He didn’t allow her an instant longer to complain as he dived between her legs. He narrowed his focus to licking and sucking on that sweet pussy. She was glorious—wet and hot from the night’s teasing and pleasuring. Dylan needed to fuck her. Right now. He couldn’t think of anything else. He pulled away with a final lick to her clit and turned back to Austin.
Dylan’s sexy lover already had his outerwear puddled on the floor, right along with his pants and boxers. Austin stroked his magnificent erection as he watched Dylan pleasure Mercy. No, Dylan didn’t want Austin to be a voyeur for the night. That wouldn’t cut it. He needed both of them right then so much it hurt.
“Austin…” Dylan pleaded, staring up at his lover. Austin caught Dylan’s gaze, and Dylan saw a familiar storm crack his playful demeanor in two, revealing the ferocious and animalistic lover Dylan knew Austin truly was. Mercy wouldn’t know what hit her.
“You need us now, don’t you?” Austin shucked his clothes from around his ankles before kneeling behind Dylan. He reached around to unbutton and remove Dylan’s pants and underwear. God, Austin’s hands felt good against Dylan’s skin. Austin’s nails dug into his skin as he dragged the fabric down his legs.
“Keep lickin’ her, baby. Her face is magic when your tongue is inside her. Yeah…like that.” Austin wrapped his hand around Dylan’s steel cock. The man’s long fingers were useful when playing piano but barely covered the entire circumference of Dylan’s length. Dylan could only imagine how it would feel to sheathe his thick dick inside Mercy’s wet pussy.
“Your cock is thick right now, so hard.” Austin kept one hand around Dylan’s cock, stroking him to madness, and with the other hand reached into the small drawer next to the staircase. He pulled out a bottle of lube and gave it to Mercy.
She opened her eyes and stared at it in confusion.
“Open it for me, Mercy. I want to focus on Dylan’s massive cock. Do you see this thick thing?”
Austin pulled Dylan away from Mercy’s pussy, forcing him to his knees in order to show off his cock to the woman panting from lust. Her eyes widened, and she bent forward. Her tongue snaked across his shaft as she licked from the base to the tip.
“Not yet, bad girl.” Austin’s voice had become a low rumble, sending shivers down Dylan’s spine and into his cock, making it twitch. Fuck, he loved when Austin was like this. “First, you need to put slick my cock so I can fuck Dylan’s ass. Then Dylan is going to fuck your wet pussy. And I bet you’re tight, aren’t you, Mercy?”
Austin shoved Dylan back to Mercy’s pussy, keeping his head at the juncture of her thighs, telling Dylan what he wanted without words. Dylan surged his tongue right back in, winning another moan from their girl.
He felt Austin lean over him and Mercy shift her stance on the stairs, making it harder for him to get at her pussy. But he was never one to give up easily. After a moment, he heard kissing sounds and the squelch of lube on cock, both music to his ears. He wished he could watch them kiss, but he refused to move away from the delicious pussy feast he had in front of him. Her skin was silky smooth and dripping with her juices. A cream made just for them.
Mercy went back to her previous position, and Dylan jumped when two lubed fingers began to press into his rosebud. It felt sinful. “Yes, Austin.” He hummed against Mercy’s skin, losing his concentration.
“Mercy…we need condoms,” Austin panted, pushing his fingers all the way into Dylan’s ass with ease from their constant lovemaking. “There are some in a drawer—”
“I’m clean and on birth control. Trust me.” She moaned as Dylan sucked her clit particularly hard upon hearing he might get to fuck her bare. It would be too much. He’d come after five seconds of being inside her.
“Are you sure?” Austin asked, pumping those fingers in and out of Dylan’s ass at a devilish pace. “Tell me it’s okay. We’re both clean. I swear. Fuck, I’d love to feel your pussy around my cock…see Dylan’s thick monster with your juices dripping down it—”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes, yes, yes,” Mercy screamed, her cunt clenching and pulsing with pleasure. Dylan worked to lap up the excess cream from her orgasm.
He pulled back, grabbing her waist and lifting her onto a lower step so his cock lined up with her pussy. “I can’t wait. I need you both with me. Right now.” Dylan slid his shaft along Mercy’s still-clenching opening. “Tell me again. Tell me it’s okay.”
“Yes. It’s okay, Dylan. Fuck me now, please, both of you. I need you inside me— Ah!”
Dylan thrust home, not taking his time, not allowing her to adjust. A part of him worried she didn’t understand how far gone he was. There was no blood in his brain, only his cock, and his cock was starving for a pussy to claim as its own. Fuck, it had been so long.
“Yes, baby, that’s beautiful. But stay still for a second…” Dylan felt Austin pull his ass cheeks apart before sliding a long cock inside him, stretching him, bottoming out, then shifting to touch that one magical spot.
Dylan moaned, reveling in the feeling of having his cock surrounded by Mercy’s pulsing cunt and his ass filled with Austin’s steel pipe. He was stuffed full. He could come right then, and he almost did once Austin pulled out and shoved back in so hard Dylan’s cock pushed farther into Mercy.
“Dylan, yes! Austin…fuck him harder so he does that again. I want all of it.” Mercy finally opened her eyes and reached over to touch Austin’s cheek. “Watching you together is—you’re beautiful.”
Austin plunged deep once more, pulling in and out like a piston and fucking Dylan’s ass with such a manic need Dylan would have sworn Austin had lost his mind. Except Dylan was doing the same to Mercy, holding her hips to keep her immobile and at his mercy, rutting on her like some wild beast. It was glorious and sensuous and dirty all at the same time.
Austin kept hitting that spot—fuck, that spot—and grinding against it every time he bottomed out. The man was a master top, even though he enjoyed being the fuckee as much as fucking.
“Can’t hold it…much longer,” Austin moaned. He bit Dylan’s shoulder, as he liked to do when he took him this way.
“Right there, Dylan. Right there!” Mercy’s pussy clenched in a series of pulses once more, and Dylan came, unable to take her heat with any sort of restraint any longer. “I feel your cum inside me,” she cried, arms surrounding his shoulders, holding him tight.
“Yes, love!” Austin cried out and joined them in their ecstasy. Dylan loved the sensation of Austin’s cum pooling in his ass, invoking a feeling of being owned by his lover. By both his lovers now, he thought as Mercy’s tight sheath vibrated around his cock.
“Oh my goodness,” Mercy breathily exclaimed, collapsing back on the stairs, her head banging against one of the steps.
“Oof, are you okay?” Austin asked, reaching over Dylan to cup her head in his hand.
“Yeah.” She grinned, lazily waving him away. “You fucked me good, boys.”
“That’s only the beginning,” Dylan muttered from his resting place between her breasts. “Fuck. I need to get you out of the dress so I can suck on your tits.”
“My tits?”
“Yeah, love,” Austin said, trying to be as gentle as possible as he pulled out of Dylan. But no matter how slowly or carefully he pulled out, Dylan always felt empty and bereft right after making love with Austin. He enjoyed having that impossibly long cock inside him far too much. “It’s been so long since we’ve enjoyed tits. Smooth and pillowy. I can’t wait to bite them.”
“Well, I can’t wait either now.” Mercy laughed, tugging at her dress to pull it over her head and toss it over the banister. “Have at them, boys.” Dylan winked before descending onto the right breast, Austin claiming the left. They sucked and nibbled, taking their time familiarizing themselves with this delicious facet of the female anatomy.
All the while Mercy dug her fingers into their hair and moaned encouragements, telling them to suck harder or to bite the tender underside. She seemed to like being bitten.
“Doing what?” he asked with a mouthful of nipple.
“You’re getting hard again…already.”
“That’s all you, sexy. Just being in the room with you gives us perpetual hard-ons.”
“Well, if we’re going to continue this, I need a softer surface. Hell, I’ll take a flat surface at this point.”
Dylan pulled back. “Shit, sorry. Are you hurting? Did we hurt you?”
“No, I’m better than fine. But I don’t think I can handle getting fucked on the stairs all night. I fully intend on passing out after our…” She thought for a second. “Fifth or sixth round of sex, and I would like a bed to do that on.”
“Fifth or sixth?” Austin laughed in amazement.
“Good thing there are two of us.”
Dylan finally pulled out of Mercy’s channel—much to his disappointment—before helping her stand. He could tell her knees were wobbling, and although Dylan was a tad unsteady himself, he lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to his and Austin’s bedroom.
The house was a simple two level with an almost rustic feel. It was definitely a guy’s house, and Dylan had never given more than a cursory thought as to how someone he would want to woo would view it, especially since the only person he’d been interested in wooing was the man who lived there with him. But now…he found himself getting nervous as he laid Mercy on the bed and she looked around their room in curiosity.
She smiled at him when she caught him watching. “I like your house. Well, I like the entryway, staircase, upstairs hallway, and bedroom. I’m sure I’ll get to the bathroom at some point and like that as well.”
Mercy held out her hand to Dylan, and he came over her once more, thankful that they had moved to the bed since his knees couldn’t take another round on the hard stairs.
Dylan marveled at the ferocious mating the three had just shared. Not since the day he crashed into Austin had he felt such overwhelming emotion and instant connection with another person. Not till today, at least.
“CLOTHES, LOVES,” AUSTIN said, joining his beautiful lovers on the bed after a quick stop in the bathroom to freshen up. He knelt beside Mercy’s creamy white body before pulling Dylan’s shirt up over his head, forcing the man to disconnect from Mercy’s nipple with a displeased grunt. Mercy laughed, reaching up to fist Austin’s hair and pull him down for a chill-inducing kiss. Oh, the places her tongue alone could take them.
Austin ended the kiss and then rested his forehead against hers. His mind twisted with all the ways he could have his lovers before dawn. Their three sets of limbs tangled on the bed, sweat mingling, and the sounds of heavy breathing turning into a base symphony more melodic than any concerto he’d ever played.
Once he’d checked to make sure no socks, pants, or other garments remained on his lovers, Austin lay down next to Mercy and, with a playful shove, pushed Dylan off her nubile body. It was his turn to pleasure her delicious body, and he wasn’t in the mood to screw around…so to speak.
“I need to fuck you,” Austin said simply, any patience or control draining with each drop of blood that filled his cock. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, and I want you to suck Dylan’s cock while I do it. I want you to feel him in the back of your mouth as I thrust into you.”
“No, babe,” Dylan said, pulling Austin’s attention away from where he’d lined his cock up with her wet channel.
“You want my ass?” Austin asked, thinking that would be mind-blowing as well. Any and all positions he could think of involving the three of them made his heart pound.
“No. I want her ass,” Dylan said, his voice deepening with his growing lust. “Have you ever done that before, Mercy?”
She nodded in the affirmative. “A long time ago, and not with two cocks at once. I’ll need some prep…and Austin here doesn’t look like he’s ready to give me any time.”
Dylan moved behind Austin. He circled the base of Austin’s cock with an unbearable squeeze. Austin moaned, leaning back into Dylan’s hard chest. “Austin will have to wait,” Dylan’s gravelly voice whispered in Austin’s ear before he licked Austin’s heated skin, just light enough to drive his lust even higher.
“I need to get my cock inside her,” Austin panted, staring down at Mercy’s splayed legs and the warmth waiting for his cock to enter. “Now.”
“You will, but once you’re there, you’re going to wait.” Dylan pulled Austin’s head back with a deliciously hard tug, just on the edge of pain. Fuck, Austin loved when Dylan took control. “Understand? You will fucking wait.”
“Yes. Yes, I’ll wait,” Austin replied hoarsely.
Dylan took Austin’s mouth in a quick and brutal kiss, leaving his lips swollen and bitten. The way Austin liked it.
“Get on your back,” Dylan commanded, and Austin rolled, holding on to Mercy so that she lay on top of him. “Mercy, give the man what he wants and put his cock inside you.”
“Yes, sir.” She grinned, taking a firm hold of Austin’s cock and doing what she was told. But not without tantalizing him first by rubbing the tip along her soaking-wet folds and then dipping it in her heat an inch at a time. Her legs straddled his thighs, and she continued to push up and down onto her knees, torturing him. What hair she had down there was fire-engine red, and the feel of it against his shaft was only adding to his pleasure, aiding in arousing him. Every inch of him was on fire for Mercy and Dylan.
“Goddamn it, Mercy. Let me inside you.” Austin grunted, gripping her hips, staring at the sexy juncture of her thighs, and how perfect his cock looked nestled against her heat. They were perfect together. Their cores, the centers of their basic human desires, fit together beautifully.
“I need you too.” She moaned, finally shoving down on his cock and letting him break through those first barriers, stretching her wide. Her pussy was a vise around his cock, wet and wanting, squeezing the life out of him. His mind spun, unable to comprehend the pleasure he was feeling, only to be thrust into further confusion when Dylan slid up behind Mercy to push her over and slide two well-lubed fingers into her ass.
“Ah, Christ—” she cried, biting into Austin’s shoulder for stability.
Austin shushed her, soothing her taut muscles with gentle strokes, touches along her back and through her hair.
“You okay?” Dylan asked, stopping his movement. A grimace of concentration marred his rugged countenance.
“Don’t stop, please,” she begged, pushing back onto his fingers and forward onto Austin’s cock. “Please, I need to feel how full you make me.”
Mercy was impatient to have them both, but Austin knew Dylan wouldn’t rush this. She’d been without something inside her ass for a long time, and no matter how much prep they gave her, it was going to feel a bit rough at first.
By the time she had three fingers stretching her wide open, she was writhing manically on Austin’s cock, egging Dylan on and daring him to fuck her. With an animalistic grunt, Dylan lined his cock up with her pretty hole and shoved in. She sat up, throwing her head back with a feverish laugh, her hair cascading over her shoulders and face stripped down like some wild creature. “Yes!” she cried, clutching Austin’s hands where they rested on her hips. “So full.” Mercy bit her bottom lip as Dylan’s hands trailed up her abdomen to cup her breasts, squeezing the heavy weight of her flesh and pinching her nipples.
“Dylan, love, you feel me with you?” Austin asked, staring over Mercy’s abundant hair to the uninhibited ferocity in Dylan’s eyes. As Dylan stared right back at him, tipping his head forward to dig his teeth into Mercy’s shoulder, marking her, Austin sensed the connection. He saw Dylan acknowledge what he’d been feeling build between the three of them the entire night. This was important. It was lasting.
But Austin couldn’t think past his basic needs at that moment as Mercy began to writhe in earnest on his and Dylan’s cocks.
She moaned, lifting one hand behind her to burrow in Dylan’s hair, pull
ing him closer to her skin, urging him to bite her harder. “More. Both of you, more.”
They gave her more. They gave her everything. Dylan thrust balls-deep into her ass, and Austin could only imagine how tight she was back there. He couldn’t wait to take his turn with her beautiful hole. Her pussy squeezed him tight, her inner muscles pulsing, begging his cock to give her what she needed. Austin dug his heels into the bed and thrust up into her wet sheath, reveling in those tiny muscles as they sucked him in, gripping him harder and harder with each pummel.
Dylan entered her ass with a grunt in time with Austin’s retreat, giving Dylan the advantage. But he felt it each time Dylan’s cock moved against him, separated by the thinnest of layers. It was as if their cocks were rubbing up against each other, surrounded by the warmest and most joyous heat, life against life, soul against soul.
“Yes.” Dylan moaned, moving his hand down to where Mercy’s covered Austin’s on her hip, connecting the three of them in yet another way, as if they could become closer. And they could.
“Harder. Please, please,” Mercy begged, and they delivered, the well-timed movements deteriorating into pure lust, concerned with only assuaging the ache within one another.
“Do it, baby,” Austin panted, moving his free hand to her clit and then rubbing with the slightest of touches, aware of her hypersensitivity. “Give it to us.”
MERCY WANTED, NO, she needed to give it to them. She needed to give them her orgasm, not only to soothe the twisted feeling building inside her as her climax climbed higher to reach the peak, but to show them what they did to her and how marvelously well they did it. She’d never been so full, so taken care of. Yes, they were rough, but that was what she needed. If Dylan hadn’t shoved his cock inside her ass that second, she felt as though she would have disintegrated into nothingness.
They completed her, in a way that was terrifying and brilliant all at once.
Dylan’s thrusts became ragged. She felt his sweat and breath against her neck, each thrust ending with a grunt, propelling her passion to new heights. They lost themselves in one another, their hunger building to form a creature made of only yearning and desire. Harder. Faster. In. Out. Thrust. Fuck. Need. Want. They started as individuals and ended as a single entity.
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