Behind her, Khalid was making her crazy. Her hips writhed as he added to the sharp slaps against her ass by reaching between her thighs and tapping heatedly against the overly sensitive flesh of her pussy.
He kept each forceful caress at the edge of pleasure and pain. Never enough in each direction. Teasing her, making her reach for more, beg for it as she cried around Chase's erection.
"So pretty, Kia," Chase whispered, his head lifting to stare back at her as she felt Khalid's slick fingers running between the cleft of her rear. Heavily lubricated, they tucked against the little hole there, pressing as he patted and slapped her gently with the opposite hand.
A heavy caress on one cheek, and one finger slipped into the tiny entrance he caressed. A slap to the other cheek, and another finger slipped into her. Moved. Stroked. Within seconds he was parting her gently, little scissoring motions of his fingers that had her begging silently, staring up at Chase as he filled her mouth with his cock.
She needed. She needed to be fucked. Taken. So hard.
"Fuck her, Khalid," Chase whispered.
Khalid paused. "Like this?" His fingers slid deeper inside her.
Chase shook his head. "Fuck her. I want her there." He stared down at Kia. "Trust me?"
With everything she was, everything inside her.
His jaw clenched for long seconds. "No condom," he whispered. "I want to take you there, bare, Kia. I'm dying for you. Just bare."
Khalid seemed to still behind her. A second later, his fingers slid free of her as Chase eased his cock from her lips.
She was dazed. She watched Chase as he straightened her until he could cup her face, lay his lips against hers.
"I'm protected," she whispered. "You can take me. Come inside me. However you want."
His eyes closed. Clenched.
"Just like this." He kissed her, pulled at her lower lip, stroked his tongue over it. "Like this, Kia."
He turned her to Khalid.
Gentle black eyes stared back at her as she straddled his hips. Her breath caught as she felt the first touch of his sheathed cock against her.
Khalid brought her head down as Chase moved behind her, until his lips were against her ear.
"Close your eyes," he said tenderly.
Her eyes closed as he slid deeper inside her, his hips working his cock into her.
"He has never, in all the years I have known him, taken a lover in such a way. With no covering. With no distance." Khalid's voice was so soft she could barely hear the words.
"Kia." Chase touched her rear, spread her cheeks, and watched as Khalid finally lodged inside her to the hilt.
"He sees me inside you." He kissed her ear with the utmost gentleness. "Ah, sweet one. There will be few times he will allow me this pleasure."
She clenched around his cock as she felt the hard crest of Chase's erection tucking against her rear opening.
"Hold on to me, little one."
Her hands were pressed against his shoulders. Her nails curled against them at his order.
She whimpered at the feel of the hot, iron-hard flesh moving against her.
"His face is twisted in ecstasy," Khalid spoke against her ear. "Tight. Savage. He will lose control once he buries inside you."
She shivered, shuddered as she heard Chase groan behind her.
"I will enjoy being gripped by your hottest flesh this one time." He kissed her cheek. "I fear, never again."
"Chase!" She cried out his name as the head of his cock sank within her, passing the taut, tight ring of tissue, flaring it open as he snarled her name.
"Kia, little one. Easy." Khalid's hands tightened on her hips as he bucked beneath her. "Chase. She's too snug for this," he groaned.
"No. No." Her nails dug into his shoulders. "Don't stop. Please. Please don't stop."
Chase was bare, hot. She could feel every ridge of his cock, every throb of blood through the heavy veins as he worked the thick flesh inside her.
"Kia. God, how does he bear this pleasure?" Khalid was panting beneath her. "So sweet. So sweet."
She clenched, milked the cock she held captive as Chase burrowed deeper into her ass, taking her, sliding inside her, slowly, easily. Until she held every hard inch. Bare. So hot. So wicked.
Hard hands clenched on her hips, her waist.
She felt sweat drip on her back.
"Kia. You must tell me," Khalid panted. "If it's too rough. You must tell me."
She could feel the tension in the air, tight in their bodies.
"Ah God." Chase seemed to shudder behind her.
"Chase!" Khalid's voice was like a whip. Equal parts tormented pleasure and concern.
"Shut up," she cried.
She moved, feeling them both groan, hearing it. Their cocks moved inside her, shifted, throbbed.