Chapter 15: The Second Round, Redux
The aftershocks were still rippling through Christine's thighs when Joaquin's hands found her hips and rolled her onto her stomach. She made a small, wordless sound, her face pressed into the silk, her body too spent to do anything but obey. He lifted her hips, dragging her up onto her knees until her ass rose in the air, her cunt wet and open and already aching for him again.
"Look at you," Joaquin murmured, and she felt the heat of his gaze on her skin. "Still dripping. Still hungry."
She was. God, she was. She couldn't remember the last time her body had felt this raw, this open, this desperately alive. Every nerve was singing.
Zack moved beneath her, sliding onto his back and pulling her head down to nestle between his thighs. His cock was hard again, thick and waiting, and she took it into her mouth without being asked, her lips stretching around him as she sucked him deep. The taste of him, the familiar weight of him on her tongue, grounded her even as Joaquin settled behind her and guided his cock to her entrance.
"Ready, baby?" Zack asked, his voice rough.
She moaned around him in answer.
Joaquin pushed forward, and Christine gasped against Zack's shaft as his cock sank into her cunt in one slow, merciless glide. He was so thick, so deep, and she could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her to the brim. For a moment, they all held still, the three of them connected, breathing together in the shadowed room.
Then Joaquin pulled back and thrust, and the rhythm began.
It was slow at first, punishing in its steadiness. Joaquin drove into her with long, deep strokes that bottomed out inside her, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The sound was wet and obscene in the quiet room. Christine moaned around Zack's cock, her hands gripping his thighs as she worked him with her mouth, matching the tempo Joaquin set.
"Christ, that's it," Zack groaned, his fingers threading through her hair. "Take him, baby. Take all of him."
She did. She took everything. Joaquin fucked her with a measured, relentless pace that built the heat in her belly like a slow furnace. Each stroke dragged against that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her cunt clenched around him, gripping him, begging him for more.
Zack's hips lifted, and the counterpoint began. He thrust into her mouth as Joaquin thrust into her cunt, the two of them moving together in a rhythm that left her no space to think. She was just a body, a bridge of flesh stretched between two men, both of them using her for their pleasure. And she loved it. She loved every filthy second of it.
"You feel that, sweetheart?" Joaquin grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel how tight you are around me?"
She tried to answer, but Zack's cock was too deep in her throat. She just moaned, a desperate, muffled sound that vibrated around him.
The tension built and built, coiling in her belly like a spring. She was close. So close. The pressure in her cunt was unbearable, Joaquin's thick cock grinding against her g-spot with every drive. Her clit was swollen and aching, and every slap of his balls against it sent a jolt of electricity through her.
"Almost there," Zack said, reading her body like he always could. "Let go, baby. Let it happen."
But before she could, Joaquin pulled out.
Christine cried out at the sudden emptiness, the loss of his cock making her cunt clench around nothing. She tried to lift her head, to protest, but Zack guided her away from him, and then the world shifted.
Joaquin was moving, sliding up her body, his cock brushing against her lips. Zack was pulling her hips up, repositioning her, and then she felt Zack's cock at her entrance instead of Joaquin's.
"Trade you," Joaquin said, his voice low and amused.
And then Zack thrust into her from behind while Joaquin fed his cock into her mouth.
Christine moaned around Joaquin's shaft, her body quaking as the two men settled into the new rhythm. It was different with Zack inside her. His cock was slightly thicker, slightly longer, and he hit a different angle that made her toes curl. But Joaquin was in her mouth now, his hands cradling her skull as he fucked her throat with a gentler insistence, guiding her pace.
The swap had thrown her off balance. Her walls were still clenching, still milking, still desperate for something to hold onto. And now Zack was driving into her with a hunger that bordered on savage, his hands gripping her ass as he pulled her back onto his cock.
"Oh fuck," she gasped around Joaquin's shaft, the words garbled and wet.
"That's it," Joaquin breathed, his voice ragged. "Take him, sweetheart. Take us both."
The orgasm hit her without warning.
It tore through her like a wave, ripping a scream from her throat that was muffled by Joaquin's cock. Her entire body convulsed, her cunt clenching around Zack in a spasm so tight he groaned and buried himself to the hilt. Her fingers scrabbled at the sheets, her hips bucking against him as the pleasure crashed over her again and again.
She was a bridge between them, suspended in a haze of sensation, her body a vessel for their pleasure and hers and theirs. And as the last tremors of her orgasm faded, she felt the hunger stir again, deep and insatiable.
"More," she whispered when Joaquin pulled out of her mouth. "Please. Don't stop."
Joaquin laughed, a low, dark sound. "She's never satisfied."
Zack grinned up at her from behind, still buried inside her. "That's my girl."