Chapter 29

“Yes, please,” Carmina moaned. Tom situated himself behind her and over Danny. He pushed her forward so she was holding onto the back of the chair, her ass and pussy presented to him so he could do whatever he wanted. His fingers penetrated her and she moaned, not bothering to hide how much she enjoyed it. She could feel her mind slipping into that place where her only responsibility was to let Tom pleasure her. She really, really liked that place. She blocked all thoughts and focused on what she was feeling, smelling, hearing. The smooth glide of Tom’s fingers in and out of her, the wet, rough caress of Danny’s tongue as he licked around Tom’s fingers. She could hear both men breathing hard and fast, the crackle of the leather on the chair as Tom put his knee next to hers. He bit her shoulder and then pulled his fingers out and pressed his dick inside her in a long, slow, stroke. She took in a stuttering gasp and let it out in a moan.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom said breathlessly. “I love how hot your pussy is. Tight and wet. I’ve never fucked a woman as sweet as you before.” He thrust into her several times, not rushing, but not easing her into the fuck, either. He was giving it to her in hard, deliberate strokes. “Tell me how sweet you are,” he ordered her.

“My pussy is so sweet,” she said breathlessly.

“Tell Danny how much you like to fuck.”

“I love to fuck, Danny. I love a man inside me. It feels so good, so amazing. Oh,” she gasped as Tom pushed between her shoulders and forced her torso lower, changing the angle of his thrust. She felt like lightning should be shooting from her fingertips.

“Oh, shit,” Tom said. “Use your mouth Danny. Just like that. I want your mouth.”

“Is he…?” Carmina had to stop and suck in a breath as pleasure shot through her. “Is he licking you, too?” she finally managed to ask, then she felt silly. She could feel where Danny’s tongue was. There was no way he wasn’t getting Tom at the same time. Tom didn’t answer. Instead he leaned over her back and clutched her breast as he thrust into her harder than before.

“On the out stroke,” he bit out. He groaned as he pulled out and Carmina shuddered and moaned because she knew what Danny was doing. She could feel it as he rimmed her entrance with his tongue, surely caressing Tom at the same time.

“I can’t,” she said breathlessly, her voice shaking. “I can’t last.”

“Don’t even try,” Tom said harshly. “I never want you to hold back. I want you to embrace it, Car. Chase it. Own it.” With each sentence he thrust into her and suddenly Danny was there, teasing her clit mercilessly.

“Danny,” she cried out.

“Fuck, yes,” Tom said, his voice a deep growl. “I love hearing his name when I’m fucking you.”

Carmina let go, letting it all wash over her, every tingle and sensation from two men completely focused on making her lose her mind. Two men who were exploring their own boundaries. It was exhilarating, mind-blowing. She forcefully shut down her thoughts, her doubts, and let Tom and Danny have all her attention, all her passion. She let go of the chair and rose onto her knees, reaching behind her for Tom. She ran her hand into his hair and fisted it tightly. He kissed her shoulder and sucked on it and she held him to her, covering his hand on her breast, letting him and Danny hold her up, abdicating all responsibility for her pleasure to the two of them.

When she came, it was in waves of ecstasy washing over her, slowly at first, until it became a tsunami and she sobbed wordlessly as her body shivered and shook from the intensity of it. She wrung every last ounce of joy from her climax. As Danny started to pull away, she reached down and held his mouth to her, chasing the last pulses of pleasure. Danny groaned against her and the vibration gave her one last moment of exquisite sensation. When she came to her senses again, Tom was panting behind her, holding her tight against him while Danny was supporting her from below, his big, strong hands on her thighs. She could tell Tom hadn’t come yet. “Finish,” she told him, her voice hoarse from her cries. “Please.” Without words Tom slid out and back in, making her dig her nails into his arm because she was so sensitive after her orgasm. He stopped. “No,” she begged. “Finish.”

Tom grabbed her shoulders and drove into her. He fucked Carmina with the force of a man on the edge. Within seconds, he grunted and wrapped both arms around her, holding her still as he pressed inside and came so hard he was shaking against her.

“Let her go,” Tom said, his voice as hoarse as Carmina’s. Danny let go of her thighs slowly. He missed the warmth of her, and worried that without his support she might fall. But Tom picked her up as if she weighed nothing. “Push the table out of the way,” he told Danny, who was still kneeling on the floor. Danny pushed the table and Tom set her on her feet.

“Lie down,” Tom told Danny. “Right there.” He pointed to the space where the table had been. Danny didn’t hesitate. He was loving the hell out of this. He felt like a fucking perv, but he hadn’t wanted to stop eating out Carmina and licking Tom’s dick while they fucked. He knew what he’d done had pleased them. They’d wanted his mouth and he’d given it to them. It was more the giving than the act itself that had Danny so close to coming he’d be embarrassed about it with anyone else. Hell, he’d licked dick and loved it. But Tom and Carmina were as fucked up as he was, because he could tell they loved it just as much.

“Ride ’em, cowgirl,” Tom said to Carmina. She gave Tom a puzzled look and then turned to Danny. He could tell she was still a little fuzzy from her orgasm, which had clearly been epic. He held out his hand to her and she took it without hesitation, letting him pull her toward him.

“Take me,” he told her. “You look so beautiful right now. Your hair is a mess and your cheeks are flushed and I can smell Tom on you. I love it. I want to fuck you like this. Please.” He meant every word. He couldn’t think of anything better than fucking her while she was still warm and wet and softly swollen from Tom fucking her. He wasn’t even going to think about that, about what that meant. He just felt that way and he had a chance to make it happen. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she said no, because he needed to be inside her so badly right now. He needed to be taken. Used. All those things he’d told Tom. And he needed Carmina and Tom to be the ones to do it.

When Carmina straddled his hips, her knees on the carpet, he had the unreal sensation of living a dream. Then she took his hands in hers and leaned down to kiss him, pushing his hands above his head, onto the carpet, holding him, and he could barely breathe for the fire racing through his body and scrambling his brain. Her mouth met his, and it was a voracious, dominant kiss. Not what he’d been expecting after watching her with Tom, but he should have. It was the way she’d kissed him in the shower, as if she’d known what he needed even then.

When he felt Tom’s hands push Carmina’s away and take over holding him down, he moaned. Tom pulled on his wrists, straightening his arms above his head, stretching him until his back was slightly arched. Danny was panting, so turned on he felt a little out of control. That was when he got it. He didn’t need to be in control. Tom was. Tom wanted to be, he wanted Danny to give up his control to him. So he did. He arched his back, gripped Tom’s wrists and closed his eyes. Without a word he told them he was theirs.

He felt every little move of Carmina’s as she adjusted herself above him and then grabbed his dick, rolling a condom on. He held his breath as she lowered her body down onto him, taking him deep into her warm, wet, sticky cunt. He’d never felt anything so amazing before. Carmina groaned and he felt a rush of gratitude that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. He started to thrust his hips, but suddenly Tom’s hot breath was at his ear. “You don’t move. We will. We’ll take you. You just lie there and let us.” He relaxed his hips again and Carmina just sat there astride him until he settled back down. Her hands were on his shoulders now, hot and smooth, caressing his shoulders and arms until finally she dragged them down over his chest and rested them on his stomach. His abs clenched at her touch. She planted her hands firmly and then she began to ride him. While Tom held him down. Danny whimpered, and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

“Oh, God,” Carmina said with a moan. “He feels so big this way. I love it.” She thrust against him, taking him deep, and then ground her pussy on him. “I’m going to come again, fucking him like this.” She was breathless, her voice low and hoarse and sexy. He dug his heels into the floor to keep from rocking up into her.

Tom began to kiss his neck and nibble his ear. Danny briefly thought he should protest, but he knew he didn’t want to. It felt too good. Carmina was sucking and licking his nipples again and he tensed, waiting and longing for another bite. When she did bite him, he cried out, bucking beneath her. Tom sucked on his earlobe then as Carmina licked down his stomach as far as she could go still riding his dick. It was sheer torture, and he loved every minute of it. He’d never done this with anyone else, never been so vulnerable before. But he found there was a freedom in it he’d never experienced before, either.

Carmina’s hands left his stomach and she moved on top of him, her cunt suddenly getting tighter, the angle different, and his eyes flew open right before she gripped his thighs. She was leaning backward, still fucking him. Then one hand slid up his thigh and wedged his legs apart. He parted them, breathing so hard he thought he might hyperventilate. She began to play with his balls, scratching them with her nails, and he shivered.

“You know how much you love my ass?” she asked him. “Guess what?” One of her fingers slid down to press into that sensitive space between balls and asshole and he began to shake. “I like yours just as much.” That finger slid back further until it rubbed against his hole and Danny cried out, jerking in Tom’s hold. “If you get to fuck mine, I get to fuck yours,” Carmina whispered, pressing against his hole, teasing him.

Tom chose that moment to kiss him. He slid his mouth along Danny’s cheek until their lips met and immediately shoved his tongue into Danny’s mouth. Danny opened up and let Tom in. He had to. He had no choice. Tom was in control. The kiss was carnal and wet and dirty, everything Danny craved. As Tom owned his mouth, his beard stubble abrading Danny’s lips, Carmina fucked him mercilessly with her finger on his hole, and Danny blew apart. He cried out into Tom’s mouth as he came, but Tom didn’t relent, driving his tongue over and over into Danny’s mouth, making him take it, and Danny sobbed as his orgasm ripped through him. His back arched and his hips slammed up off the floor just as Carmina pushed the tip of her finger inside his ass. She cried out at the same time, and he felt her walls pulse around him as she came with him.

When it was over, Carmina pulled her finger away, leaving a little sting behind. She ground her pussy down on his still hard, very sensitive dick, and he shuddered and whimpered into Tom’s mouth. Tom’s grip on his wrists softened and so did his kiss. Finally Tom pulled away with a soft suck on Danny’s lower lip and Carmina lay down on top of Danny, her head on his shoulder.

“That was better than my fantasies,” she said in a slurred, dreamy voice, half-asleep already.

“That was my fantasy,” Danny said, sounding as wrung out as she did. “Thank you.”

Tom slid his hands up Danny’s arms in a caress not meant to hold him down. “You didn’t mind?” he asked, and Danny knew he was talking about Tom’s kiss.

“No,” Danny told him honestly. “It was perfect.” And it was.