Sugar Daddies (27 page)

I was a bag of nerves as I took hold of his tie and pulled his face to mine. He moved slowly, his breath on my lips for long seconds before they made contact.

“You don’t have to…” he whispered. “You don’t owe me anything, Katie…”

“I know,” I said, and kissed him.

I may have made first contact, but Carl led from the front. He kissed me deep, his body angling towards mine, pinning me back against the sofa, his fingers at the hem of my stupid top.

He groaned against my lips, pulling away only to clear a path for my t-shirt as he yanked it up and over my head. He tossed it to the side and I took his hands in mine, put them on my tits. “Touch me. Please, Carl, touch me…”

He squeezed me, pushed his thumbs inside my bra to rub at my nipples, and it tingled, made them hard. I squirmed in my jeans, hitching a leg to stretch the denim tight against my pussy, and his hand went there.

“Horny girl,” he growled. “Are you still sore? Does your pussy still remember how hard we fucked you?”

I nodded.

He ground his palm against my mound, and the denim was so stiff against my clit.

“We’ll take it in turns tonight,” he said. “Over and over.”

His knuckles rubbed the seam at my crotch and made me squirm, and he lowered his head to suck my tit into his mouth, taking as much as he could fit. I loved the noises, the slurp of his mouth and his soft grunts, the rub of his hand between my legs.

My eyes met Rick’s as he appeared back in the doorway, and he smirked at me, his fingers at his shirt buttons. “Nice,” he said. “I’m gonna leave you two alone more often if this is the shit I come back to.”

He ditched his shirt at the side of the sofa and knelt up alongside me, his eyes on Carl’s
mouth as he slurped at my tit. Rick took my knee and tugged my legs wider apart, and he brushed Carl’s hand away, pulling down my zipper and squirming his way inside my jeans. He found my clit and pressed hard, circling it in long slow motions.

He lowered his face to Carl’s. “Share,” he said, and he poked his tongue out, hunting after the same nipple.

Share
. Fuck, how I wanted them to share.

Carl plopped my nipple from his mouth and guided it to Rick, and Rick sucked where he’d been, sucked hard. I groaned and pulled my bra down fully, arched my back, loved the sight of Rick sucking me, and Carl’s open mouth as he latched onto my other nipple. I placed my hands to the backs of their heads and pulled them into me. Closed my eyes to it as they sucked hard. They bit. They nibbled. And I moaned like a bitch and held them there, pressed them into me until they pulled away, gasping for breath, mouths wet, eyes drooling.

I couldn’t speak, breaths too heavy, nostrils flaring. My hands went to my tits, squeezed them, loving the wetness two hungry mouths had left on my skin. “Oh God,” was all I managed, my ass squirming of its own accord.

Between them they pulled down my jeans, yanking them down my thighs and pulling them off over my feet, and there was only the wet cotton of my knickers hiding my pussy from them.

Two sets of fingers rubbed at me, two thumbs aiming for my throbbing clit.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Make me come… I need to come…”

I was still aching inside, a dull pain as my clit fluttered and my muscles clenched, but I wanted them. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be fucked hard enough that I’d feel them all the way through tomorrow.

Carl dropped from the sofa, and the warmth of his mouth pressed wet and breathy to the inside of my thigh. He scraped his teeth and kissed his way up my skin, nudging my clit with his nose as he breathed in my scent, and fuck I pushed into him. He took the fabric of my knickers between his teeth and he sucked, tasting, and I pushed some more, writhing against him. Then he moved the fabric aside and his fingers spread me, his tongue hunting out the throbbing little nub of my clit, and I moaned for him, heard myself saying his name over and over as his fingers searched inside me.

Rick shifted at my side, pulled my hands from my tits, and his smile was so beautiful, just for a few seconds before he lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked me in. Sucked my tit all the way into his mouth – at least that’s what it felt like.

Carl’s tongue darted and lapped at my clit as Rick’s tongue bar flicked at my nipple. His fingers grabbed at my other tit, and pinched and rolled and squeezed and it was fucking heaven.

I took Carl’s hair in one hand, Rick’s in the other, held them in position.

“More,” I said. “Suck… suck me…”

I bucked my hips against Carl’s mouth, and his tongue squirmed and teased. His fingers scissored the tender flesh around my clit, gripping me for his tongue, and he worked me hard, his tongue quickening into tight little circles right where I needed them.

“Fuck, I really need to come now…” I moaned. “Please…”

Carl sucked. He sucked hard. He sucked on my clit until I arched my back and curled my toes. He sucked until I lost my mind and hissed out words
that made no sense. He sucked until my grip on his hair loosened, and my breath was deep and fast and evening out.

And then Carl became consumed. He pushed Rick aside and took hold of my shoulders, forced me down onto my back and tugged my knickers off. My hands were reaching for him, hot for the sight of his naked body, the feel of his skin, but he seemed too urgent for that. He loosened his belt and pulled out his cock, thick and dark and heavy as he thumped it against my thigh. He pressed it to my fluttery mound, and Rick raised my head so I could stare at it, the way its length rose to my belly button when his balls pressed to my slit.

Carl ground against me. “Deep,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you deep.”

I nodded, and held my knees to my chest.

Rick laughed, and his voice was thick and horny.

“Open her up,” he said. “Fuck her so deep you’re in her fucking womb, Carl.”

The thought made my clit hiss.

I wanted him in that fucking deep. I wanted him all the fucking way.

Rick moved behind me and lifted my head into his lap, and I could feel the swell of him. He leaned forward and loosened Carl’s tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and I watched Rick’s hands run up Carl’s chest, loving the hunger in his fingers.

I stared up at the two hot guys above me and I wanted to see them together.

“Kiss,” I whispered. “I want to watch you.”

Rick took Carl’s face in his hands and flicked his tongue over Carl’s lips. I saw the glint of his
piercing before Carl sucked it into his mouth and they kissed hot and heavy and wet. It was delicious. It was beautiful. It set me on fucking fire.

Rick groaned against Carl’s open mouth, and his fingers dropped to his own belt. He fumbled in his jeans and I felt his cock against my cheek, slapping gently as Rick worked himself. “Fuck her,” he groaned in Carl’s face, and it was only just audible. “Fill that gorgeous little cunt, fill her up.”

And Carl did. His cock pushed inside, and he was a battering ram of hard fucking meat, stretching me as I squirmed. It stung a little as my tender pussy took him in, enough to hitch my breath, and then it ached. Oh it fucking ached. But I wanted it, needed it, craved it. “Fuck me,” I said.

I cried out as he pushed deep, but I didn’t move. My knees were still tight to my chest, my pussy unguarded and willing… and his. My pussy was
his
.

The boys kept kissing, and Rick was working his dick, and Carl was so fucking deep inside me. Rick guided the head of his dick to my lips and I opened wide. He pushed himself inside my cheek, stretching my lips as I tried my best to suck him, his Prince Albert clipping my teeth as he went.. He took my knees and yanked them
towards him, and my weight shifted onto my shoulders, my ass hitching up and into the air.

Carl shifted, too, and he was deeper in this position, I felt him thump against something tender inside me, as far as he could go. And the feeling was surreal. Beautifully surreal.

“Let’s fill her,” Rick hissed. “Fill that pretty little cunt full of us.”

Carl nodded. He nodded and kissed Rick’s lips, full and hard, then he smiled and pinched Rick’s cheeks, sucked on his bottom lip.

And then his attention was on me. He dropped on top of me, his weight bearing down, and his eyes were fierce, hungry for mine as I sucked and slavered and licked at Rick’s shaft.

Carl fucked me, and stretched me, and it ached all the way inside.

“Take her,” Rick said. “She wants it. She fucking wants it all.”

I did want it all. Whatever that even meant.

Carl slammed me, his hips thrusting hard, his skin slapping against mine, each thrust sending waves of horny pleasure through me. It felt like he was right inside my fucking belly, and I loved it, couldn’t get enough of it.

“Yes,” I groaned but it came out so muffled against Rick’s cock. “More. Fuck me.”

Carl growled in my ear. “I’m so fucking deep. I’m all the way inside your hungry little cunt.” I nodded as Rick slapped his dick across my open lips, and Carl thrust hard. I felt his cock reach a dead end, and it ached, oh fuck it ached so fucking beautifully. “This is what I need,” he groaned. “
This
.” His voice was ragged, strained with his thrusting. “Need to fill your cunt, need to come inside.”

My belly lurched and tickled, and I nodded, let out a gasp.

The ache was building, my pussy clenching and tightening and driving me insane.

“Fuck me hard,” I moaned. “I want you to come, I want to feel you come…”

“Good girl,” Carl growled.

And I was away, delirious, rambling. “I want your cum inside me at work tomorrow, I want to feel you, I want to know you’ve been there…”

“Fuck,” Rick said, and his hand was slapping away at his dick, his balls bouncing against my cheek.

“…I want to be full of you, both of you… I want to be dripping… I want to be all filled up…”

I didn’t know what I was saying, didn’t know why I wanted it so fucking badly. Didn’t know why I wanted Carl’s cum dripping from my pussy all the way through tomorrow.

And Rick’s, I wanted Rick’s, too.

But it was Carl that was grunting and heaving and slamming into my cervix. It was Carl who was
on the edge, fucking me hard and fast while I whimpered and squirmed.

It was Carl who rammed all the way inside and groaned as he came, his eyes closed and his abs tense and tight, his whole body tight as his thick cock spasmed inside me.

“Yes…” Rick said, and his hand was working fast. “My turn next, my turn…”

Carl pulled out slowly, but held me in position, shifting to the side to let Rick take his place.

Rick slammed inside in one thrust, and he fucked fast, his hips a fucking piston, his thumb on my clit, and all I could do was shudder and gasp beneath him as he pumped me.

He was already half gone, his eyes glazed and needy. Carl put a hand around his throat, and Rick liked that. I liked it too. The horn just grew horns. Carl squeezed Rick’s throat.
Fuck
.

“Gonna come,” Rick’s voice was raspy and strained. “Oh, Jesus…”

His thumb sent me over the edge as he lost control, and I cried out loud as he unloaded inside me. A shuddery climax ripped through my body, made me throw my head back against the leather, gripping at the armrest and thrusting back at him until he was spent.

Until
we
were spent.

I smiled as I caught my breath.
“That was fucking amazing… my fucking God.”

Rick pulled out and gave my clit a final flick, and he was grinning.

“Our pleasure.”

He kissed Carl on the lips, and leaned in to kiss me next, and I pulled him close, wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I squeezed him and breathed him in, and held him until he dropped to my side on the sofa.

And then I was reaching for Carl, too. I wanted to hold them both.

But Carl didn’t want to be held.

A thump against my clit made me moan, tender. He was hard again, and his eyes were fierce again, desperate again.

Oh shit. My poor aching pussy.

“Round fucking two,” he said.