Page 20 of Pleading Innocence
I released his hand when I didn’t feel like I was about to have a fucking heart attack anymore and his fingers started moving. It was glorious. I lost all control. I reached up behind me and threw my arms around his neck as he worked me into a dither. I moaned and gasped, biting my lip as my body writhed against him.
I could feel his hardness pressed up against my lower back and I licked my lips, rubbing my ass against him, and watched as Mario’s manhood inflated before me. The thought of them both filling my hole at once had me twitching and shaking against him until I was wailing from pleasure. Anthony swore behind me.
“Uh…fuck,” I said, shaking as Mario started to walk toward us, stroking himself. “So fucking sexy,” I groaned. “Please tell me you don’t have to go back to work right this minute?” I asked, in breathy intervals.
Mario stopped in front of me so that I had to tilt my head to look into those glacier blues, darkening by the second. He stroked my lip, and I kissed his finger, sucking it into my mouth.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he said, smiling and leaning down to kiss me so hard, I came again against Anthony’s finger.
“Fuck,” Anthony swore and pulled his hand from within my pajamas to push them over my hips with fervency. I stepped out of those constraints so fast, needing more of their touch, as Mario peeled my top over my head. I could hear Anthony messing with his zipper and Mario was already naked, so I threw my hand around his neck and jumped into his arms so that I could straddle him.
However, Anthony was not having it, and I could feel his breath on my neck as he came up behind me. “Ready for me?” he asked as Mario held me up. I looked at Mario, confused, but nodded at Anthony anyway.
“Good,” Anthony groaned, slipping inside me so fast as Mario kissed my lips that my eyes flew open, sending me into a euphoric state so delicious that I became a mad woman, gripping Mario’s rippling back muscles. I tried to press my already-sweating body into his chest—pressing my clit into his belly, my nipples against him, needing him to hold me tightly and not let me go as Anthony’s warmth enclosed around me.
Anthony was panting against my neck while he screwed the hell out of my hot center. Damn, it felt so good being sandwiched between them. Mario’s face tensed with an aching need as he stared at me, whispering, “You’re so fucking hot.”
I moaned in his face, breathing short breaths against his lips, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder as Anthony hitthatspot at the perfect angle, creating mini explosions inside of me, preparing me for the big one.
“Uhhhhhhh, Anthony.” A guttural moan escaped me, and I kissed Mario’s clavicle bone. I felt Mario’s tongue lick the sweat from my neck as he breathed against it and I shook with complete abandon, about to cum all over Anthony’s dick, when I heard him groan and pull himself from me. I didn’t have time to mourn the loss of his length because Mario slipped right on in, to my delight, sensing my need to be filled continuously.
He grabbed my bottom, groaning, his face flushed with fiery, sensual passion as he slammed my hips against his hips, repeating the movement until time stood still, until my eyes and mouth flew open. With a soundless moan suspended in the air, I burst all over him with so much glee and indulgent satisfaction that it took a while for air to re-enter my body, for sound to become a part of me once again. When I found my voice, the only thing I could say was “Yes!” before I started sobbing his name.
“Fuck,” I heard both Anthony and Mario say at once.
“I’m far from done,” Anthony said. “What about you guys? Wanna take it to the bedroom?” he asked.
Mario looked at me with a questioning brow, and when I nodded with desperation, he smiled, nodding along with me. He walked me into my bedroom and tossed me onto my queen-sized bed with soft, satin, pastel blue-and-white sheets—that were already a mess, but who cared? The only thing I could think about was them. They had my entire attention.
Chapter 15
Mario
“You’resuchabadinfluence, you know that?” I whispered against her neck as Anthony pulled slow and sensuous moans from her body. I should be at work and here I was in a threesome I didn’t expect but wouldn’t complain about. I’d have to be fucking kidding if I did—I mean, look at her. Her red locks loose around her bright blue pillow, her lids lowered in complete ecstasy, her skin dampened by beads of sweat, her long sighs and shorter breaths escaping her parted lips. Her erect red nipples were sucked to stiff peaks by me.
Full breasts that fit perfectly in the cups of my hands. Freckles dancing across her nose, cheeks, shoulders, and breasts that disappeared beneath the blood that rushed her skin, reddening her. She gripped the mattress exposed by the shifted bottom sheet with one hand and started running her other hand over my abs in seeming desperation. When she located my cock, she sighed, and I throbbed within her palm. She stroked me with the fervency of the desire she felt rippling through her body as Anthony sped up his hips and slammed himself within her.
“Fuck, you’re so good at taking cock,” I breathed as she jerked the fuck out of mine, bringing me so close to the edge I had to pull her hand off me to steady my breathing, biting my lip and moaning as I pushed against the need to cum because I couldn’t get enough of her—I wanted to fuck her again.
Anthony lay flat against her, kissing her lips, leaving no room for me to touch her anymore. It didn’t make me mad because I got to enjoy the show. I removed myself to her blue armchair to get a good view. The sunlight through the window highlighted their porcelain bodies, though his skin glowed a shade darker than the tone of her orange-tinged skin.
She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips, trapping him as the sounds of sex bounced off their bodies. The resonance of his dick moving in and out of her wet pussy, the heavy breathing, her crying his name, moaning as he moaned along with her, was maddening. Their shuddered breaths created some sort of melody as they gasped for air, tiring themselves with the pleasure bulldozering their bodies.
I was trying so hard not to touch myself because the skin around my shaft was so fucking sensitive that just the graze of my palm caused me to jump and shiver. I rubbed my hands across my dampened chest instead as it felt like I was being electrocuted over and over again without my body getting any chance to breathe, and I needed to be touched.
I caught myself moaning at the sight of him bringing her to a climax. She shook and her eyes looked like she was being exorcised while she held onto him as if she was afraid of falling, digging her nails into his back, unable to find any words at all.
Anthony pulled himself out of her and kissed the ever-living hell out of her mouth, and I knew exactly what he was feeling because he still hadn’t cum yet. Feeling her and hearing her orgasm was driving him crazy as antagonizing flutters sped through his cock, needing him to explode as he fought against it. I knew that’s how he was feeling because that’s how I was feeling just watching them.
He humped her ass cheeks because he couldn’t control his lower body and the need to keep fucking, but at least on the outside, he could give his dick some time to calm the fuck down. When he fell off her to lie next to her and catch his breath, I returned to the bed to lay on my side, watching her swallow from the impact of the aerobic exercise.
She breathed to calm her racing heart. I trailed a light finger over her nipples and down the center of her chest, moving down her belly as she sighed and sucked her stomach in while my hand lingered around her navel. Her breath hitched when I moved my hand back upward.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, knowing she needed a break.
“So loose and free.” She grinned at me before looking over at Anthony. He winked at her and kissed the back of her hand. She tilted her head back to me and looked into my eyes. We held eye contact for a bit as I watched the sun illuminate the gold flecks in the forest green. She reached up and stroked my hair; I closed my eyes and sighed.
The gentleness of her fingertips against my scalp sent tingles throughout my entire body and I lowered my lips to kiss the inside of her wrist. Holding her hand against my cheek, I began to trail kisses along the inside of her arm until I was basically kissing her armpit. She erupted in laughter, and I laughed as well, brushing my white-blond beard against the side of her breast next to her armpit, leaving a kiss there. Her laughter was replaced with a sensual sigh, and when I looked over at her, she was biting her lip, smiling at me.