spine at the speed of light, but by the time it reaches my brain it has already been distilled into pleasure.

  Smacking me hard and mercilessly, he only stops to reach for the tie lying discarded by our side. He picks it up and rolls it over his fingers, deep in thought. "Your wrists, give them to me," he whispers, and I go up on my knees, taking both my arms behind my back. He slides the velvety fabric of the tie around my wrists and ties it hard; then, he uses one hand to grab at the patch of fabric connecting both wrists and pushes me down onto the mattress once more.