Pucking Around: Chapter 49

The tentacle dildo vibrates in my hand as the top moves in a swirling motion. I lower my gaze to Rachel. “Do you have a favorite setting?”

She looks like a depraved queen of heartbreak, lying spread-eagle on the bed for us, the shine of her first orgasm still glowing in her eyes. She blows a puff of air to move the tendrils of her dark hair off her forehead. “Number three,” she admits, giving me a knowing smile.

“At the airport she told me she’d never used it,” I explain to Jake. “But later that night, as she climbed our balconies like a lemur, she told me she lied.” I glance back at her. “So, what’s gonna happen when I press the button two more times? What sound does it make?”

She purses her lips, holding my gaze. I know I’m being an ass, but I don’t care. I want her to tell me everything she likes about this toy. “It’s a high buzz,” she replies. “And the tip doesn’t swirl, it sorta goes back and forth.”

“There she is,” I murmur with a smile. I press the button twice more and, true to her description, the tentacle is now buzzing on high, and the tip has gone from hula-hooping to zigzagging.

“Oh shit,” Jake mutters, his eyes on the toy.

“Wanna do the honors?” I say, holding it out.

He rolls up to his hands and knees and takes the toy from me. “You ready, baby girl?”

She lets out a short breath and nods.

Jake holds the tentacle at the base and brings it to her pussy, letting it buzz and vibrate against her lips and clit.

She shivers, biting back a whimper of anticipation. Watching them together has me so damn hard. Jake notches the tip at her entrance and slides it in. “Breathe out and relax, baby.” He holds the toy still, letting her get used to it before he presses it in deeper. Four inches are inside her pussy, with plenty more to go.

“Stretch her out nice and slow,” I warn him. “Ease into it, Hurricane. If you’re a good girl, and you take the toy, you can have both our cocks at once.”

“Oh, god,” she whimpers.

“Would you like that? Do you wanna feel me and Jake fucking this sweet pussy at the same time? Want us buried in you together?”

“Yes,” she says on a hiss, her back arching.

“You’ll strangle us so beautifully, Hurricane. You were made to take us. You’re ours.”

“Yours,” she pants, breathing through the sensation as Jake presses the toy in deeper.

“You’ll sit on my cock, Hurricane. All the way to the hilt. Then we’ll let Jake be the one to stretch you out. He’ll push his way in, his cock fucking us both at once.”

“Fucking hell, Cay,” Jake mutters. I can tell he’s turned all the way on.

“Oh—yes—” she pants, throwing both her arms up over her head, which puts her full breasts on display, nipples peaked.

I can’t help it. I have to taste. I crawl up alongside her, lifting up on my elbow as I close my mouth around her nipple, sucking and biting as I feel her moving with the toy that Jake is pressing in deeper.

“Oh,” she cries, her voice a mewling broken sound that makes me feel wild. She digs one hand in my hair, holding me to her breast as she moves her hips with the toy, chasing her own pleasure.

All my senses are firing. She makes me feel alive. Fuck, she makes me feel loved. I drop my hand between her legs, working her clit as Jake moves the toy, angling it inside her until she’s practically levitating.

“Oh—oh—god—”

“Come for us, baby. Fucking shatter,” he orders, twisting the toy. “You’re taking this toy so well. Ride it like you’ll ride our cocks.”

She shouts out her release and we watch her whole body jerk with her second orgasm. It’s so much stronger than the first. She’s curling over the toy, bearing down on it as Jake holds it steady.

“Yes—yes,” she pants through clenched teeth, the orgasm still tearing through her. “Ahh—” She falls back, squirming to get off the toy.

Jake pulls it out and tosses it to me, his mouth dropping down to lap at her release. He’s loving in his touch, his hands bracing tenderly against her thighs. She relaxes completely, her body going limp on the bed.

He rolls to his side and stretches out alongside her. Cupping her face, he kisses her. She sighs, her hand fluttering as she reaches for him. They’re like works of art. And they’re mine.

I click off the toy and toss it to the side, snatching up the lube. We need to move quick while her body is relaxed. “Help me, Jake. Shift her over.” I flop down on the bed next to her and snatch up all the pillows, making a sort of back rest for myself. “Come on, Hurricane. Grand finale.”

She rolls over, totally blissed out from her orgasms. She’s so loopy, she doesn’t even connect with my command. She just pops up on her elbows and takes my cock into her mouth. Fuck, she’s such a good girl. I’ve never had a more eager sexual partner. I’m biting my tongue to stop from slipping into degradation play. The things I want to say to her, the way I want to watch her squirm. I know she’ll be into it, but that’s not our vibe tonight.

I let her tease my tip until I’m hard and aching. “Come on, be a good girl. Get on my cock and face Jake.” I help her sit up and turn her until she’s straddling me reverse-cowgirl.

Jake shifts down the bed and gets on his knees between my spread legs.

“Help her,” I direct. “Guide her down.”

She’s recovering quick, her senses sharpening by the second. She takes over as Jake helps her arch forward.

“You need to be able to spread her legs,” I say. “Like she’s sitting in a chair. You won’t get the right angle otherwise.”

He nods, helping her unpretzel her legs. Then he’s holding her weight as she notches herself on the tip of my cock.

“There—right there,” I mutter. I take a deep breath, readying myself for the sensation of her taking me to the hilt.

Holy god.

Nothing prepares you for that first slide home. Fucking magic every time. I take another deep breath, supporting her weight against my chest as she whimpers, wanting to move her hips. Her perfect ass is smashed against my groin. I’m buried all the way inside her.

“Caleb,” she whimpers, bracing the bed with her palms. “You feel so good, baby. Love you inside me.”

I smile, heat blooming in my chest. “Spread your legs open, Hurricane. Let Jake see us like this. Let him see how well you take me.”

Her legs fall open as I hold her steady.

“Fucking hell,” Jake mutters. “Guys, I’ve never done this,” he admits, his gaze darting to me.

“Do you want to?” I ask, heart in my throat. Please let him say yes. I want him. Need to feel him.

He raises a dark brow and laughs. “You kidding? Look at me,” he says, gesturing to his hard dick. “I’m about to lose it right fucking now.”

Rachel whimpers, reaching out for him. “Jake, we need you.”

“Go slow,” I caution. “She’s stretched out from the toy. But if this hurts you, Hurricane, or you wanna stop, we stop,” I add, kissing her shoulder. “No questions asked, okay?”

She nods. “Do it, Jake. Please, baby. I want to feel you both inside me.”

Jake leans forward on his knees, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. Then he’s shifting closer.

“Lean back, Hurricane,” I murmur. “Give him a better angle.”

She trust falls against my chest.

My cock is desperate for that first squeeze of Jake pushing his way in. “Take your time,” I say. “Work the tip in, just like anal.”

He lets out a slow breath as he inches closer, his cock in hand. “You ready, baby girl?”

She nods, her body elastic in my arms. “Mhmm.”

We both tense as we feel him prodding at her entrance. His knuckles brush against my cock as he feels her out with his tip, looking for space to press in.

“Relax, Hurricane,” I soothe. “Deep breaths. Let him in.”

She lets out a shaky breath, moaning as he prods again. “Oh—Jake, there—”

I’m gonna die. I can feel him. His tip is pushing in, gliding against my slick cock.

“Oh—oh,” she whines. “Oh god, yes—”

Jake is holding his breath, working his hips to get his tip in further. “Fuck—Cay, you okay?”

“So fucking good,” I mutter, dropping my head back.

“You’re so tight, baby girl. God, you both feel so amazing. I’m gonna lose it.”

“Move your hips,” I say. “Fuck us both. Take control.”

He shifts forward, his angle changing as he dips down with his hips. He slides another inch inside along my shaft and I’m ready to come. When he starts moving his hips in earnest, my soul just leaves the whole fucking building.

“Holy fuck. Cay, I feel you your ribbed dick,” he groans. “Oh my god. Nobody fucking move.” He doubles down, grabbing her by the hips as he thrusts in. We’re falling apart at the seams as he barks out, “Come. Both of you come. Now.”

My good boy wants to dom me? I’m so fucking here for it. I cry out my release as Rachel does the same between us. We flood her cunt with our cum. The pressure of her orgasm on our cocks has me seeing stars. I lose all sense of control as the three of us spiral through the cosmos, our bodies taking control as we just ride the wave of a three-way release. It’s a magic unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I don’t know how long we lie there before Jake is pulling out. His body is boneless as he fumbles his way over my leg and crawls up the bed to flop down at my side. I shift slightly, rolling towards him to let Rachel slide off me. She flops to the bed between us, halfway on Jake. I scoot over, giving her more room, but then her hand is reaching blindly for me, pulling me closer. I curl up next to her, her body tucked against me. She weaves our fingers together and pulls my arm around her, holding it between her breasts. Then she tangles her legs in with Jake’s.

“God,” he puffs, totally breathless. He flops his arm over both of us, giving an exhausted groan. “That was the best sex of my fucking life. Go team.” He slaps my ass, then hers.

Rachel is coherent enough to snort. “Next time it better be one of you with the tentacle,” she warns.

And now I’m picturing Jake on all fours, Rachel lubing up his ass so I can slide the wiggling dildo up inside him. Shit, I can’t get hard again. I’m totally spent. We’re too exhausted.

Maybe when we get home…

Next to me, Rachel lets out a soft little sound of contentment. “I love you guys,” she murmurs, lifting our joined hands to kiss my knuckle.

Jake rolls on his side towards us, his hand slipping under the covers to stretch over us both. His calloused fingertips brush the bare skin of my hip, lighting a fire that spreads. “Love you,” he replies.

And just like that, I can’t breathe. I don’t know if he meant it just for her, or if love for me is also implied, but I’ll fucking take it.