She couldn’t move.
Leilani lay sprawled on the armchair, chest heaving, hair clinging to her cheeks, her body still shuddering from the orgasm Tasha had just ripped out of her. Her thighs were wet, aching. Her cunt was quivering, still twitching around nothing.
She’d lost count of how many times she’d come that night, maybe four she thought hazily.
She blinked up at the ceiling, dazed and buzzing, and turned her head, just in time to see Marcus pulling out of Makoa’s mouth and groaning as he climaxed.
Thick ropes of cum painted her husband’s flushed, open-mouthed face. His lips were parted, his eyes eager, and he didn’t flinch. He moaned. Let it drip down his chin, onto his chest. His cock was twitching, still leaking.
Leilani should’ve felt something. Jealousy, maybe. Disbelief. But all she felt was a pulsing echo in her cunt. It was hot. Her husband, on his knees, covered in another man’s cum.
A shadow moved above her. Tasha.
“My turn,” she said, licking her lips. She took Leilani by the wrist, there was no room for question. She pulled her down to the floor like a lover and a conqueror, and Leilani followed without resistance, legs shaky, cunt aching, every muscle humming from the last orgasm.
She barely had time to brace herself when Tasha climbed over her. She stared up at the silhouette framed by dim light: Tasha’s thick, powerful thighs braced on either side of her face, hips hovering just above her lips, pussy glistening and dripping. The scent hit her first, sweat and pussy. It was sharp and sweet, heady, and overwhelming. Leilani gasped, but the sound was lost the moment Tasha lowered herself.
The weight of her hips settled over Leilani’s mouth with a deliberate slowness, just enough pressure to press her down into the rug. Leilani moaned into her immediately, tongue slipping out to meet the wet heat, lips parting instinctively as Tasha’s folds pressed over her mouth.
“Fuck, yes!” Tasha gasped, already trembling. “You’re so good at this.”
Her thighs settled more firmly around Leilani’s face. Her weight pressed down, muffling everything, air, sound, thought. Leilani’s world became Tasha.
Tasha began to roll her hips and Leilani whimpered into her, the sound buried under flesh. She loved the pressure. The smothering. Her hands slid up along Tasha’s thighs, fingers sinking into soft skin, pulling her closer, deeper, grinding her face up into that slick centre.
Tasha moaned and grabbed Leilani’s hair with one hand, steadying herself with the other as her cunt rode slow, lazy circles against her tongue.
“God, yes! Right there,” she breathed.
Leilani couldn’t answer. Her jaw was already aching. Her tongue worked in slow, steady licks, tracing the shape of Tasha’s clit, dipping lower, tasting every drop. Her nose was pressed deep into her, her breathing reduced to short, wet gasps when Tasha shifted or rolled a little too hard.
She didn’t care.
Every sound outside of her mouth was gone. All she could hear was the thump of her heartbeat and the slick, obscene rhythm of Tasha’s cunt riding her face. The slick mess of her coated Leilani’s chin, soaked her lips, smeared across her cheeks like warpaint. Every time Tasha shifted, her clit dragged over Leilani’s tongue, and she moaned, deep, desperate.
Tasha was riding her too hard now. Her weight pressed down heavier, thighs flexing, pinning Leilani in place as she fucked her face with wild, messy intent. Each breath was tight, shallow, stolen from the edges of slick skin.
Sound was barely sound anymore. Just the heavy thump of Tasha’s thighs against her ears. The squelch of her cunt grinding against Leilani’s open mouth. The low, broken moans that Tasha couldn’t control.
Leilani’s own cunt was throbbing again.
She licked harder, faster, flattening her tongue and dragging it up and down as best she could. Her lips sealed around Tasha’s clit and sucked gently. Her jaw ached, her lungs burned, but she didn’t care. She moaned into Tasha’s cunt, the vibration making the woman above her shudder and grind harder.
She whimpered.
Tasha heard it, and moaned again. Faintly Leilani heard her speaking. “That’s it, stay there, don’t stop until I come.”
Leilani’s lungs screamed for air. Her whole body was tingling, overwhelmed, lost in the helpless, filthy pleasure of being used.
She licked. Sucked. Flicked
Let Tasha ride her face in slow, grinding waves of need.
The muffled sound of her moans grew sharper. Her body trembled above Leilani. Her thighs clenched tight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!”
She fucked her mouth like it was a toy, grinding harder, riding rougher, her voice ragged now, each word strained and cracking.
“Right there, yes, fuck!”
Leilani licked upward, and sucked vigorously on the swollen, soaked bundle of nerves. Tasha screamed, hips jerking, thighs trembling. Her hand fisted in Leilani’s hair, holding her there, smothering her completely.
Leilani couldn’t breathe. Not properly. But it didn’t matter. Her world had narrowed to one purpose. Tasha’s moans turned to sobs of pleasure. Her thighs squeezed tight. Tasha was right on the edge.
Her thighs were quivering now, muscles clenching around Leilani’s face as her hips bucked faster, less rhythm now, more instinct. Desperate. Hips jerking with every flick of Leilani’s tongue.
Smothered in sweat, slick, and scent. Her face was buried in Tasha’s cunt, tongue sliding and pressing, lips locked around her clit. Her lungs burned, every breath muffled, each gasp a struggle beneath that gorgeous, writhing body.
Tasha’s grip in her hair tightened.
Her moans pitched higher.
And then she screamed.
Her whole body snapped taut, thighs clamped tighter than ever around Leilani’s head as her orgasm tore through her like a storm. Her cunt gushed, squirting hot and sudden across Leilani’s mouth, chin, cheeks.
Leilani moaned beneath her, drowning in it, soaked, splattered, unable to breathe but unwilling to stop. Her tongue kept moving, lapping at every drop, swallowing the flood even as more spilled down her neck, pooling between her breasts.
Tasha sobbed, grinding helplessly through the orgasm, her voice gone ragged.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, ohhh god!”
She rode Leilani’s face through every wave, every gush, hips twitching, soaking her completely. Her thighs trembled, then finally collapsed, and she sagged forward, spent, panting, grinning.
Leilani lay flat beneath her, chest heaving, eyes dazed, face dripping, sucking in air desperately.
Tasha slid off her, falling beside her in a wet heap.
Leilani’s body trembled as she let her head fall sideways to Tasha’s chest, listening to the thunder of her heartbeat slowly settle into something steady again.
Tasha wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple.
“Goddamn,” she whispered, voice raspy with exhaustion and aftershock. “You are something else.”
Leilani just moaned. She didn’t have the words. Her jaw ached, her cunt was sore, and she was soaked from her forehead to her thighs in Tasha’s release, but she’d never felt more blissed out in her life.
Tasha stroked her back lazily, nails light against sweaty skin. “That’s my good girl.”
They lay like that in silence, breathing in sync, the flickering candlelight soft against their skin.
Footsteps approached.
The heavy tread of two men. Marcus and Makoa. They said nothing at first, just stood there, taking in the scene. Tasha naked and glowing, one arm curled around a dripping, ruined Leilani. Both of them tangled together in the middle of the rug, bodies shimmering with sweat and slick and something harder to name.
Marcus let out a low breath.
“Fucking hell,” he said. “You two nearly blew the roof off.”
Tasha smirked. “You’re one to talk. I think I saw God when you came on Makoa’s face.”
Makoa let out a soft, broken laugh and eased himself down onto the floor beside Leilani, grunting slightly as he settled cross-legged.
“My arse might never forgive me,” he muttered. “But I regret nothing.”
Leilani turned to him, her smile lazy. “You looked really good like that.”
He smirked. “You weren’t looking so bad yourself.”
Marcus sat last, sprawled against the sofa, arms behind his head, a proud grin on his face. “Anyone else feel like we can’t make this a one time thing.”
Tasha chuckled and pulled Leilani tighter against her chest. “We certainly learned some things tonight.”
Tasha exhaled, content.
The four of them lay tangled together on the living room rug, surrounded by empty glasses, damp towels, and the heavy scent of sex that clung to the air like incense.
Tasha was curled up with her head on Marcus’s chest, her leg thrown lazily over Leilani’s thigh. Marcus lay on his back, one arm around his wife, the other resting on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling, chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.
Makoa’s arse ached.
Not just a dull throb. No, this was a satisfying ache, deep, well-earned, and hot enough that every little shift reminded him exactly how big Marcus had been.
And when he glanced over at Leilani, he saw the same glow in her eyes. Her legs still trembled every now and then. Her inner thighs were smeared with dried cum, and her hair was a mess, but she looked blissful.
She caught him looking and gave a lazy smile.
“I’m glad you had such fun,” she whispered.
“I can’t believe it,” he whispered back. “I think my arse is permanently reshaped.”
Tasha stretched, humming contentedly. “It was all a bit unexpected” she said, trailing a finger along his chest. “But I’ve got a plan for next time.”
Leilani lifted her head. “Oh yeah?”
Tasha smirked. “Well, I just think it’s only fair. Marcus got to do all the fucking.”
Marcus turned to her, one brow raised.
Tasha leaned in close. “Next time, you get fucked.”
There was a beat of silence.
Makoa blinked. Leilani’s mouth dropped open.
Marcus just shrugged. Before tonight he wouldn’t have considered it. Despite Tasha’s enjoyment of pegging it had never been his thing. He had always left her to do it with other men. But now? Well he felt a bit different.
“Sure,” he said. “Why not?”
Tasha let out a delighted squeal and kissed him hard. Leilani burst out laughing.
Makoa covered his face with one hand. “I’ll need a week off work first.”
