"Ah, God." Chase's groan sounded ragged, hoarse, as she tried to swallow what she needed. She took his c**k as deep as possible, sucking and licking, pressing back into Khalid's slaps as they became harder, more heated, and still, not enough.
She moaned around the c**k filling her mouth, drew on it with a snug, damp grip and sucked as her tongue rasped the sensitive flesh beneath.
Kia forced her lashes to lift, to stare up at him. To watch as his head tilted back on his shoulders, rivulets of sweat easing along his hair-roughened chest as he held her hands to his hips.
He was f**king her lips in short, heavy stokes, moving over them slowly, letting her take as much as she could before he eased back. Never too much. Never too hard.
Behind her, Khalid was making her crazy. Her h*ps writhed as he added to the sharp slaps against her ass by reaching between her thighs and tapping heatedly against the overly sensitive flesh of her pu**y.
He kept each forceful caress at the edge of pleasure and pain. Never enough in each direction. Teasing her, making her reach for more, beg for it as she cried around Chase's erection.
"So pretty, Kia," Chase whispered, his head lifting to stare back at her as she felt Khalid's slick fingers running between the cleft of her rear. Heavily lubricated, they tucked against the little hole there, pressing as he patted and slapped her gently with the opposite hand.
A heavy caress on one cheek, and one finger slipped into the tiny entrance he caressed. A slap to the other cheek, and another finger slipped into her. Moved. Stroked. Within seconds he was parting her gently, little scissoring motions of his fingers that had her begging silently, staring up at Chase as he filled her mouth with his cock.
She needed. She needed to be f**ked. Taken. So hard.
"Fuck her, Khalid," Chase whispered.
Khalid paused. "Like this?" His fingers slid deeper inside her.
Chase shook his head. "Fuck her. I want her there." He stared down at Kia. "Trust me?"
With everything she was, everything inside her.
His jaw clenched for long seconds. "No condom," he whispered. "I want to take you there, bare, Kia. I'm dying for you. Just bare."
Khalid seemed to still behind her. A second later, his fingers slid free of her as Chase eased his c**k from her lips.
She was dazed. She watched Chase as he straightened her until he could cup her face, lay his lips against hers.
"I'm protected," she whispered. "You can take me. Come inside me. However you want."
His eyes closed. Clenched.
"Just like this." He kissed her, pulled at her lower lip, stroked his tongue over it. "Like this, Kia."
He turned her to Khalid.
Gentle black eyes stared back at her as she straddled his hips. Her breath caught as she felt the first touch of his sheathed c**k against her.
Khalid brought her head down as Chase moved behind her, until his lips were against her ear.
"Close your eyes," he said tenderly.
Her eyes closed as he slid deeper inside her, his h*ps working his c**k into her.
"He has never, in all the years I have known him, taken a lover in such a way. With no covering. With no distance." Khalid's voice was so soft she could barely hear the words.
"Kia." Chase touched her rear, spread her cheeks, and watched as Khalid finally lodged inside her to the hilt.
"He sees me inside you." He kissed her ear with the utmost gentleness. "Ah, sweet one. There will be few times he will allow me this pleasure."
She clenched around his c**k as she felt the hard crest of Chase's erection tucking against her rear opening.
"Hold on to me, little one."
Her hands were pressed against his shoulders. Her nails curled against them at his order.
She whimpered at the feel of the hot, iron-hard flesh moving against her.
"His face is twisted in ecstasy," Khalid spoke against her ear. "Tight. Savage. He will lose control once he buries inside you."
She shivered, shuddered as she heard Chase groan behind her.
"I will enjoy being gripped by your hottest flesh this one time." He kissed her cheek. "I fear, never again."
"Chase!" She cried out his name as the head of his c**k sank within her, passing the taut, tight ring of tissue, flaring it open as he snarled her name.
"Kia, little one. Easy." Khalid's hands tightened on her h*ps as he bucked beneath her. "Chase. She's too snug for this," he groaned.
"No. No." Her nails dug into his shoulders. "Don't stop. Please. Please don't stop."
Chase was bare, hot. She could feel every ridge of his cock, every throb of blood through the heavy veins as he worked the thick flesh inside her.
"Kia. God, how does he bear this pleasure?" Khalid was panting beneath her. "So sweet. So sweet."
She clenched, milked the c**k she held captive as Chase burrowed deeper into her ass, taking her, sliding inside her, slowly, easily. Until she held every hard inch. Bare. So hot. So wicked.
Hard hands clenched on her hips, her waist.
She felt sweat drip on her back.
"Kia. You must tell me," Khalid panted. "If it's too rough. You must tell me."
She could feel the tension in the air, tight in their bodies.
"Ah God." Chase seemed to shudder behind her.
"Chase!" Khalid's voice was like a whip. Equal parts tormented pleasure and concern.
"Shut up," she cried.
She moved, feeling them both groan, hearing it. Their cocks moved inside her, shifted, throbbed.
She could feel herself incinerating. So close to release. So close to losing that last edge of desperation.
"Chase." Her back bowed as Khalid's hands slid up her waist, cupped her br**sts. "Fuck me. Take me, damn you. Give me this at least."
At least the pleasure.
She felt him move, cover her, his forehead pressing into her neck when he finally snarled her name. And he moved.
As though the fragile threat of control that held them back had snapped, Khalid and Chase erupted with savage, male sounds of hunger.
They began to move, thrusting, stroking. It wasn't easy. She didn't want easy. It was hard and deep. They plunged inside her, cocks pumping, thrusting in synchronous rhythm. The slap of flesh, wild moans, hers or theirs, she didn't know which.
She knew the pleasure was too much. She knew she was dying, burning alive and begging for more. Harder. Faster. Anything to burn through the tight knot of torturous need ripping through her.