Time To Waste

Chapter 07: Three

A/N: I once again wish to remind you, dear reader, that I rated this story MATURE for a reason. If smutty, smutty porn is not your thing, triggering, or just generally upsetting to you for whatever reason, now would be the time to stop reading. Also, please get yourself checked out for that!

"Bounce." His cocoa eyes beamed as he slapped her ass, urging her to continue her steady pace of movement. She continued to comply as best she could, with him holding onto the restraint that held her arms prisoner to keep her body from face-planting into his chest. It wasn't particularly easy to move like this, but the sensation of riding his cock was amazing thanks to all the friction generated. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and something about his dew-covered, darkly-colored chest was extra stimulating to her eyes.

Struggling to maintain her position, she locked eyes with the man beneath her as he groaned a stream of obscenities, eyes rolling back into his head. "Fuck," he ended with a rasp. "That feels so fucking good, you don't even know. Keep doing that!" So, she swirled her hips again as he struggled to maintain a solid grip on her arms and help hold her upright. "Jesus fucking Christ," he growled lowly, like a caged tiger. "Your cunt is so tight right now. You're fucking suffocating my cock and I love every fucking second of it."

Grabbing a hold of her restrained arms, Ricky saved her from falling over when a lusty-eyed, over-stimulated Chris lost his grip. "Careful there," he cooed softly. "You're really struggling like this, aren't you?"

Jen offered a small nod to this. She was thankful for his grip, because almost at that exact moment, underneath her, the other man began to thrust his hips upward, burying himself so deep inside her body that she could feel his cock bottoming out at the deepest depths of her vagina, slamming violently into her cervix. The sensation was bizarre, painful in some ways, but ultimately overwhelmingly pleasurable; she felt entirely owned, controlled and dominated by the vicious movements of his body. With Ricky's grip holding her upright, she felt safe to toss her head back and let out an exhausted moan. There was no way that she could remain in this position for any length of time - and surely the headboard and the wall were bound to crack soon - but fuck if it didn't feel amazing to have Chris' rock-hard length buried so deep inside of her.

Ricky held his position, standing over the lovers and keeping Jenna upright. "Shit," he sighed as he watched the expression on her face change from distress to sheer pleasure. "I need in on this, man."

Gripping Jen's curvaceous hips and plunging himself up as he simultaneously tugged her downward, Chris groaned. "The fuck did you go earlier? I thought you were gone!" Barely pausing, he confessed with a gritty exhale, "I can't fucking last like this. Her cunt is spasming around my fucking cock. Fuck, man."

Making a decision that it was time to write himself back into the story, the guitarist helped to gently tug Jenna's body off her boyfriend's throbbing cock, placing her onto the empty side of the bed and beginning to undo the arm restraints. "These have been on you for too long," he explained as he worked the assortment of buckles. Her breathing was labored as she lay on her side, staring at her heavily-tattooed boyfriend.