She wrapped herself around him, and he eased into her vagina, bringing her down his shaft so slowly she quivered. She began to bounce—little shoves to encourage him to fill her quickly.
When he dropped to his knees on the floor, she groaned, because he was easing his legs from under himself, stretching out on his back as he pushed her up and down his cock. Soon, she was rocking with him, coming up on her knees and gliding back down, fucking him slowly.
Then a hand pressed between her shoulder blades, and Vlahos was covering her back, kissing her neck, and reaching around her to clasp her breasts again. “I’m going to come into your ass.”
“Yesss…” she said, although she’d never done it, not in real life. Here, in her dreams, she could do the nastiest things, let go, because Billy was under her, his expression alert but approving.
Fingers slid between her buttocks, swirling on her back entrance, and then pressing inward.
She tightened involuntarily, but Vlahos shushed her. “Easy, easy,” he whispered. “We’ll make this so good for you, baby.”
She whimpered but forced herself to relax, concentrating instead on the bite of Billy’s cock, which filled her so completely, so impossibly. His fingers crawled over her mound, sank into the top of her folds, and began to circle her clit.
She pressed the heels of her palms into his shoulders and began to grind down on his cock and his fingers, trying to ignore the other set of fingers, three now, stuffed into
her ass.
At last the fingers withdrew, then the soft head of Vlahos’s cock entered her, pushing relentlessly until the ring of muscle eased, and he was inside.
She fell across Billy’s chest. His knees rose, his hips coming up and holding still as Vlahos started moving.
Gillian rolled her face on Billy’s chest. “Too much. It’s too much,” she moaned.
His fingers dug into her scalp. “You’re doing fine. Did I tell you how much I like your wet pussy? Love the way it squeezes me, swallows me all the way down? Can’t wait to see your sweet, sweet mouth take me like that.”
She pressed a kiss to his chest, surprised, because she didn’t do “affection”—just fucking. But they were taking her past her inhibitions. No, she wasn’t the least bit shy about sex, about taking what she wanted, but she never really gave herself.
This was different. At least, so far as Billy was concerned. He cuddled her against his chest while Vlahos fucked her, holding himself still while the depth and strength of the thrusts coming into her ass moved her up and down his cock in tight little shoves.
Had to be driving him crazy.
“Goddamn, Gabriel. Finish it, already.”
Vlahos laughed behind her, and then she felt his hand drop between them, below her ass. God, was he going for Billy’s cock?
“Let go of my goddamn balls,” Billy said, his voice tight.
“Why? You like it.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m doing enough for you. Take what you came for and leave us the fuck alone.”
“Think she’s going to understand?”
“Keep her under.”
“Sorry. No can do. She needs to know what’s coming.”
Tired of a conversation that made little sense to her, she snarled, “Shut up, you two. My ass is on fire, and I need to move!”
A kiss dropped on her shoulder, hands swirled over the middle of her back, and then something thrust straight through her back and grasped her heart.
She screamed, reaching behind her, but Billy held her down, his hands gripping her arms hard. “Don’t fight. It shouldn’t hurt. Why’s it hurting her, Gabriel?”
“Because she’s fighting me,” he gritted out.
“Shhh, baby,” Billy whispered. “Let him do it. When you relax, it’ll get good. I promise.”
Gillian dropped her arms and slumped again, shaking as a chill slid down her spine like ice water, flowing down, then spreading outward. When the heavy weight in her back lifted, she sucked in a deep breath.