Nicole Edwards - Travis

“Fuck me, Kylie. Ride my cock, baby. Ride me while you think about what it would be like to be downstairs right now, all eyes on you. They’d be watching your beautiful tits as you bounced up and down on my dick. Oh, fuuuckkk!”

“Travis, don’t stop,” she begged. “Keep talking.”

Oh, shit. Gage glanced down, noticing that he was jacking his cock faster, his fist squeezing tighter as he watched the two of them.

“Don’t you fucking come until you’re inside me,” Travis demanded, his voice reflecting the same strain Gage could see on his face. “I’m not coming until you do.”

You’d better hurry up then.

Gage wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out much longer.

“Is that what you want, Kylie? You want to ride my cock while I sit on the couch, and everyone watches you? Or maybe you’re sucking Gage’s dick while I pound into you from behind right there on the same couch Xander was on. Is that what you want?”

“Travis! Oh, God! I’m gonna come!”

“That’s it, Kylie. Fuck me. Harder. I want your pussy to clamp down on me when you come. Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes, oh, yes!”

Gage watched as Kylie slammed herself down over and over on Travis’ cock until her body stilled, Travis gripping her hips and holding her still as he thrust up inside of her, letting her ride out her orgasm.

Only seconds elapsed between Kylie’s first orgasm, and when Travis had her back on the bed, flat on her back while Travis stood at the edge, leaning over as he slid his tongue in her pussy.

“I can’t wait,” Gage informed him as he lubed his cock, although he wasn’t asking permission and Travis didn’t say a word.

He didn’t need to. Gage gripped Travis’ hip with one hand while he guided his cock into the blessed heat of Travis’ body, going slow at first only because he didn’t want to come too soon.

“So tight.” Gage stilled as soon as he was buried to the hilt. He held Travis’ hips, keeping the man from moving at all as he willed himself under control.

Once he could breathe again, he began pumping his hips, his fingers digging into Travis’ skin.

“Oh!” Kylie cried out, and Gage looked down to see Travis thrusting his tongue inside of her using the momentum Gage supplied.

Because he couldn’t control the need as it burned brighter and hotter, Gage began pounding into Travis, spurred on by Kylie’s eager moans, the way her tits bounced with each thrust of Travis’ tongue.

“So fucking good,” Gage said. “Your ass is so fucking tight. I love fucking you like this.”

Gage almost stumbled because Travis moved, taking a step closer to the bed as he yanked Kylie to the edge, lifting her legs and then ramming his cock into her.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Gage!” Travis choked the words out and Gage gritted his teeth, resuming his pace and slamming into him harder, faster. Harder.

In one hand, Travis had Kylie’s ankles lifted up high, his other holding his upper body off of the bed, his legs bent, his thighs hard, solid lines as he held himself so that every punishing thrust from Gage sent Travis pounding into Kylie over and over again as the bed shook beneath her.

“Gage,” Travis called his name, but Gage didn’t slow his pace.

Kylie’s sudden scream sent a powerful shudder through him, and Gage dug his hands into Travis’ hips as he slammed into him once, twice, a third time. “Fucking coming,” he growled as his body stilled.

“Fuck yes,” Travis’ ass gripped him, another rush of sensation flooding through his body as Travis came with him.

A few minutes later, the three of them were on the bed, naked and sated and staring at the ceiling. Aside from falling onto the bed and pulling Kylie toward the middle, so she didn’t end up on the floor, none of them had moved.

“I’d like to make a request.” Kylie’s words were punctuated by her labored breaths.

“What’s that?” Gage asked at the same time Travis did, both of them turning to look at her.

“Instead of porn, I think we should take in some live shows. And then, once we’ve had our fill, one of you could tell me a bedtime story.”

Gage glanced over at Travis, meeting his gaze, both of them grinning at each other. “And what are you going to do for us?” Travis asked.

Kylie turned her head, looking first at Travis and then over to Gage, before looking back up at the ceiling. “I figured I’d be the score keeper. Right now, I think the score is Kylie: one thousand. Gage and Travis: one hundred. I think you boys have some catching up to do. But don’t worry, we’ve got some time.”

“That we do,” Gage said, a smile tipping his lips.

“We’ve got forever,” Kylie added as she reached down and linked their fingers with hers.

“Damn straight,” Travis growled. “It might not be long enough, but it’ll have to do.”