Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [96]
Again, she moved with them, the three of them finding a common rhythm, then working it. Around them, moans of pleasure filled the air, some of them echoing from her and the two men enjoying her. And being on the dais continued to inspire her, make her more energetic, wanting to show everyone what it was to be a perfect bad girl.
As Damon’s shaft pistoned upward, she stuck out her tongue, catching the tip at the end of each thrust. He let out a hot little groan with each lick she delivered, and finally, she bent forward, her mouth in the shape of an “O,” letting him drive the head of his cock between her lips each time.
Making his cock wet again helped it slide more easily through the valley of her breasts, turning her skin slick, making them both move harder against each another. It was now Damon’s palms pressing her tits around his thrusting cock; Anthony now used one hand to steady her hips over his as he fucked her and the other to rub hot little circles over her clit.
Together, the three of them gyrated, the pleasure deepening, deepening, until Brenna thought she would die of it. The rhythmic swirl of Anthony’s fingers showed his sexual experience as he pushed her closer to orgasm with each circular caress. She shoved her clit against his hand even as she met his dick underneath. And her breasts felt swollen from Damon’s hot fucking, larger somehow than they’d ever been in her life.
She heard her breath grow thready, louder, and knew she was close—and above her, Damon’s breathing hitched, too. She looked up, meeting his gaze as the tip of his shaft entered her mouth, then heard him murmur, “Ah, fuck, I’m coming,” just as hot, wet semen burst from the slit of his cock, arcing across her breasts in one, two, three, vigorous shots.
She sucked in her breath and orgasmed—the hot pulsing, pleasure exploding from her cunt and outward as Damon sensually rubbed his warm, white come into her breasts, making them slick and shiny, his obscene massage causing her climax to stretch, stretch, so long, longer than any she’d ever had.
As it finally passed, Anthony drove his cock up into her—hard, hard, hard—groaning with each stroke, his hands gripping her hips tight, and she knew he’d just come, too.
And as they all went still, the crowd around them seeming to quiet then, as well—making her think maybe a lot of people had just come with them—Damon did something no one else on the dais had done tonight after their performance. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.
Eight
They lay in bed in Damon’s suite, cuddled together naked, on the verge of drifting off to sleep.
“Sure you don’t want to shower?” he asked.
Her hair brushed against his shoulder as she shook her head. “No. Too tired. And I like having your come on me.”
He smiled, exhausted and sleepy, but more gratified than he could understand. “I didn’t think you’d like that. I even tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t.”
Another head shake. “I love it. It’s like…wearing you.”
Just like with his ejaculation earlier, now he couldn’t hold in the low growl that escaped him in response. Just when he’d thought he’d taken her to the peak of her sexual willingness, she climbed higher. He’d hoped she would embrace the atmosphere of the faux Roman orgy—but he’d never dreamed she would suggest a threesome with another guy. It shocked him way more than their encounter with Jenelle had. Because it was one thing to kiss another girl, rub their bodies together—but to take in two cocks at once…hell, he was still surprised. And on the verge of getting another hard-on just remembering it, despite how damn worn out he was from a full week of wild, crazy sex with hot, beautiful Brenna.
“You didn’t even get to fuck me tonight,” she mused.
Damon thought about that for a minute, about how satisfied he felt anyway. “Yeah—but it felt like I did.”
“I know. Isn’t