The Black Room: Door Two

by Jasinda Wilder

  “Shit, shit,” he murmurs. “Take it all, baby.”

  I widen my jaw, open my throat and take it all—there’s so much. I taste his skin and the musk of leaking essence, of salty flesh. Moving slowly, so slowly, I take my time, tasting every marvellous inch. My eyes flutter upwards and I watch him enjoy it, watch him struggle to keep breathing; he’s fighting the urge to fuck my throat. His hands are in my hair, clutching, and his hips are tensed, wanting to flex. I let go of my hold on the base of his cock and reach around to cup his hard ass—god, so tight, that ass. Carved out of marble. I pull at it, encouraging him.

  At the same time, on my right, my stroking fist is moving faster and faster, skimming up and down his thick, straining cock. He’s flexing into my fist, cupping my breast, kissing and licking my nipple, making it harden, making my core ache. Almost idly, he fingers my cunt until I’m soaked and dripping.

  The cock in my mouth throbs and thickens.

  Not yet, oh no. Not yet.

  I pull away, letting his dick fall free with a pop. He moans in protest, but I’ve got my fist around him immediately, holding, squeezing, and pulling him back from the edge.

  I want to taste the other cock, so I turn to my right and find him ready and waiting. I wrap my fist around the head, then squeeze and slide my grip down, slowly, slowly, slowly, touching my lips to the tip as if I’m taking a bite of ice cream. Mmmm, he’s leaking too, his salty musk smearing on my tongue. I let his cock glide into my mouth and over my tongue, scraping ever so gently between my teeth. My eyes are fixed on his blue gaze as I take him further into my mouth, and I lower my fist to the base. The curve of his cock forces me to tilt a little to let him slide into my throat. He’s so long I have suppress a gag as he buries himself to the root, and I lavish my tongue and lips all over him as I back away, then sink down again. I take him deep, and then back away once more, and I can feel his moan more than hear it. I feel his balls tense; feel his breath catch as his belly hardens.

  I don’t know what comes next, so I look left, then right. I watch my hands move and watch as the men fight the urge to let go.

  I’ll give them what they want, but first I get what I want.

  I roughly shove the blond-haired guy back against the pillows; he goes willingly, blond hair splayed around his face. He reaches for me, sliding his hands over my hips, cupping my ass. For just a moment I let him touch me, let him feel my skin, let him toy with the juicy roundness of my ass, and then I kneel astride him. His eyes glitter, his jaw sets, his tongue runs over his lips in anticipation. I grab his cock, lift it and fit the head to my slit. As I roll the head in circles over my opening, I roll my hips and grind against him.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans. “I bet you’re tight. Tight and wet, aren’t you?”

  I smile for him, a sultry, flattered smile. “I don’t know—am I?”

  I sink down on him, flush and deep. Oh fuck. Oh fucking hell, he feels good. That curve has him sliding against me just right, the tip hitting me just right deep inside my channel as his shaft grinds against my clit.

  “Am I tight and wet?” I ask.

  He gasps. “So fucking tight, baby. So wet.”

  I writhe on him and roll my hips in grinding circles while he’s deep inside, giving him a hint of what awaits.

  But first…

  “You want more?” I ask, my voice low, playful.

  “Yeah.” He clutches my ass and tries to make me move. “I want all of it. Give it to me, baby.”

  I lift up and pull him out of me, then I swing my leg over his torso so I’m facing away from him, on all fours, ass in the air.

  I back up, pressing my dripping slit to his face. “Then start licking. Make me come again, and I’ll let you fuck me.”

  “Jesus,” he groans, and spears his tongue against my clit. “You’re fucking soaked.”

  I drop my head and whimper as he fucks my clit with his mouth. I take a moment just to relish the feel of his tongue whipping in circles around my clit, flicking it, feeling his day-old stubble against my tender skin. “That’s good,” I murmur, writhing against his tongue, “Just like that. Don’t stop. Jesus, don’t stop.”

  “What about me?” a deep, amused voice says, in front of me.

  I open my eyes, look up and smirk as dark eyes reflect heat and impatience and need. He’s got his cock in hand, and he’s masturbating slowly. Mmmmm. I like watching that. He sidles closer, stroking, his big fist roughly pumping his length. I part my lips and lick my upper lip, eagerly anticipating the taste of him, the feel of him between my lips.

  Closer, closer…

  There it is, finally, the big, round head brushing soft and springy against my lips, and then I lick his cock from root to tip. I gasp when from behind something frightfully delightful begins to happen to my clit; as that happens I sink my mouth around the cock in front of me. Mmmm. This is good. Oh, so good. A tongue at my pussy, a cock in my mouth, and god, god, god—an orgasm building.

  I release his cock and lift my eyes up to his. I’m coming—I’m coming so hard I’m liable to accidentally bite down, and I wouldn’t want to do that to such a lovely organ. I grind my pussy against the lapping tongue, moaning, pushing backward, spine bowed inward, head dropped between my shoulders as a raging climax blasts through me. As soon as the peak passes, I sheathe my man’s cock between my quivering lips, sucking hard, burying it in my throat, swallowing around the shaft until he’s groaning and pumping helplessly.

  He pulls out of my mouth abruptly. “I don’t want to come down your throat.”

  I blink up at him, still shaking from my orgasm. “No? Where do you want to come?”

  He grins wolfishly. “All over that lovely face of yours.”

  “That sounds messy,” I say, not feeling anywhere as disgusted as I maybe should be.

  “I would clean up every inch of your gorgeous body. You know that.”

  Behind me, someone looks ready for me to hold up my end of the bargain. Blue eyes are fixed on my ass as he rises up onto his knees. His palm caresses my buttock, the other clutching his erection.

  “Put it in,” I say to him, over my shoulder.

  My blond hair cascades over one shoulder, momentarily obscuring my view of the man in front of me. I pretend, just for a split second, that it’s just me and the blond god behind me. I hold my breath as he searches my pussy with his fingers. He quickly finds my opening, scissors two fingers inside me, then fits the broad head of his dick to my slit, grunts low in his throat, eyes narrowing in pleasure as he slowly slides in. He takes his time, centimeter by centimeter, gliding deep. I gasp, lost in the fullness.

  “Fuck me hard,” I whisper. “Don’t be gentle.”

  He growls as he sinks up to the hilt into me and, for a moment, a split second of time, our breathing matches, both of us panting shallowly as he thrusts deeper, hips flexing until he’s so deep there’s no more depth for him to plunder. I keep my eyes on him, letting him read me, letting him see me.

  He pounds.

  Once.

  Hard.

  Strong hands grip my hips, pulling me backward into roughening thrusts.

  “Oh fuck, yeah, just like that,” I groan. “Don’t stop…”

  I’m rocked forward by his thrusts, into a hard body in front of me. Something at once hard and soft nudges my cheek, my chin. I open my eyes; see a hint of jealousy in the dark brown eyes. I grin up at him, tease him. I play up my noises, my responses to what the blond guy is doing. I push back into the fucking, moaning even louder. His eyes narrow, a hard smirk spreading on his face as he realizes my game. He wraps a fist in my hair, gathering the thick sheaf of golden locks around his fist, and pulls my face toward his cock and shoves in deep, so deep I gag. He backs out, a thick string of spit dangling from the tip of his cock to my mouth. I manage a deep breath, and then he’s back in my mouth, pulling at my face. I moan for him, hum around his cock, bobbing vigorously, going down on him for all I’m worth, sucking hard, letting him fuck deep into my
throat.

  And, oh god, I’m still getting good and fucked from behind, too, and now it’s taking all my effort to divide my attention. The cock in my pussy slams and drives, sinks deep and holds there for a pulsing thrust or two, and then he’s backing out and thrusting shallowly.

  I’m not ready for him to release yet, I realize, and he’s close. Do I want him to come inside me?

  The answer is easy: No. I realize despite all the playing around, only one man will come inside me, which is why his threat to come on my face is idle.

  Maybe in private…

  A thought for another time?

  I push the blond man away and he takes the cue, backing up on the bed. I slide forward, gasping as his cock slips out of me.

  This is all about me, I realize.

  They’re waiting...

  And I make them wait even more.

  Make them ache.

  Blond hair to my right, black to my left. Two huge, hard cocks, waiting eagerly to bury inside me. Where do I want them? Such amazing choices I have.

  I wonder how my cunt tastes, smeared all over another man’s flesh?

  I twist to my right. Reach for the curved shaft and bring it to my lips. I inhale, catching my own scent, then take his cock between my lips and taste my essence and his, mixed, mingled. Why the fuck does that make me throb? It shouldn’t, but it does.

  None of this should be so erotic, but it is. None of this should feel so fucking good, but it does.

  There’s something darker, though, lurking inside me. Deep, beneath the lust, beneath the hunger for everything, the desire for all I can handle, is the need to be fucked and used and taken until I’m twisted up and done and about to faint—beneath all that dirty, slutty neediness, is something dark.

  I want to make him jealous.

  I liked that gleam of possessiveness in his eyes as he accepted the fact that the cock now in my mouth has just plundered my pussy. He wanted to be there. He wants to be the one inside me. He asked for this, he wanted this threesome, but now that it’s happening, maybe it’s not what he wanted. Maybe he’s more jealous of me than he thought he’d be.

  And maybe everything I’m doing is a calculation on my part, at least on some level, to twist the knife of jealousy a little deeper.

  I want to make him crazy.

  I change things around so both men are side by side in front of me. I go down lustfully on the long, curved dick, swallowing it, tasting the pre-cum leaking, tasting the throbbing thickening as he nears orgasm…and I use both hands on my man’s thicker, straighter cock. I plunge both hands up and down to the same rough rhythm as I’m using with my mouth. Double grunts, tandem gasps. Two sets of hips thrusting. Fuck, oh god. I like this. I wrap one hand around the cock that’s in my mouth, just beneath my chin, and continue the rhythm then switch my mouth to the left. I take the thickness between my jaws, feeling it almost crack as I struggle to accommodate his girth. God, so thick. So wonderfully, perfectly, beautifully thick. For the space of three swallowing fucks of my mouth, I take him.

  And then I switch again.

  Back and forth, back and forth, pumping with my fists nonstop, shifting my mouth back and forth until both men are gasping and grunting and thrusting, sweating, muscles tensed and hard as they both hold back.

  And then I stop, as they’re both at the very edge.

  “Not yet, boys,” I say. “I’m not done with either of you, yet.”

  “Shit,” my man says, voice thick and frustrated. “I’m so close it hurts.”

  “Fuck…me too. I can’t hold out much longer.” Another voice rough with need, fraught with frustration.

  I’ve got them both on edge.

  Hell, I’m on edge.

  I’ve kept them waiting long enough, I think.

  I slide off the bed and lean forward toward them, bending at the waist, using one hand to prop myself up. I reach with my other hand for something long and curved, pulling the blond haired, blue-eyed, hard-bodied man toward me with a hungry grin, and a smile full of promise.

  I pause a moment, though, before I take his organ between my lips.

  Then I reach for the dark curly hair and pull his face toward mine. I whisper in his ear, “Take me…”

  He’s off the bed and standing behind me in a flash. Hands caressing the length of my spine, dragging his nails down my back, clutching my hips, kneading the globes of my ass, parting me. I feel him nudge. He flexes against me.

  He presses into my cunt, his cock thick, stretching me wide, stretching me to burning. He slides in slowly. Deep.

  And god…so gentle.

  I gasp, whimper, feeling an unbelieavable bliss, my mouth falling open. A whine escapes my lips, and then I remember the man in front of me. I open my eyes just in time to see him rub himself against my cheek. Soft, so soft against my skin. He’s glistening, damp with our combined essences. He drags his slick cock across my cheek toward my mouth. I gasp again as another thrust has me rocking forward, waves of tightening heat billowing through me.

  I stroke the cock in front of me. Caress it. Massage the curved length. Toy with it, take it from him, rub the head against one cheek, then the other. Nuzzle it. Then, teasingly, I kiss the tip. I open my mouth to let him push in, a slow penetration.

  He groans, eyes closing, head lolling back.

  There won’t be any putting him off, this time. He clutches my shoulders, groans as I take him oh so gradually deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

  Moments blur, then. Sensations tangle and merge. I twine my fingers in those of the hand on my shoulder and push his hand into my hair. I grasp his hand and show him what I want him to do, namely, pull me onto his cock, use my mouth, and let go of control.

  He takes direction well, it seems. He tugs at my face, hesitantly at first, then with more authority, more control, and more assertion.

  I lose track of everything, then. I let all the sensations move through me, in me, and over me. I take it all: I move with them both, pushing back into the wonderfully rough thrusts, then forward to swallow heat and thickness, a mouthful of thick throbbing, pre-cum leaking cock. I’m overwhelmed, taking so much my senses are pushed to overload.

  And then I feel my ass being spread apart by rough, insistent hands. I feel pressure on the tight rosebud knot of muscle; hear a crack sound, a squirting sound, and twist to see my man spreading lube on the fingers of one hand. I’m not ready, I’m not ready—oh my fucking god…

  It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

  Just his finger, the long middle finger sliding slowly into my asshole.

  Oh….fuck.

  I go cross-eyed from it. Delirium blasts through me, a sudden, unexpected orgasm crashing through me, lightning hard and lightning fast, tightening my cunt around his cock, my asshole around his finger. I’m so full, every orifice stuffed, crammed. Pussy, mouth, and asshole, all being used beautifully all at once, and all I can do is ride the sensation through, gasping, moaning, writhing, impaled and fucked to within an inch of my life and maybe a bit beyond.

  As the crest of climax sears through me, he adds a second finger, more lube, and now the feeling of being stretched beyond capacity is all consuming.

  “More…” I beg, not recognizing my own voice as I whisper my plea against the soft, veined, iron-hard, saliva-wet side of the shaft throbbing beside my mouth. “Oh fuck, that feels too good. So fucking good.”

  “You want more?” He’s whispering in my ear, fucking my pussy and fingering my asshole, moving his fingers in and out to the rhythm of his fucking. “You want all of it?”

  “God yes…god, fuck yes.” All I know is I want more, even as an orgasm rips through me.

  Then a sudden absence of everything, cold, empty, still, as both men withdraw.

  I’m dizzy from the climax, dizzy from need, delirious from the pulsating, crashing aftershocks and manic lust.

  I’m lifted.

  Settled on my back on a hard body.

  I twist my head to one side and ope
n my eyes to see dark olive skin and black scruff, lips whispering against mine. “This is what you want?” he nudges against my asshole with the tip of his cock.

  “Oh…” I can’t make words emerge. Can’t make sense of anything.

  I’m a riled-up, orgasm-loose, hot, horny, sweaty, needy knot of wanton bliss. I feel bodies and hands, feel a stomach beneath me, hands on my pussy, at my clit, on my breasts, toying with my tits and pinching my nipples, fingers plunging into my cunt, a cock nudging my asshole, a big hand moving mine to help me wrap fingers around a wet, throbbing shaft. Sensation is confusion, too much of everything, man all around me, hardness and essence and muscles and hands and cocks and breath and moans.

  “Say yes,” I hear him murmur in my ear. “I need to hear you say yes.” Familiar words. Why? I don’t remember.

  I hear the wet squishing slurp of lube and a hand sliding up and down a wet organ. I use my heels to lift myself up a little, so I can reach around and touch the slick, lubed-up cock. I moan as fingers, three of them now, spread the lube on my asshole, pushing in. I want to cry out, but I’m breathless, unable to do anything but take the fingers and writhe onto them. Different fingers, a different hand is at my pussy, spearing in, curling to find a spot high inside, pressing against my clit, ramping me up toward another building climax.

  “Say yes, honey. Or say no.” His lips move against the shell of my ear, breath straining, whisper lilting.

  “Yes…Yes…” I sink back down onto his body, ass to his stomach. I lay back, rest my head on his shoulder, turn my face to inhale his scent, touch my lips to the side of his throat, feel his hands on my body, on my skin, one cupping my breast, tweaking my nipple, the other three fingers inside my ass, three-knuckles deep. “God, yes. Fuck yes.”

  I reach out and clutch a cock, stroke its curved length. I force my eyes open, and meet a pair of blue eyes. “Soon,” I whisper, all the promise I can manage at that moment. I pull him closer. “Soon.”