You sit down on the couch between Soap and Keegan, the three of you silent while Riley goes to his room.
After a moment, Soap places his hand on your thigh, and your eyes shift to meet his. "Are you sure, Crow?" He asks.
Riley emerges from his room, his large figure like a dark shadow in your periphery, just beyond Soap's head. Your eyes focus on him and see that his mask is back on, with a dog collar on his neck and a bottle of lube in hand.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Your eyes focus onto Soap again as Riley rounds the couch and comes to sit down beside him. "I'm sure." You say, and Soap smiles, his grin quickly turning into something hungry and feral.
"Well, in that case," His voice turns into gravel, and his hand tightens on your thigh as he leans towards you, his other hand placing itself softly on your neck. "I know which part of you I'm claiming."
You aren't exactly sure what he means, though you can wager a guess, and you give him a smile and lean in to kiss him. This is the first time you've kissed him since that day in the Atrium, where you thought it would be the last one the two of you shared.
I'm not yours, and you're not mine. He had whispered to you then, both of you knowing that you belonged to the man in the skull mask lurking just behind Soap's muscular frame.
You open your mouth and Soap's tongue slips in, both of you moaning into each other as the sound of your kissing is the only thing cutting through the silence of Riley's apartment.
Soap is so easy to kiss, his lips so lush and hot and knowing, and before you even realize what you're doing you're utterly lost to him, moving nimbly to climb over and straddle his lap without even pausing the kiss. You settle yourself onto him and his hands grip your ass, pushing you closer to him as he squeezes, and your hips buck involuntarily as you wrap your arms around his neck, chokeholding him into this endless kiss you're sharing.
You continue like this for a few moments before you remember there are two other men in the room, and you angle your head slightly away from Soap, the talented bastard immediately taking the hint and breaking the kiss to have his mouth travel down along your neck. You look over to Riley as Soap kisses and licks your throat, and you let out a strangled groan when he begins to lightly bite the skin there just as you see Riley stroking his cock, already pulled out of his pants.
"Fuck," You whisper, your mouth propped open as Riley's hand moves up and down on himself, his hooded, dark eyes trained on you. In an instant you're transported back to the days when Riley was a masked mystery, a cruel man with the most insane sex appeal you had ever come across. Riley was no longer a mystery to you, no longer just a man in a mask, but when he looked at you like this, with the rest of him obscured, it made you want to explode.
Riley says nothing as he watches you and Soap's clothed bodies writhe together, says nothing as Soap begins to leave bruises on your neck, says nothing as you make the most pathetic sounds from the sensation of Soap's touch and the vision of Riley before you.
He just watches, his lazy gaze inscrutable.
Soap's mouth leaves your neck and you feel his hand grip your jaw, turning your head back to him. "Look at me," He whispers before releasing your jaw and wrapping his hand around your waist, giving you no warning before he stands up, your legs involuntarily wrapping around him so you don't drop to the floor.
All Soap does is turn around, lowering you back onto the couch. Your legs relax a bit as he places both hands on your knees and pulls them apart even further, kneeling before you with a smug look on his face.
"You like how I eat it, don't you?" He asks. You remember the way he took care of you in the armory, the first sexual experience you had ever had with him or Riley, the way he licked your pussy while you sat in Riley's lap. You squirm at the imagery of it, your eyes shifting over to Riley again, who was now slouched on the couch, one arm draped over the top of it while his other hand still gripped his cock.
He was more than willing to let Soap take his time.
You feel something press hard on your clit through your pants and you gasp, your eyes darting back to Soap's. "Look at me." He says, his thumb pressing firmly onto you. "I won't ask you again."
You scoff, a small smile on your face. "Since when are you the type of man to make demands?"
Soap's eyes flare, and it seems as though he's accepting a challenge. "Take those fucking pants off and I'll show you exactly what type of man I am."
You don't look at Riley or Keegan as you shimmy your pants off. You keep your gaze on Soap, at the man kneeling before you, waiting to give you pleasure if only you keep your eyes on him. You peel your pants off your legs and throw them behind you, landing somewhere beyond the couch. You keep your underwear on, remembering the last time Soap ate you out and teased you so well between your bare skin and the fabric.
"I'm watching," You whisper, your eyes locked on Soap's. "Show me how much you want me."
You hear a muffled groan from Keegan's direction, and it takes everything in you not to look over at him. But you have a feeling that him and Riley are matching their movements.
"That's not a difficult request," Soap says, his fingers tracing lightly along your bare thighs, the slightly ticklish feeling already creating a building sensation of pleasure in your clit. His hands then reach your pussy, and he splays his fingers on your thighs as his thumb traces up, dragging along your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. You let out a sigh as the two of you stare at each other, a stalemate neither of you want to lose.
Soap leans forward, his eyes on you as he bends down and presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear. You adjust yourself slightly so you can meet his gaze better, biting your lip as you feel the warmth of his mouth. He's such a good little tease. He continues kissing for a few more moments before he starts letting his tongue poke through, the wet warmth making you writhe under his touch. His hands slide upwards to grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he drags his tongue along you, both his mouth and your pussy soaking the fabric of your underwear completely through.
He licks you again, slowly and roughly, and your breath becomes labored, the sweet torture of it almost too much to bear, his eyes like molten fire as he watches you try to cling to lucidity. It's when he presses his mouth to you and begins sucking your clit that you nearly fall into oblivion, the hotness of his mouth and the delicate roughness of the fabric causing a sensation so strong you nearly come from that alone, your fingers weaving themselves in Soap's little mohawk as you try to ride his mouth and fail, his grip on you too strong, his hold keeping you entirely still.
"Fuck," You hear Keegan's rough voice from beside you. "Start licking that pussy like you mean before I fucking push you aside and do it myself."
Soap's eyes leave yours, shifting over to Keegan. You allow the break in eye contact to give you an excuse to follow his gaze, and your mouth practically waters when you see Keegan, mask back over his face, his shirt bunched up near his chest, showing off his toned body as his pants are unzipped and his hard cock is out, in the tender care of his own hand. Matching Riley indeed.
"If you're so needy for some head," You say, your voice rough with desire. "Then come over here."
Keegan's icy eyes widen slightly, but before you can continue that line of conversation you look back at Soap, who's looking back at you. You let your eyes tell him all the ways you want him as you hook your index finger over your underwear and pull the fabric over to the side, baring your pussy before him. "It's time to start sharing, don't you think?"
Soap bites his lip as he leans down towards you again, his mouth hovering over your pussy as he says: "You're much better at making demands."
You give him a smirk before you look back over at Keegan. His fathomless eyes stare back at you, filled with a blue fire. "Come closer and get on your knees." You tell him, leaning your body over a little bit as Keegan immediately moves, his navel suddenly at eye level as he takes his shirt off. His cock is hard and lingering right by your mouth.
Just how you wanted it.
You put your hand on the base of his cock and it twitches, a strangled sound coming out of the ex-Sergeant. You look up at him and all you can see are those gorgeous eyes and that unique skull mask.
Perfect.
"Go ahead, Soap," You say quietly, and you put the tip of Keegan's cock in your mouth just as Soap's tongue rakes along your pussy.
The shared sounds of pleasure fill the air, and it takes approximately two seconds before you're once again lost in sensation, fully allowing yourself to enter into oblivion this time. You and Soap move in an unspoken, unpracticed tandem as he licks your pussy and you suck Keegan's cock. Your hands pull at Soap's hair as Keegan's pull at yours, and Soap's fingers move inside your pussy in the same rhythm your hand moves along Keegan's cock. You're a conduit, and you find that you love it.
Soap's mouth moves perfectly, and the way he holds your hips still makes the pleasure all the more torturous, all the more intense, his fingers digging so hard into your skin you're sure he'll leave tiny bruises. The feeling of his mouth and the firmness of his grip provides the perfect balance of pleasure and pain, and you find that you're purposefully moving your hips more than you normally would just to get him to grip you tighter. He meets you in stride, and when he starts sucking hard on your clit, you cry out onto Keegan's cock, making Keegan's hips twitch and bury himself deeper inside you.
Keegan tries to pull out a little bit, to give you space, but you find that you like it, that you need him to do the same thing he did last time you were with him. You let out a small, petulant whine and look up at him, meeting his eyes as you let his cock touch the back of your throat. You cup his balls and squeeze slightly, as if pleading.
"You want me to fuck your face?" He asks, near breathless.
You make a sound of assent, but this isn't enough for him. He grips your hair tightly, pulling out of your mouth and yanking your head back.
"Answer me when I speak to you." He demands.
"Yes," You choke out. "I want you to fuck my face."
Keegan's eyes blaze. "Perfect." He says, and sinks his cock back into your mouth. His hips start moving, and you keep your mouth propped open and let your hand do some extra work. Keegan isn't too rough or too fast, but you can practically feel the tension building up in his hips, his thighs, his stomach. After a few moments Soap catches onto the rhythm and starts plunging his fingers in and out of you and flicking his tongue along your clit at Keegan's pace, and it's then that you become lost again, your orgasm building up quickly.
You wish you could look over at Riley, wish you could see his eyes and watch the way he touches himself as you're pleasured by one man while pleasuring another.
You begin to breathe hard, your body near-convulsing through waves of euphoria, your orgasm only a few more touches, a few more strokes away.
"Enough." Riley's voice cuts through the moment. Both Soap and Keegan immediately stop, and both your pussy and mouth are suddenly empty. You feel as though you're trying to break out of a trance, your clit still throbbing in time to the orgasm that was just barely eluding you.
You open your eyes and blink once, twice, before you realize what's actually happened. Keegan has pulled away slightly, his hand lazily moving along his cock and outside the range of your mouth. You look down at Soap and see him kneeling before you still, his hands now by his sides, his eyes on Riley.
You look over at Riley. You can practically see the smug grin beneath his mask. He watches you for a second longer before he plucks the bottle of lube from beside him and tosses it to Keegan.
He looks at you again and you glare at him, though you're still somewhat gasping for air.
"Who are you to take my orgasm away from me?" You ask, your voice rasping.
Riley sits up from his relaxed position. "Trust me." He growls, leaning forward and putting his elbows on his thighs. He tilts his head to one side, the skull mask something fierce. "By the end of this, you won't be left wanting a thing."
Soap taps your leg, and you look down at him.
"This can't be done on a couch, Crow girl," He says, his accent thick. "Come fuck me on the floor."
"On the floor?"
He gives you a wink as he moves away from the couch slightly, then standing up to begin taking off his clothes. "You heard me."
You roll your eyes, though the action of it is short lived when your eyes catch on his gloriously muscled figure. He slips his pants off and his cock is hard, perfect, wanting, and when he actually sits back down on the floor and motions for you to follow him you have to bite back a laugh.
"You actually want me on the floor?"
"You think being filled by three men is going to be easy choreography?" Keegan says sharply. You look over at him and narrow your eyes. "I know you don't like to be told what to do, Crow. But get on the fucking floor."
You look over at Riley. He says nothing. You look over at Soap, who is now keeping himself propped up on one elbow, his toned stomach stretched, his handsome face still smiling at you.
You mumble curses under your breath as you move down onto the floor and crawl over to Soap, giving him a irritated glare as you climb over him, while he leans back and lays down as you hover above him. He squeezes your breasts through your shirt and bra before running his hands down your sides, pushing off your underwear and slapping your bare ass. Then his hands come back up, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, discarding it on the floor beside you. You lean down to kiss him as he unhooks your bra, discarding that, too. Your locked in another passionate kiss as one of his hands massages your breast and the other reaches down to rub along your clit, making you moan with pleasure again.
You writhe on top of Soap, though you are still on your hands and knees and not letting any of your body touch him quite yet. But he's so deft with his fingers, so good with his mouth, it doesn't take long for you to feel so fucking good again—
"Any day now," Riley drawls, breaking the trance you were in once more, and you almost scream with frustration.
You break the kiss with Soap, pushing yourself up so you're on only your knees, practically towering above him. "Fuck it," You say, lining yourself up with Soap, dipping your fingers into your pussy and wetting them before you reach for Soap's cock and start stroking him, making him inhale sharply with surprise and bliss. You look back at Riley, making your irritation clear.
"If you're in such a fucking rush," You snarl at him. "Then I don't mind if I do."
You look back at Soap, making eye contact as you sink yourself onto his cock. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them tightly once more as your pussy wraps itself around him, both of you letting out groans of ecstasy. You lean forward and press yourself onto Soap, meeting his mouth with yours. You kiss him slowly, hungrily, sloppily as you hips begin to move on him, your pussy sliding up and down his cock as the two of you start to fuck like you're the only two living people left on this planet—despite two other people being in the room, one of them being the person you love most.
But this is what you wanted. This is what everyone wanted. And it was only just the start.
"Mmm," Soap moans into your mouth, his hands tangling your hair. "Just as good," He whispers between kisses. "As the last time."
You move slowly on his cock, a torturous pace meant to make the moment last. "Don't worry," You whisper to him. "I always get better."
You continue fucking him, his hands gripping your head, your mouth melting onto his, when you suddenly feel another hand with a soft touch, caressing your ass as you move.
"Mind if I join?" Keegan voice is softer than you've ever heard it, and the tone of it is so sensual, so filled with desire, it makes you shiver. You break your kiss with Soap and look back at him, pushing yourself up off of Soap's chest a little bit, not pausing your rhythm on Soap's cock, and Soap wastes no time continuing what he started with your neck earlier on.
You and Keegan stare at each other as he squeezes your ass before slapping it softly. Then he does it again, not breaking his gaze with you. Then again he does it again, harder this time, before moving on to the other side.
You're suddenly aching for him, but not in the same way you're aching for Soap.
You don't want him to replace Soap, not at all.
You want him in addition to Soap.
With your pussy spread by Soap's cock and your ass on full display, it's easy for Keegan to caress between your cheeks, and when you feel his finger press on the other hole down there, you're shocked at how nice it feels, how intriguing.
You look over at Riley and see that he is not slouching, that he is not relaxed. Nor is he propping his elbows on his thighs. He's still sitting on the couch, still touching his cock, but he's watching intently. He's watching every move that's being made.
Soap licks your neck roughly just as Keegan presses the tip of his finger into your ass.
You cry out, because it feels better than you ever would have expected. It's not a strong sensation, nor anything like what you feel in your pussy, but it's something... different. Something you want more of.
Keegan watches your reaction put doesn't push in any further. Instead, he takes his hand away and flicks open the bottle of lube.
Soap's mouth has moved on from your neck to your breasts, his tongue sucking on your nipple as you start to have a quicker, harder rhythm on his cock. You look away from Keegan, letting the muscles in your neck rest for a second as you close your eyes and let yourself enjoy Soap, getting an inkling that Keegan was going to steal the attention.
But when Keegan's finger slips into your ass again, you don't look at him. You keep your eyes closed. You let yourself feel everything, feel every bit of it. Let yourself decide how you feel about it without anyone watching.
And after a few minutes pass of this, of Soap worshipping you as you ride him and Keegan exploring your comfort levels, Keegan pulls away again for a few moments, disappearing. Then, when you feel the tip of his cock graze your ass slightly, you finally open your eyes and look back at him.
His cock is shining with lube, his hand stroking as his eyes are filled with a question.
You pause on Soap's cock. There's a suctioning sound as he releases your nipple, which makes you twitch slightly, blissfully. Soap starts to only lick your nipples, switching off between the two, the roughness of his tongue and the lightness of his licks making you near nauseous with desire. But you keep your eyes on Keegan and bite your lip, nodding, and he presses the tip of his cock lightly to the entrance of your ass, barely touching it at all.
It's then that Riley stands up.
With you on the floor, Riley looks so tall, so imposing, a skull clad figure moving like a wraith to come before you, kneeling right behind Soap's head. You turn away from Keegan and look up to meet Riley's eyes. He sits on his knees and puts his hands around your face.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yes," You tell him, and you tighten your pussy on Soap's cock, which makes him bite your nipple lightly in response. You then arch your back slightly and feel Keegan push a little more onto you, a strangled groan coming from the man who was about to do something no other man has done before.
"Keep your eyes on me." Riley says softly. You smirk and bring one hand up to his neck, curling your index finger around the collar and bringing his face close to yours.
"Go ahead, Keegan," You say, and you press your mouth to Riley's as Keegan's cock pushes inside you.
There's a moment where all of you are frozen—save for you and Riley's mouths—as you try to adjust to the feeling of having two dicks inside you. But you adjust. To your shock, you actually do.
You pull away from Riley slightly, licking his lips before you whisper: "Kneel." Riley kisses you once more before he pushes up fully onto his knees, and now you found yourself in the same position you were in a few minutes ago: with a hot guy's cock in your face.
"So, you two," You say a little louder, looking down at Soap and then looking at Keegan over your shoulder. "Can you fuck me in tandem?"
"Yes, ma'am." Soap replies with the enthusiasm of someone getting a birthday present, and he adjusts his legs to get the proper leverage, Keegan adjusting to make the positioning work, the feeling of him inside you foreign but not unpleasant.
"You're all right, Crow?" Keegan asks, his voice still tender, almost reverent. As if he realizes how delicate this is, how intimate, how special.
You meet his eyes and give him a small smile. "Yes. Now be a good little helper and make me come."
Keegan and Soap don't move, both of them still waiting. You turn back to Riley, angling your head up to look at him. He's watching you with a hooded gaze, his eyes laced with desire.
"You look so fucking good all filled up like that," He rasps.
You lick the tip of his cock lightly, then kiss it even lighter. When you finally open your mouth and fill that last hole of yours with the third cock of the day, Soap pushes himself into you, his muscles straining with the effort to be gentle. When he pulls out, Keegan pushes in. They get the rhythm easily, though they move so, so slowly.
It's such a new, surprising, somewhat overwhelming sensation that you decide to let them move slowly, your mouth wrapping around Riley's cock as you let your entire body be explored. Soap starts sucking on your boobs again, and Keegan's fingers squeeze your ass as he moves tenderly inside you.
But when Riley lets out a groan of pleasure and pushes his cock deeper in your mouth, making you cry out, the slow pace doesn't seem to work for anyone anymore.
"Fuck," Soap moans against your breast, his voice muffled and rough, his cock twitching inside you. He starts moving a little faster, and Keegan has no choice but to meet him in stride, letting out a breathless, stuttering moan.
"You like fucking her ass, Sergeant Russ?" Riley asks, one of his massive hands balling your hair up into a ponytail, holding your head at a specific angle as he slides himself in and out of you. "You like sharing her with MacTavish?"
Keegan lets out another groan, as if the pleasure is too much to bear, like if he speaks it'll make him bust on the spot.
"Yeah, you love that tight little ass, don't you, Keegan?" Riley continues. He looks down at you and lightly smacks your face with his free hand as his cock touches the back of your throat. Soap licks your nipple. "Fucking pathetic bastard, taking whatever part of my bitch you can get. Are you that desperate for her, Keegan?"
Keegan seems speechless, but then you feel him press one side of your ass with the palm of his hand before he pulls away and smacks it hard, making you yelp with surprise and pleasure. The pace between him and Soap is increasing, moving faster, moving harder. Riley starts to match them, and you are utterly helpless, utterly under their control, just a vessel in which all three of them are using you.
When Keegan reaches down and begins rubbing your clit, just as Soap reaches up a hand to clasp around your throat and squeeze, it's then that you lose any semblance of control you had.
You're being filled in every way a woman could possibly be filled, being touched in every spot that a woman could possibly feel pleasure. You look up at Riley and meet his gaze, tears in your eyes as your senses are assaulted and his cock fills your throat. He slaps your face again, his eyes blazing with a predator's cunning gaze.
"You're such a fucking slut," Riley says, his voice hoarse and ragged. "You fucking dirty bitch, do you like being fucked in every way possible? You love being a fucking toy for us to get off to, huh? You want to be the only bitch we spill our fucking cum into, is that it?"
You moan on his cock and he hits you in the face again. Seeing this dominance in him is something you can't get enough of, you're willing to do whatever it takes to feel Riley touch you like this, to hear him talk to you like this. It's so fucking hot, nearly primal, activating something in you that's making you practically see stars.
Both Soap and Keegan are fucking you hard now—all you can hear is the sound of skin slapping on skin, the sound of moans intermingling with moans, the sound of your wet pussy and the perfect amount of lube making you fucking wild with the desire to come. You are nearly yelling on Riley's cock, but he's relentless with you, as if he's proving to both Keegan and Soap that even though they're the ones fucking you, he's the one who owns you body, and soul.
And he does.
"Look at me wearing your fucking collar, Crow," Riley murmurs. Your eyes snap to the black collar around his neck, his muscles tensed with pleasure. "Look at how you own me. I love your dirty fucking cunt."
And those words are enough to send you nearly over the egde, your orgasm just moments away, and you're moaning on his cock, your pussy tightening on Soap's, your hips moving in waves that have nothing to do with the rhythm in which you're being fucked.
You hear Soap curse from below you, his cock rock hard inside you, his teeth nipping on the flesh of your breast. "You're going to make me fucking bust," He murmurs, his voice tense from the effort.
"You like the way I talk to her, Johnny?" Riley says, though he keeps his eyes on you. Keegan slaps your ass, hard, making you take Riley's cock even deeper into your throat. He lets out a strangled groan.
"Yes, Ghost." Soap moans.
"Good boy," Riley replies. "I want you to come all over yourself, Soap. You can't come inside her. You understand that? You're our little fucking bitch. You come where I fucking tell you to."
You can feel how hard Soap is getting inside you, somehow getting harder by the second, his perfect cock hitting you just right. You don't want him to come yet, you don't want it to end—
"Fuck," Soap is whimpering now, the sound so pathetic and sexy.
"Make a mess on yourself, Johnny," Riley demands, his voice harsh. He slaps your face again, watching you the entire time. "I want to see the come fucking everywhere. And you, little Crow,"
You moan, staring at him, tears welling in your eyes as you feel an orgasm building deep within you.
"Come all over his fucking cock. I want your pretty little pussy leaking all over him. You want to fucking come baby? You want that?"
You groan in assent.
"Fucking slut," Riley smacks your face again, hard, and that's when the orgasm hits you, rips through you and make your pussy grip Soap's cock like it's a fucking lifeline, and both Soap and Keegan are shocked at the sensation of your orgasm, you can hear it in the way the gasp and groan, the way it feels between all three of you, and you nearly black out from the overstimulation of all of it, your eyes on Riley the entire time.
And then Soap pumps into you, once, twice, almost three more times before he suddenly pulls out, his breath ragged and his moans melting into whines, his cock exploding with cum all over his stomach and yours. Without thinking you pull yourself off of Riley's cock, your hair pulling painfully against your scalp as he still grips it, and you come down to put your hand on Soap's neck and press your mouth to his, kissing him through his orgasm.
Keegan moans as you do this, slapping and squeezing your ass as he starts to fuck you to his own pace, making you so overcome with pleasure that you're groaning into Soap's mouth so loudly you wonder if it might piss him off now that's done coming. But Soap keeps his hand tightly on your throat, holding you to him, kissing you while Keegan fucks your ass.
Riley lets this continue for only a few seconds before he yanks on your hair so hard you cry out in pain, and he slaps you across the face before he holds you still and sinks his cock back inside you. You look up at him, your eyes blazing with anger.
"Hate me all you want, little Crow," He sneers. "It's always you and me at the end."
He then breaks your eye contact and leans forward, his head now out of your vision as his hips still. His cock is so deep inside your mouth you can't even start blowing him properly, so you move your tongue lazily, focusing on the sensation of Keegan's cock inside you and his hand moving distractedly along your clit.
"Pull that mask up," You hear Riley murmur before you hear the sound of Keegan and Riley kissing again, just like they had the last time you were in this position.
Soap continues licking and sucking and massaging your breasts, his cum a sticky and warm thing between your bodies.
"I want you to come on her," You hear Riley say. "I want to see all your fucking cum on her ass, can you do that for me?"
"Fuck," Keegan swears softly. You wish you could see the two of them, but you have a feeling based on the angle of their bodies that Keegan's forehead is now resting on Riley's shoulder, his hips twitching as his orgasm builds, his cock throbbing inside your ass.
"Come for us, Keegan," Riley coaxes, his voice deep and sexy. "Show us how much you love us."
Keegan lets out a strangled groan, and he's so close to coming that he can no longer rub your clit the way it deserves, and he instead pinches it between his index and middle finger, his fingers twitching slightly, enough of an effort for you to feel it.
"Don't fight it," Riley whispers, and you hear another kiss. "I know you love how fucking tight she is. Show us how much you love it."
You swirl your tongue around Riley's cock, signaling to him how much you're enjoying this. He places a hand lightly on your back, as if to steady himself.
You hear Keegan and Riley continue kissing when Keegan suddenly pulls out of you, his groans melting into a low growl as you feel the wetness of his cum splay across your backside, just how Riley asked him to.
"Good boy," Riley growls before pulling away. You feel Keegan move backwards a little, releasing your clit and backing off of you, likely to take a moment to get his composure. You couldn't blame him, but his fingers leaving your clit when you hadn't yet finished from clit stimulation made you want to scream.
"Soap?" Riley says, adjusting himself back to be in your view again.
"Ghost?"
"Finish what you started with her."
This bitch doesn't miss a trick, does he?
"Yes, sir." Soap suddenly moves out from under you, deftly so that you barely have to adjust. And then you feel him at your backside, and your clit pulses in response as you realize Soap has replaced Keegan in the position behind you, though now the only goal is to eat your pussy from the back.
Oh, fuck.
You manage a smile, though it's not much with Riley's massive cock still in your mouth.
"Look at you," Riley says. "Fucking drenched in cum. But can you take it inside you, baby? Can you take it down your throat?"
You suction your mouth around his cock in response, making him groan. Soap runs his tongue along your clit, making you shiver.
"Suck this cock," Riley snaps. "Don't make us do everything for you."
And so you do, having your mouth and hand move along Riley's cock in the same rhythm of Soap's mouth on your pussy, and it doesn't take long for another orgasm to build up again, the pleasure bundling up in your clit. Riley's fingers tighten in your hair as he watches you, as you watch him, as you watch each other.
Within minutes Riley's eyes are shuddering, as if he's fighting off the urge to close them, and you see his muscled chest moving up and down in quick succession as his breathing gets harder. You feel it too, his massive cock overwhelming especially as Soap continues to lick and suck on your clit perfectly, your thighs tightening on him as he gives you his labor of love over and over again.
"I love the way you touch me," Riley grinds out the words, as if they're a struggle. "Who taught you how to fuck so good? Was it me, baby? Say yes. Don't speak."
Soap starts flicking his tongue along your clit, making your thighs tremble and your eyes nearly flutter close, and your begin to whine, the waves of another orgasm growing stronger and stronger.
"You're gonna come, aren't you?" Riley breathes. "Oh, fuck."
You relax your throat as much as you can and sink your mouth onto Riley as far as you can possibly go, doing all you can for him, just wanting to please him, just as Soap stops flicking your clit and takes it into his mouth and sucks hard, making you come, and you're practically choking on Riley's cock as the orgasm moves through you so strongly you practically forget where you are, who you are, what you are.
Was it me, baby?
Yes.
And the sight of you coming is more than enough, because within seconds you feel something hot spill down the back of your throat, and you open your eyes, looking up at Riley as the two of you come together, his hands pressing onto your scalp, the muscles of his torso twitching in bliss, his eyes wide open and seeing only you.
When your orgasm finishes, Soap pulls away and you finally, finally come off of Riley's cock, your jaw aching in a way you hadn't really been aware until that moment. You bring a hand to the side of your face and massage it slightly, though you know it's not going to help.
The come down of the orgasm hits you hard, and you realize what's happened, how completely overstimulated you just were, how you are quite literally drenched in the cum of not one, but two men. On your hands and knees you let your head drop and you let out a slow, controlled breath. Your legs are shaking.
Holy fucking Christ.
I'm going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.
"Little Crow?" Riley's voice is soft, gentle.
"Water." Is all you say, and you hear three different people move at once. It makes you almost laugh, but the energy is zapped out of you.
You take another deep breath before you move to sit cross-legged, putting your head in your hands, your body suddenly extremely tired. You were just stretched and pulled and sucked and fucked and hit and you also orgasmed twice and nearly blacked out. So... yeah. You needed a minute.
You feel someone sit in front of you, pressing something cold to your forearm. You lift your head to see Riley, his mask off, with a glass of water in hand. Neither Soap nor Keegan are touching you, but you can feel their presences close behind you, all of them watching intently to make sure you were all right—something you appreciated more than you could put into words right now.
You take a long sip of water, your hands shaking slightly, before you put it down and look up at Riley. You smile at him.
"Thank God I won't have to tell Kieran about this." You rasp. "He'd be so fucking pissed to have missed it."
Riley lets out a small and incredulous chuckle, his beautiful face twisting into a smile. "You are so fucked up."
You hook your finger around the collar on his neck and pull him close. "That's why you like me."
"One of the many reasons," Riley replies, though his eyes are on your smiling mouth, and so you pull him closer and kiss him slowly, quietly, gently.
He pulls away and looks into your eyes, searching. "Are you all right?"
You nod. "I just think we all need a shower."
"I call second, after Crow." Keegan says from somewhere behind you, still sounding breathless.
"Earned." Soap replies, his voice tired.
But you keep your eyes on Riley, neither of you responding to the other two. You just look at each other, your faces open, your eyes clear, your expressions entirely visible, both of you a book left open for the other person to read.
It's always you and me at the end.
"Get dinner going," You tell him. "We're all about to be starving."
Riley gives you a knowing smile. "Like a good dog, I'll do whatever you tell me."
"Well, I mean... you do look hot in the collar, so you might as well play the part to the fullest."
"Uh huh. What do you want to eat?"
You press a light kiss to Riley's nose. "Surprise me."
*End of Chapter Twenty-Nine*
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