Screw Single (4 page)

The feeling was amazing
.
He was buried deep inside me, not moving, and I could feel the walls of my pussy randomly fluttering and tightening around him
.
I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control it
.
It was wonderful,
electric
, and frustrating all at once
.
His fingers dug into my hips and prevented me from moving and when I growled my frustration at him he just laughed.

It was then that I realized Donovan was behind me
.
He pressed himself tightly against my back and whispered roughly in my ear, “Did you need that, Pet
?
Did you need a big hard cock in your hungry pussy?”

I gasped at his voice. I loved hearing him talk like that
.
During our night together he had shown a true talent for it
.
His breath was hot against my ear and his back scorched mine. He licked the ridge of my ear and kissed his way down my neck, his weight holding me impaled on Jack’s cock.

“You cannot imagine how amazing you look—you straddling Jack, your legs stretched wide, your ass in the air, both of you slick and your pussy filled to overflowing.” He bit the back of my neck and I felt the nerves tighten and I was unable to move
.
He slid his hands down my sides, stopping to pay attention to my breasts—cupping them, pinching them—and then further down until he splayed his hands around my waist.

Jack’s face was flushed below me, and I could tell that he was as turned on by Donovan’s actions as I was, adding his hands to Donovan’s as they trailed across my body
.
I could feel the heavy weight of Donovan’s cock lodged in the cleft of my ass and I wriggled a little to move him, but only succeeded in trapping him further between my cheeks.

I groaned inwardly as the image of him pressed against my asshole flooded my inner eye
.
I’d always shied away from that, but during our night together Donovan had introduced me to how intensely pleasurable it could be. I have to admit, even the taboo factor of it added to its appeal, and having Jack explore that area earlier had only inflamed my desire
.
Donovan was intoxicating, his weight a constant stimulus, and I couldn’t help but move against him.

Moving against him meant fucking myself even more on Jack’s glorious cock, and soon I didn’t know why I was wriggling, I just had to do it
.
Up and down and in tiny circles I rotated my hips against them, and when Donovan pulled away from me I thought that I would cry at the loss, but Jack thrust upwards at that moment and instead of crying out in
loss,
I was crying out in pleasure.

Donovan returned a few moments later and kneeled between Jack’s knees
.
He trailed a hot hand down my back until he reached the crack of my ass and then teased my rosebud with a fiery finger.

“Get up on your knees more, Pet,” he insisted as he pressed against that mysterious spot, “I want to see Jack’s cock as it slides in and out of your pussy,” and I couldn’t help but oblige, fucking Jack, and fucking myself, and hoping upon hope that it was a beautiful sight for the man behind me.

“Oh God, Darcy,” Jack groaned as I slid up and down his length, “Your body is a miracle,” and I kissed him, teasing him with my tongue, tugging with my teeth, loving the way he tasted, loving the feel of his cock in me.

“Yes it is, Pet,” Donovan echoed, and suddenly there was something new, as Donovan poured something slick along the crack of my ass, rubbing gently with his hand, and stopping to tease that spot again.

“Donovan,” I breathed, almost afraid of the sensation—it had been intense before, and I couldn’t imagine handling two of them—and he paused for a moment.

“Just relax, Pet,” he said, as he began stroking me again. “Remember how good it felt before
.
Remember Jack touching you there… and relax
.
Just focus on how good it feels.”

His voice was hypnotic and his touches intensified, pressure building on my asshole until I thought it must hurt, but it never did
.
He played with my nipple with a free hand and Jack had reached between us and had his thumb pressed against my clit and suddenly Donovan’s finger was sliding in and out and it was amazing.

“Oh God, Donovan,” I moaned, arching back towards him only to realize that it impaled me deeper on Jack’s cock
.
I couldn’t move without increasing the sensation, and it was building and building again, and I whimpered in desire.

“I want to be inside you, Pet,” Donovan whispered hotly in my ear, his weight pinning me to Jack’s chest
.
His heavy cock was rubbing against my slick cheeks and this time it was even more tempting. “I want to feel Jack’s cock in your pussy; I want to feel you tight around me.
”
Donovan leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Please, Pet
.
Trust me.”

I opened my mouth and nothing came out, so I swallowed and tried again.

“I want you, too,” I whispered, my cheeks flaming, but neither of my men seemed surprised or embarrassed, Jack groaning his approval and Donovan tilting my face to his, taking my lips in a tender kiss.

“That’s my girl.”

He slid down my back, the movement pressing me into Jack again wrenching a moan from us both
,
and I heard the tearing of a foil packet and looked over my shoulder to see Donovan covering himself
.
He then stroked my asshole with a finger again before pressing his cock against it, at first barely and then more insistently.

Jack started to gently rock his hips under me, and my clit kept bumping against him, ratcheting the level of my excitement to new heights
.
Donovan increased the pressure against my asshole and it suddenly gave way, stretching around his cock, the tightness amazing as I felt myself stretched and filled.

I
could not
believe it;
it wasn’t enough
.
I wanted all of him
.
I wanted all of them both
.
I wanted them buried
so
deep
ly
inside me
I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began
. I wanted to feel his hips against my ass as I came. I was overcome by my desires and I started to rock back and forth, gathering momentum as I went.

Donovan stilled in shock as I started to move, but quickly joined the rhythm, and I knew that the sensation of the two cocks rubbing against each other, only a thin barrier between them, was amazing for them both as well
.
Donovan pinned me and slid inside me, one hard inch at a time, and I could feel them both, Jack sliding below me, and Donovan above, matching their movements so that as one withdrew the other advanced
.
But they were so gentle… too gentle. I wanted more… and I begged them.

“Please
!
More
…
I need more.”

“We don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” Jack whispered up at me, and I crashed my lips down o
n his and kissed him madly,
pleading, “I’ll stop you if it hurts, just please… please fuck me!”

I was frantic, and my lovers obliged
.
Jack thrust into me hard and fast, and Donovan matched his tempo, holding his weight off me so I could breathe.

I screamed my pleasure and felt it begin—that whirlwind that is climax—and it tore through the three of us like wildfire
.
Every time Jack thrust into
me,
Donovan withdrew only to come crashing back into me in the end
.
Little inhuman noises were torn from me, and I heard the cries around me, and we rode that line between chaos and control until that last moment when my pleasure overtook me and I dragged my men with me.

My pussy spasmed and my body twitched, wrenching both cocks inside me until they couldn’t resist the pull anymore, filling me with their come as they filled the air with the sound of my name.

Then
we were finished, and Donovan slid from me, pulling me to one side, and Jack turned to follow, holding me on the floor as we slowly floated back to reality.

I wrapped Donovan’s arm around my waist as he lay wrapped around my back, and I held Jack tightly in the crook of my arm, and the last thought I had was crystal clear:  these men were mine, and I was never letting them go.

Screw single.

             
Tacie Graves isn’t schizophrenic; she just writes what the voices in her head tell her to. Living in the middle of the Midwest with her husband and two children, her days are spent in a whirlwind of activities that always somehow lead back to her writing desk and the sexy stories that come alive there (which can be difficult sometimes when she has to explain why she’s looking at the pool guy just
so
.) She writes erotica for every woman because we can all use a little extra spice in our lives sometimes. Oh, and because the voices told her to.

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