BlowingitOff by Lexxie Couper Page A

coming, I’m
coming.”
    Will laughed back. “Not yet, dickhead.”
    “Idiot,” Damon choked out with a grin. He snatched up the
tube of lube and squeezed the cool liquid onto his fingers, painting it over
Phoebe’s hole without delay. She bucked, a whimper sounding from her, Will’s
groan echoing her response, and then slowly, so very slowly, began to lower
herself down Will’s length, arching her back, her arse thrusting backward…
    And Damon speared his cock into her hole.
     
    He stretched her to her limits. A burning sting radiated
from Phoebe’s sensitive flesh, painful and exquisitely pleasurable all at once.
Phoebe gasped, her instinctual buck plunging Will’s erection deeper still into
her sex. His fingers raked at her hips, his moan an aural aphrodisiac that made
her already pounding heart thump harder.
    “Ah fuck, you are so tight, Masters,” Damon ground out,
slowly sinking farther into her backside. “So tight…”
    Will’s cock twitched in her pussy, an urgent spasm she
recognized as approaching release. He had always been the one to last the
longest, but something told Phoebe the caress of Damon’s cock on his through
her thin inner wall was pushing him faster than ever toward detonation. She
rode their cocks, throwing back her head as Will claimed one breast with a firm
hand and the other with his sucking mouth. As Damon found her clit with his
fingers and pinched and teased and pulled.
    As they pumped into her—again, again, again. Stretching her,
filling her with each thrust and stroke.
    Oh God, she wouldn’t last much longer. This was too…too…
    Intense.
    Perfect.
    Right.
    It was all so right. Perfectly, intensely right.
    “Jesus, Will,” Damon’s voice was strained, “I’m so close to
blowing my load.”
    The confession—honest and unashamed—sent jolts of erotic tension
into Phoebe’s core. Almost as powerful as the bliss of their duel lengths
inside her.
    “Fuck, Masters…I can’t hold on.” Damon’s groans raked her
senses, a heartbeat before she felt his cock spasm deep inside her rectum. His
rhythm turned wild, as wild as Will’s pumping thrusts.
    Their savage loss of control was all it took. Pleasure
engulfed her. Total and absolute. Detonating in her core and surging through
her limbs. Consuming her. Possessing her. Her sex constricted, pulses of
release pumping her cream over Will’s masterful shaft. Her anus squeezed
Damon’s cock, gripped it tight as she writhed against them both.
    Unable to stop herself, she arched back, the force of her
climax taking her by surprise. Will groaned, the sound vibrating through her as
her cunt constricted and pulsed around his pumping length.
    “Fuck, Phoebe,” Damon panted…seconds before he came in her
arse, fingers digging into her hips as lost himself to his climax. And still
she rode them both, milking them of their seed until Damon’s thrusts into her
arse faded and Will’s penetrations grew still.
    Until it was just her orgasm that remained, a throbbing
pulse between her thighs. An orgasm that told her exactly what her answer to
Damon’s earlier proposal had to be.
    “Holy shit,” Damon mumbled against her back.
    “You can say that again,” came Will’s response, his lips
grazing the side of her neck.
    With a laugh, Damon withdrew from Phoebe’s backside, the
action sending electric fingers of pleasurable friction into her center. She
let out a low whimper, loving the sensation.
    “Think you better get used to hearing me say it, mate. I get
the feeling I’m going to be repeating myself quite often in the future,” Damon
said.
    Before Phoebe could respond, Will lifted his head from the
crock of her neck and gazed up at her, his stare so intent she felt it caress
her very soul. “Something tells me you’re correct, Stretch.”
    Pheobe’s heart raced faster. She stared at him, her throat
thick.
    Damon plonked down beside her, pinning her with an
unwavering gaze. “We’re not taking no for an answer,