Her head reared back, off the cock filling her mouth. She barely got out a squeak, not near the demand she intended, before the hand in her hair slammed her back down. Rachel didn't have the mind left to focus on any rhythm but the tongue that swirled over and over her clit.
Mindless of anything other than the orgasm building to a head inside her, she gave herself over completely to their control, to their authority. Being made vulnerable heightened the erotic experience, defining each second with a dark thrill that had her twisting as the bright light of ecstasy dawned over the horizon of her soul.
Three thick fingers, slick with her own cream, penetrated her ass, blasting her out into the ether as Killian's husky promise chased after her.
"So damn tight, I'm going to fuck this ass."
Her world broke apart at the seams. She screamed as Adam pulled his cock from her mouth. She'd have been lost if it hadn't been for the pressure filling her ass grounding her to reality. Killian fucked his fingers into her, widening her, stretching her, preparing her for something a great deal thicker and longer then his fingers. And all the while his words haunted her, a tender caress across the flaming folds of her pussy.
"I'm going to take you right here, so hard and deep with Adam filling out that tight little pussy of yours. You want that, don't you? You want to both of us fucking you at the same time. Filling you like you've never been filled and making you explode with pleasure like no other man ever has. Feel it, baby."
Suddenly he lifted, bringing his hips to mold around hers. Thick thighs pushed hers even wider, forcing her to rest her weight on his as his thick shaft parted her folds with the tempting promise of penetration. It didn't come. Instead he teased her with the feel of him, letting his actions and words work her into a frenzy of need.
"You like that, baby? You want it? You want to feel my dick stretching you wide? You gonna beg me for it?"
The deep, dark words floated through her mind, making her whimper with her own need. God, she wanted it, wanted the thick, hard cock sawing through her pussy lips to tease her clit with its non-stop stroking motion to plunge deep inside her, fill her and then pound her hard and fast into oblivion.
"I am going stretch this little cunt wide, fill it with more cock then it's ever had. I'm going to fuck you, harder, deeper than any man has ever given you and you're going to love it. Every sweaty, dirty second of it, you're going to be begging for more."
Oh, God, please. Now.
She needed it now, needed to feel just what
"Then I'm going to pull it out, slam it into this ass." He leaned back, forcing his cock even tighter against her cunt as his hands palmed her butt. "This tight, plush, virgin ass. It is a virgin, isn't it, baby? You ain't never taken a man here before, have you?"
She didn't have the ability to form words. Her voice had been stolen from her long minutes ago. The reasoning needed to form coherent thoughts had been eaten away by the primal instincts Killian called forth with his hands. Those primitive responses ruled now. They bowed her back lower, arching her hips up to rub back against his bold touch.
"Was that a yes?" He flexed his hips, dragging his dick back until it lodged against the edge of her opening. With expert precision he pressed so subtly forward that not even the full, rounded head of his cock pressed into her. Instead it hovered barely inside, more a promise than a fulfillment.
"Answer me, Rachel. Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh, God, yes !"
Her acceptance curled from a moaning pant into an outright scream as he embedded his full length deep into her. Just as she'd fantasized there was no hesitation in Killian, no persuasive subtly or teasing slowness. He slammed into her with the feral hunger of a primitive man focused on one single goal, mating his woman.
He pounded into her so hard and fast that she'd have flown forward if not for the fingers biting into her shoulder. With a hard grip, he held her prisoner for his fucking. Not that she'd have tried to escape. She'd already melted into the floor, going boneless and limp under the aggressive assault of pleasure overwhelming every facet of reality. Her entire world had narrowed down to the primitive beat of ecstatic drums sounding off with each spearing thrust of Killian's cock deep into her.
It took him only a matter of seconds to shred her world into tattered fragments. So thick and hot, his cock hammered in one explosion after another as rapture began to mushroom through her, racing toward one final, soul shattering detonation. Then he pulled free and, for a second, she wavered on the very edge of eternal bliss or total ruin.
A heart beat later he forged back into her with a speed and skill that had her eyes bulging. Killian didn't stop until he had embedded every rock hard inch of his cock in her ass. The unusual pressure cracked the whip over her release and sent her soul hurling out of her body.
She shot straight up under the impact of ecstasy's pure, raw ways and crashed back into Killian. The both tumbled back on to the floor, but Rachel didn't notice. The pain darkening the edges of her pleasure only served to deepen the depths of Utopia's borders.
Trapped within that magical, mystical place, Rachel writhed in Killian's embrace, completely unaware that her own instinctive motions kept the steady hum of pleasure coursing through her. Even as the brutal waves of her release began to subside, the frothy pleasure still lapped over her body, keeping her from truly crashing down.
She did, though, become aware of a few simple facts. The most unavoidable was that Killian's dick still felt like a piece of silk-covered, heated iron, burning her ass from the inside out. He still had her imprisoned in his arms. His thighs still forced her legs wide, but now she lay stretched across him, open and vulnerable to Adam's eyes.
Rachel's breath caught as her gazed locked with his. In some distant part of her mind a voice cried out that this couldn't be real. It had to be a dream, a wonderfully dirty dream that excited her to the point of madness.
Insanity.
That could be the only thing to explain the vision playing out before her very eyes. She'd lost her mind. She was not being held captive in Killian's embrace, impaled on his cock from behind, with Adam's head lowering down slowly over her open, weeping cunt.
This couldn't be real, but it was. The dark look of hunger in Adam's gaze grounded her as nothing else could. He kept his eyes locked on hers, keeping her aware of the details of the moment when all she wanted to do was to get lost in it.
Then she was lost, lost to the hot wash of breath over the oversensitive folds of her pussy. Already tormented by Killian's own feasting and harsh fucking, she didn't know if she could take another round. Even as Adam's tongue tickled its way up her split slit, she flinched.
Pleasure to the point of pain came at her from both sides. Every teasing lick Adam made over her cunt had her squirming to escape the piercing shards of rapture that cut through her. The edges melted as her motions jarred the dick impaling her ass and made it burn so brightly with its own form of pleasure that no other sensation survived the inferno.
A pause, a whispered breath, and then Adam repeated the cycle of torturous delight. With expert skill he wound her back up the mountain until she was moaning out "please" and begging him to put an end to the game and fuck her. That's what she wanted. They'd reduced her to a thing of wild need that had only one desire, to be filled, fucked, ridden hardfrom both sides.
"Please, Adam."
She couldn't take any more, wanted to tell him that, but the rest of the words got choked off when he slid two fingers deep into her. He pressed down, back against the cock filling out her rear. She bucked up, unable to contain the bolt of wild pleasure that whirled through her. So delicious, she wanted, needed, another taste.
Arching her head over Killian's shoulder, she began to thrust in time with those amazing fingers fucking into her. The ecstasy sparkling through her body had a reverse echo, for every thrust down onto the fingers pulled her up the thick shaft buried behind her. Up became down and down became up, until the sensations blurred and she no
longer had control of her motions.
She was barely aware of Killian's hands biting into her hips, exaggerating her motions. All she could do was twist and shudder as the mushroom cloud returned, billowing outward as it began to rush toward total annihilation.
"Oh, God," Rachel screamed. "I'm going to come!
In an instant all motion stopped.
"No!"
She snarled and bucked, fighting to find some way to save the ethereal bubble of pleasure from collapsing down all around her. Beneath her Killian cursed and clamped his arms round her stomach. Like steel manacles, they tightened down until she could barely breathe let alone struggle.
"Don't worry, my wild one," Killian growled in her ear, making shivers run down her neck and race across her spine. "You're going to get everything you want, all the dick you can take. We're going to pack this tight little body so full of cock you won't be able to breathe without feeling us. We're going to screw you like you ain't never been screwed, right here on the floor, just like the wild thing you are."
"That's it baby. Go on and twist, you like the feel of that? You like teasing yourself on my cock? You like having your ass crammed full of meat, don't you? Now you want me to fuck this ass, hard and rough just like the wild thing you are."
"Killian." That was all she could manage to whimper. The dark, forbidden suggestions made her burn more hotly than ever.
"I think she's ready. Don't you, Adam?"
"Hmm, certainly is wet and squirmy enough for a good fucking."
"But"
"But it's kind of fun to tease her."
Rachel shrieked and jerked under the sudden lick of Adam's tongue. He went straight up, only pausing long enough to tickle her clit and make her jerk again.
"Definitely fun."
"You should feel it from this end," Killian groaned.
Oh, God. They're talking about me again.
This time the arrogant presumption of their attitudes didn't irritate her. Instead it colored the lines around the waves of lust swamping her with a tingly, foamy sensation. She had no control in this moment, no ability to protect herself from these men and their lascivious designs. That very fact thrilled her.
"That good, huh?"
"Baby girl's got such a tight ass I feel like the top of my dick is going to pop off. You better hurry and mount up, because I can't hold on much longer."
Mount up?
Surely he hadn't been referring to Adam and her. The perverseness of the situation hit, for a shining second reason managed to infiltrate the splendor she'd been floating in. It lobbied her to object, to lash out in outrage and rebel against their domination.
Before the seed of those thoughts could bloom into any action her world altered around her. It was happening. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she felt the thick, rounded length of a second cock pressing into her body.
Her eyes watered, the sight of Adam's chiseled features pulled tight with grim determination wavered. All she could focus on was the intensity in his dark eyes. Those deep, chocolate orbs became her anchor as the pain and pressure of being overfilled began to splinter the great waves of pleasure into sharp fragments that rained down over her. The fine little cuts sent prickles of pure, undiluted rapture trickling out.
For a second the ripples of pleasure froze as even her heart stopped. Adam had seated his full length inside her. Now came the question, would she explode? If one of them just breathed too harshly, Rachel feared she might.
Hot breath washed over her face and those amazing eyes were bare inches from hers. She was not only overstuffed, but being crushed between to impossibly hard and unforgiving bodies. It was too much. She was suffering from sensory overload and just needed a moment to get her bearings.
"How do you want it, baby girl?" Adam's whisper chased her eyes closed. "Slow and easy or hard and fast?"
"Fuck slow," Killian growled out as his hands bit into her hips.
Even as his hips flexed backward, he lifted her, forcing her to take that little bit more of Adam's cock. She moaned out under the impact of the mini-stroke. A second later and everything shifted in the opposite direction.
They began with slow, shallow strokes that quickly escalated out of control. Reality ceased to exist, thinned down to only the feel of the twin, steel-hard cocks fucking into her with increasing speed and ferocity. Killian's hands kept her hips swaying in perfect rhythm, matching both men stroke for stroke.
Rachel screamed as the volatile mixture of rapture and pain detonated, casting out a million tiny fireballs exploding across her body. Still Killian and Adam continued to fuck her with deep, hard, pounding strokes.
They grunted and sweated over her, racing her through the plumes of Utopia's dawning haze and straight into the horizon. The smoldering embers of her first release collapsed in on each other, growing into a raging inferno. Her body tensed, anticipating the second, more powerful explosion to come, as the edge of Utopia's end came rushing forward.
Killian and Adam fucked her right over it, tumbling her straight into the fiery abyss. Distantly she heard masculine shouts calling out triumphantly, felt the warm flood of her lovers' release filling her body. She didn't care. She floated in the glorious embrace of ecstasy's warmth, sighing even as the lights started to dim and oblivion began to creep in around her.
"Hey, baby girl, you all right?"
Killian's voice, warm with concern and tinged with sleep, floated through her mind. Now that had to be a dream. At least it was a pleasant one.
Chapter 8
Adam woke up naturally, feeling rested and satiated. The sheer white curtains softened the powerful waves of sunlight, letting it stream out in gentle bands over the bed. As usual he woke up aware and reenergized, but this morning he didn't leap out of bed and go rushing off for his normal sojourn into the bathroom. For the first time he found himself wanting to remain in bed, stay snuggled in the soft sheets and curled into the warm body molded along his front.
Rachel. He hadn't even known her for a whole day and already she had him feeling things that he had wanted to experience for a long time. Just now he felt a peace and contentment that he'd always dreamed being at home would feel like.
He'd never had that in his own home when he grew up. Things had been tense and difficult between his parents and then one day his dad simply hadn't been there anymore. His mother certainly hadn't been the stereotype of a warm, loving caregiver. She'd drank too much, cussed too much and on the day he'd turned eighteen, she'd kicked him out of the house.
He'd been glad to go. He'd been young and wild. He'd done the tattoo thing, the motorcycle thing, the drinking too much thing, the sleeping with every woman who agreed to spread her legs thing, but he'd never done the love thing. Love had been for ugly people and losers as far as he'd been concerned.
Of course, he hadn't been concerned about much. If it hadn't been Killian's family taking him in, pressing him to become a cop with him, keeping him from combining dumb with drunk; if he hadn't had Killian in his life, it probably wouldn't have been a life worth having by now. It was, though, and over the past few months he'd grown tired of all the excess, tired of being alone at the end of the day. The desire to feel what he'd seen so many other people had had grown into an undeniable urge. He wanted a real home with a woman who cared and children to spoil and train, to have dreams of a future and plans for retirement, to be stable and secure.
How could he have that without Killian? He knew Killian didn't want any of it. He'd made it perfectly clear he enjoyed the excess and had no desire to wake up next to anybody. Besides, he snored and Killian had argued the laughable viewpoint that no woman would have him in her bed full time with the racket he made.
Rachel didn't seem to mind. Her backside might have been curved into his hips, but her head was firmly planted on Killian's shoulder despite the noise that ruffled through the tresses at the top of her head. For all his talk, Killian didn't seem to mind. He actually had Rachel's hand clenched in his own, h
olding it up near his heart.
It gave Adam hope. Hope that Killian would feel just a little of what he felt. He'd felt it almost the moment Rachel had first opened her mouth and started lying to him. As a cardboard copy her looks might have been plain, but the spunky, sassy personality that sparkled in those eyes and energized every one of her features transformed her into an irritable beauty.
She aroused more than just his cock. His very soul felt alight with the need to get closer to her, to know her in every way possible, to posses her. He'd wondered if he would ever find love and now he'd found it in that mystical moment, at first sight. The only question left was whether he could hold onto it.
The buzz of a cell phone drew his attention to his discarded jeans. Clothes littered the whole room, an homage to the frenzied fucking that had taken place last night. It had started on the floor and went on into the bathroom before settling for one last round in the bed. The sun had started to peek out when they'd finally let Rachel escape into exhausted sleep.
Hell, they'd all taken that trip. It didn't surprise Adam as he got out to answer the phone that the bedside clock flashed one thirty at him. It had been a long time since he slept that late, even when he had gotten just as much activity the night before. Of course, he'd never slept so well either. Just proof that Rachel was good for him.
Good for me, but not lucky.
Adam thought dourly. He'd just gotten called in early. With a glance back he glared at Killian. Lucky bastard got to sleep in late with Rachel. His friend would definitely owe him.
* * * *
Killian gripped the wheel and glared at the road before him. He didn't know who he was madder at, Adam, Rachel or himself. Adam for stubbornly insisting that he needed something more from a relationship, Rachel for making him feel that something more or himself for not being able to stop thinking about having something more with Rachel.
It had been that very thing that had driven him from her bed that morning instead of waking her up to enjoy another, more leisurely round of deep-sea skin-diving. Instead he'd left her sleeping. A fact Adam hadn't been able to get over when he'd joined him at the station.
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