The Prize by International Bestselling Author Ashe Barker

Chapter 10: Permission to Climax

Greg sits on the bed and leans forward to cup my chin in his hand. He tilts my face up towards his. "Come here, Jessie." He shuffles back across the mattress, beckoning me with the fingers of both hands to follow him.

I rise to my feet and step forward to kneel on the bed beside him. I try not to stare at the powerful-looking erection jutting from a neat thatch of blond hair.

"Straddle me, and lean forward."

I shift to place my knees on either side of Greg's, then place my hands on his shoulders and tilt my body toward him. He reaches for me and draws my face down to kiss me. I open for him, then suck on his tongue as it dances between my teeth. The caress of a warm hand across my upturned bottom causes me to groan in heady anticipation. Mark reaches between my thighs to draw his hand along the length of my slit, wiping the moisture there back toward my arse. He twirls his finger around the receptive ring of muscle as I roll my hips from side to side.

"Ready for this, Jessie?" Greg breaks the kiss to murmur against my lips.

"Yes, Sir," I whisper in response. "Very ready."

"Good. In that case. Could you do the honours with the condoms please?" He produces two foil packets from the pillow behind him and hands them to me.

I straighten and take them from him.

"Me first, then you can lower yourself onto my cock."

I nod, and snap open the first condom, then I roll it down over Greg's wide cock. He growls at me to get on with it but I take my time as I enjoy the feel of his solid, smooth shaft and the flaring head beneath my fingers. His eyes close and he leans back on his elbows as I draw out the task.

"Jessie, I can always add on more strokes," he warns.

I smile, but I know better than to push my luck with these two Doms. Playtime is over, so I lift myself up and move into position above his erect cock, then I lower my body until the head is poised between my pussy lips.

Greg narrows his eyes at me, warning me not to keep him waiting. I sink slowly onto him, gasping as his length fills and stretches me. I close my eyes as my cunt contracts and clenches, and I wonder how long I might hold out before I lose the slender hold I have over control of my body.

"Kiss me again, girl." Greg's command is delivered in a low, rasping growl.

I lean forward and lay my mouth across his, this time thrusting my tongue between his lips. He sucks on it and wraps his arms around my shoulders to pull me in closer. It occurs to me that Mark must have won the toss, though Greg seems to have warmed to his part in the proceedings too.

There's a warm splash of lube between the cheeks of my bum, and I groan as Mark inserts two slick fingers deep into my arse. Greg slides his hand between our bodies to lay his middle finger over my clit. He rubs, soft, insistent circles which cause my pussy to tighten around him. I roll my hips, squeezing down hard as I fight to control the intense, demanding spikes of arousal.

"Sir, if I come by mistake..."

"That's okay, Jessie. You have permission to climax now, as often as you like."

"Yeah, it'll be easier to get my cock inside you if you're distracted by your own orgasms." Mark treats me to a third finger, and swirls them deep within me, coaxing my rear hole to open for him. At the same time Greg massages my swollen clit, and in seconds I'm convulsing helplessly, coming on his cock as my other Dom finger fucks my arse.

I collapse, limp, onto Greg's chest, just dimly aware of him reaching for my hips to tilt my bottom upwards. Mark moves in behind me, and his cock nudges my anus.

"The condom..." I breathe.

"Done. We're fine. Relax." Greg reassures me, stroking my hair as Mark presses forward.

I push back, more by instinct than real intent, and in seconds the head of Mark's erection stretches me wide. It hurts. With my pussy filled as well it's too much. I let out a low whimper.

"Hold it a second." Greg's tone is soft, but Mark waits. "Okay, she's steady now. Go on."

The pressure increases. Mark nudges forward, slow but sure, forcing me to accept every demanding inch of him. Twice more Greg halts him, to give me time to adjust. I don't know how he can tell, but on each occasion he has it exactly right. At last Mark's thighs nudge my buttocks, and I know he is fully inside me.

"How are you doing, girl?" Greg tilts my chin up, holding my gaze.

"I, I'm okay, I think..."

He nods. "Yeah, I reckon you are." He glances over my shoulder and gives a brief nod.

Mark slides back out of me, then back in. The stroke is long and smooth, my body feels impossibly full. I'm stretched tight around the pair of them, impaled and unable to move, and with no wish to do so in any case. I rest my cheek on Greg's chest and I tremble with the sheer and powerful emotion of what's happening to me.