Threesome

*This was it*, Celeste thought.

She had never had a threesome with two men. Heck, her first threesome ever had been back in the Red Room with a man and another woman.

But she was going through a breakup. It had been a whirlwind romance, and the best way she knew to get over it was to sleep with another man. Or in this case, men.

She approached the door and knocked tentatively. Butterflies raged in her stomach, beating furiously, like they were trying to escape. She partially wondered if she should leave, but no—she was far too curious about this. Being taken by two men had always been on her sex bucket list.

Yes, a sex bucket list.

Many of the items had been crossed off over the years, but this one had taunted her for a while. Finding two men willing to participate had been harder than she expected. And now that she found them, she couldn’t pass it up.

The door pulled open, and Mario smiled at her, quickly ushering her inside. By way of greeting, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, completely relaxing her.

“I’m glad you came,” he said.

“Me too.”

He lead her further into his place, a house she hadn’t visited before. She had only been with this man one other time—at her friend’s New Year’s party. They had fucked in the basement as the ball dropped—hitting their climax together.

She had gotten his number that night, but they never met up again—until now.

Mario’s friend sat on the couch in the living room, the back of his head being all that Celeste could see… A head of hair that seemed far too familiar. He stood and turned around, causing Celeste’s arm hairs to stand on end.

It was him. An ex from long ago. The one she had hoped to see at the New Year’s party that night. But he didn’t show. She took her pain out on Mario in the basement—or in that case, her pleasure.

“Celeste?”

“Jon?”

They said it at the same time and Mario stood back, looking between the two of them.

“You two know each other?” Without even needing an answer, understanding dawned on his face. “Oh. This is your ex Celeste.”

Jon only smiled. “And this is New Year’s Celeste.”

She crinkled her nose. “So we’ve all fucked, and now none of us will increase our number. I see that as a win.”

“Is this going to be an issue with you two being exes and not ending so… amicably?” Mario asked.

Celeste looked Jon up and down. It didn’t end well, and part of her still hurt over the whole exchange, but she had one good hate fuck left in her.

“Not a problem for me,” she said.

Jon smirked and looked over at Mario. “Celeste likes to angry fuck.”

Mario only looked concerned before taking a step toward Celeste and brushing a lock of hair off her face. She relaxed into his touch. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers again.

His hand skimmed her waist, and she sighed against his mouth, her own hands sliding along his chest and down to his pants. She worked at his buckle before dipping her fingers into the waistband of his pants and dropping them to the floor, along with his boxers. He worked at the zipper on her dress, easing it off her body before making his way down her neck with his lips. His hands roamed her, grazing her breasts and brushing her nipples with his thumbs before traveling lower.

She stole a glance off to the side where Jon still stood. He had shed his own clothes and watched them, stroking himself.

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted him. Her body ached to fuck his again, and she would enjoy every ounce of hate sex she gave him.

Jon took a step forward and slapped her ass. She cried out, but it quickly turned into a moan when Mario sank a finger into her, his lips continuing their decent down her stomach.

For every gentle stroke Mario gave her, Jon met it with pain. He slapped her breasts before dropping his head and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard until she cried out.

Mario’s mouth found her clit and licked it gently.

Her body didn’t seem to know what it liked better—the pleasure or the pain.

Jon threaded his fingers through her hair and yanked it back, giving him access to her neck. He made a trail of wet kisses down her neck until he found her collarbone and gave her a teasing lick before trailing back up to her ear.

He whispered, “This is how I angry fuck you.”

She gasped when his hand slapped her ass again, bucking her forward into Mario’s mouth.

Mario curled his fingers into her, stroking her g-spot. Her legs buckled, but Jon expected it and wrapped an arm around her waist and caught her weight, holding her tightly against himself as Mario continued to lick at her.

Celeste cried out as pleasure washed through her. Her body clenched Mario’s fingers, which he continued to thrust into her aching body.

As waves continued to pulse through her, Mario pulled back and Jon hoisted her into his arms, carrying her to the living room and setting her down on a device that looked strangely like a saddle with an enormous dildo protruding from it.

“Get on,” he commanded.

She looked up at the two men who watched her, waiting for her to obey Jon’s commands. Despite the tone, she knew she was safe with these men.

She eased herself onto the dildo, her mouth dropping open as its colossal size pressed into her. Jon stepped forward, gripping the back of her head by the hair and easing his cock into her mouth.

“You were always good at sucking dick,” he said.

He was right. Not only was she good at it, she loved it. Especially his dick.

He held her head in place as he thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She moaned around him, his salty pre-cum sliding along her tongue.

Mario disappeared around her, and she heard him flip a switch. The saddle she sat on began vibrating, moving the dildo around inside of her.

Her eyes rolled back, the vibrations rubbing at her clit, her ass, and pressing into her g-spot simultaneously. Her body shook with the intensity, throwing her into orgasm after orgasm almost instantly. Jon’s dick continued to thrust into her throat, and she had a temporary reprieve when he pulled back before Mario replaced it with his.

She sucked at him, wanting him to feel the same pleasure that tore through her body. Mario’s touches were gentler. He caressed the side of her face, placed fingers on her jaw to lightly press her mouth open wider to allow him to press further down her throat; whereas Jon was rough. He had thrust and gripped at her hair, roughly pulling her where he wanted her to go. It was the man she knew in the past—the one who wanted her in every way possible—only now he was rougher. He was hate fucking.

Her eyes grew heavy as the men took turns fucking her throat, pinching her nipples, and slapping her ass, while the device tore orgasm upon orgasm out of her.

Hands grabbed her and pulled her roughly off the device—Jon’s hands—before setting her on top of a body on the floor—Mario’s. She didn’t have to look to know who she felt. In her pleasure-induced drunkenness, she struggled to keep her eyes open.

Mario’s hands soothed her sides, and he asked if she still wanted it.

“Yes,” she heard herself whisper. This was the greatest experience she had ever had. It couldn’t end now. She needed this more than anything else right now.

He eased himself into her and she moaned, her body at its peak.

Jon pressed her shoulder blades, so she leaned forward onto Mario. Jon’s finger pressed into her ass, and she moaned as she felt the slippery feeling of lube working its way around her entrance. A moment later, his finger pulled away and his cock pressed into her.

It was all impossibly tight. Two well-endowed men were inside of her, pressing into her cavities, making her tighter by the second.

She gripped at Mario’s shoulders, and he held her gently, giving even thrusts, while Jon’s movements were more frantic. He roughly thrust into her ass, not concerned about hurting her.

He knew her. He knew what she could handle, and she had no complaints.Her cries became louder with every thrust, and the masculine grunts around her told her they were both getting close to their release.

She didn’t know who came first, but hands gripped at her and bodies shuddered—hers included—as semen burst into her.

When everyone had come to rest, Jon pulled back first, and then helped her off Mario before dropping her back to the floor. He disappeared into the bathroom while she watched Mario, who still laid on the floor, breathing heavily.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Right?”

Jon came back out of the bathroom. “It’s been fun,” he said and then left.

Mario chuckled. “Would you like some dinner?”

Celeste stared at the door where Jon had left.

She hadn’t taken out her frustration on him. If one thing was for certain, it was that Jon had hate fucked her.

Her thighs still quivered from the exertion, and she was positive she wouldn’t be able to move, even if she had wanted to.

“Dinner would be amazing.”

To read more about Celeste’s adventures, check out the link in my profile.

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