“Good girl,” Anderson whispered in my ear. “That’s it, good girl.”
I nodded, reassured a little, and sucked harder. Robbie’s groan rewarded my effort and I started to relax. My heart still beat hard and my thighs still trembled but my rhythm, encouraged by both men, grew faster and smoother.
Robbie wasn’t circumcised like Anderson, and I made a mental point to ask him why, but when I felt Anderson’s hand slip through the waistband of my bed shorts and he pulled them down past my backside, all coherent thoughts left me and only sexual, needy ones remained.
He slid a hand between my thighs and moaned when he discovered just how wet for him I was. Shame flooded my cheeks but when he ran his finger over my clit, the shame turned to pleasure and I moaned, pushing myself onto his fingers.
His low moan of approval as he pushed two fingers straight inside me made me push back harder, demanding more and more.
Robbie grunted something I didn’t understand at the same time as his hands grabbed at my hair and he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock further down my throat and making me gag.
Tears flooded my eyes and Anderson growled at Robbie, shaking his head angrily. “Not her!”
For a moment I was baffled by what he meant but Robbie simply nodded and slowed down his aggressive strokes, returning to slow slides in and out.
Anderson’s finger fucking grew more frenzied the more I squirmed and rode his hand, fighting for the orgasm I was pleading for. I was so turned on that the slightest flick of his thumb across my clit sent me spiralling into the ecstasy that overtook every muscle in my body.
Abruptly, Robbie pulled out of my mouth when my orgasm tore through me, locking Anderson’s fingers inside me.
Before I had the chance to come down, Anderson lowered me onto my back on the floor. His eyes seized mine and the raw longing that stared back at me made me gasp. His gaze held a question, one he didn’t need to voice, and answering him, I nodded.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he parted my legs with his knee and moved inside me with a single, smooth stroke. My back arched as pleasure filled every fragment of me, the thickness of his cock hitting every nerve ending inside me and making me suck in a sharp breath.
His jaw was so rigid that for a moment he appeared furious, but blinking, he drew breath and relaxed against me.
“You ready?” he whispered, his voice as tight as his jaw.
I frowned. “For?”
A wicked smile tilted his lips and his eyes twinkled with a knowing hint of amusement. “For this.”
Kneeling back, he pulled me with him until I was straddled on his lap, my chest to his and my legs either side of him. Then, I stared in wonder when Robbie positioned himself behind Anderson, each of his legs flanking the outside of Anderson’s thighs, and taking my draping legs, he curled them around the side of him.
Anderson’s rigid jaw trembled and a fierce groan ripped from him when Robbie pulled him back, right onto his cock.
My chest pressed to Anderson’s chest, and Anderson’s back pressed to Robbie’s chest.
And then we started to fuck.
I moved up and down on Anderson, in sync with each one of Robbie’s thrusts upwards. It took a while but when we gained rhythm, we gained momentum, building higher and higher until all I felt was immense pleasure, both from Anderson’s cock and the look of sheer rapture on his face as Robbie fucked him.
He kissed me hard, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down until he drew blood. The taste of copper exploded on my tongue as Anderson kissed me harder, his rough groans and growls swallowed by my own.
Robbie pushed harder, lifting Anderson up and down and forcing him inside me even deeper. My fingers clawed at Anderson’s shoulders as bliss and overwhelming need controlled my violent drives on him. Robbie watched our tongues twisting and fighting, the desire in his eyes also driving my hunger into a zone I was struggling to cope with.
“I need to come!”
I’d never been vocal during sex but Anderson appeared approving, a smug smirk making me angry.
“Please,” I begged, dropping harder onto his cock as it scraped over my G-Spot and drove me insane.
“Make me come hard,” he ordered. “Come on, Kloe. Fuck me hard with that tight little cunt. Force me deeper, harder.”
Anger burst and I fucked him like he ordered, violently and furiously, until a severe growl tore from him and his warmth filled me up. Pushing his hand between us, he pinched my clit hard and forced me over with him. Robbie grunted angrily and came with us, thrusting inside Anderson aggressively and with a fierce snarl.
I couldn’t breathe, my lungs struggling to cope with the surge of my frantic panting as I tried to refill them too quickly, and I dropped my head to Anderson’s shoulder when dizziness made my head swim.
Scooping me into his arms, he said something to Robbie that my exhausted brain couldn’t centre on, and then he carried me through the dark house.
I knew there was so much I needed to ask him but I just couldn’t concentrate on anything other than my breathing. The feeling of his strong arms around me soothed the frantic pace of my heart, and I snuggled deeper into him, my eyes on the sternness of his hard features that only the odd shadow of light now and then revealed to me.
“Sleep, Kloe.”
The softness of the bed, the tender press of his lips to my forehead, and the gentleness in his voice lulled me into the best night’s sleep I’d had in a very long time.
BEFORE I EVEN OPENED MY eyes I felt his fingers trailing over every inch of my face, like he was blind and needed to see me. His touch was soft yet inquisitive, gentle but thorough. The tenderness of his caress over every one of my facial features, for some reason, made me want to cry. I could feel his melancholy around me as the thin curtains covering the window did nothing to dampen the bright morning light bursting into the room.
Without opening my eyes I lifted my hand and reached for his fingers, then bringing them to my lips, I pressed a kiss to them and peeled my eyes open.
The sadness in his eyes made my chest ache, the sombre haze of green shuddering with a sheen of moisture.
“Hey.”
He smiled as softly as I greeted him. “Hey back.”
“What’s wrong?”
I made to move but he shook his head. “Stay.”
The desperation in the single word halted my movements and I frowned. “Anderson?”
He stared at me for a long time, his eyes sweeping over my face as if he needed to see every single detail. Once again he brought his hand to my face and cupped my cheek. “You should leave.”
My mouth dried and I blinked in confusion. I didn’t like the way his eyes pleaded with me. “And if I don’t want to?”
Screwing up his face, he shook his head and rolled onto his back. “Why, Kloe? Why do you even want to be here? After everything I’ve done to you.”
Hurt made my belly cramp and my heart ache. Anderson was shocked by my reaction, and to be honest, so was I. I didn’t understand why I felt that I needed him like I did. It was like I craved him, needed him near me to breathe. “I don’t know,” I whispered honestly. “But I do know I don’t want to go. Not yet, anyway.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, I wasn’t sure if he was relieved or angry – maybe both. His gentle touch on my cheek slid downwards and he clasped his fingers around my throat. “What do you want from me, Kloe?”