24. Saskia

Chapter 24

Saskia

I’ve lost count of the number of orgasms I’ve had, but I know I want more.

Need more.

Never want to stop having orgasms, actually.

I’m practically incoherent, my blood coursing through my veins, chest heaving with every breath. They’ve well and truly scrambled my brain, and all I can do is squirm in the middle of the bed while they stand at the foot of it, watching over me.

What the hell are they waiting for?

“Should we take a break?” Henry asks, and a thin whine catches in the back of my throat. “We need your words, darling.”

“No, no, no.” I get up on my knees and shuffle towards them, cupping their cheeks in my palms. Rough stubble has grown in while we’ve been ignoring the world, and they look hotter than ever. “I want you now. Both of you.”

Casper laughs. “Henry, she can handle it. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“So sure.” I run my hands down their chests to their stomachs, and when they both groan deeply, I wonder if it’s them who should be taking a break, not me.

“Do I have your permission to fuck her?” Casper asks Henry, looping an arm around his shoulder.

“It’s not my permission you need. It’s hers.”

“Can I, angel?”

This would be the perfect moment to get my revenge, to tell them no, they can’t touch me now. They wouldn’t be happy about it, but I know they’d respect my wishes. But no, I couldn’t do that, because right now there is nothing I want more than both of them inside me.

Holy crap, this is actually happening.

All my dirtiest wishes are about to come true, and I don’t know where to begin. The possibilities are… well, not endless, but certainly extensive.

It never occurred to me, because I never actually thought this would happen, to think about who should go in what order, or where. Casper certainly has the most experience with anal, at least with me, but I don’t want Henry to think I don’t want that from him.

“You can,” I tell Casper. “But we left the lube downstairs. Can you grab it, please?”

He heads for the door, and I pull Henry closer, knowing I don’t have long.

“Henry, would it be OK if…” I trail off.

Oh gosh, this is awkward to ask.

“What is it, darling?”

“It’s just, this is goodbye for me and Casper, so I want to experience as much as possible with him before he leaves.”

Henry bites down on his bottom lip, and I can practically feel the heat pouring off of him. I love how much this is turning him on. He grips my shoulders while I reach down and begin stroking his semi-hard length.

“You and I have all the time in the world to explore together. Tonight is all about you, so you can fuck whoever you want, however you want.”

“Thank you,” I beam up at him, grateful he understands.

He moves to sit at the head of the bed, guiding me up towards him, then angles his knees out to the side and pats his thigh.

“Rest your head here,” he says. “I want you to watch me get hard again while he fucks you from behind.”

Obediently, I get into position, keeping my knees together and my shoulders low. Henry scoops my hair away from my face and strokes it gently. This could just as easily be the two of us getting ready for an evening of fun together, but the door opens behind me and a shiver zips down my spine.

“Holy fuck,” Casper groans when he sees me bent over, ass high in the air and waiting for him.

“Casper,” Henry says. “You’re up, mate.”

Casper tosses the bottle of lube onto the bed and crouches behind me to fill my aching pussy with his tongue. My back arches but Henry palms the side of my head, keeping me pinned to his thigh.

With his other hand, as promised, he caresses himself, stroking his balls, then his shaft, working himself back to full stiffness.

It’s a beautiful thing to witness up close, and I take mental notes on the kind of touch and pressure he likes.

Casper gives me his fingers next, spreading my wetness all around and stroking my clit with the deft precision he’s honed over the years. He knows exactly how to tease me and keep me on the edge, but this isn’t that. This is the touch of a man who wants me to fall apart, and fast.

“Don’t fight it,” he says. “Come on these fingers, then I’ll fuck you right through it.”

My mouth opens against Henry’s thigh, and he angles his cock to smear pre-cum over my lips.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he says, his grip tightening in my hair. “Come for your husband, then we’ll give you everything you want.”

He knows it’s over with Casper, but hearing him say the word ‘husband’ adds an extra filthy layer to all of this. The idea of another man joining us in bed, telling us both what to do to each other, is something I’ve always found unspeakably hot.

And just like that, Henry reads my mind.

“Spank her cunt,” he tells Casper, and it only takes one sharp smack for me to fall apart, my thighs trembling as my orgasm floods through every part of me. He doesn’t stop there, and I take three, four, five while gasping for air.

Henry wraps his hand around my neck, just enough to keep me from moving. “Shhh, good girl. You can take it.”

“I don’t know why you’re shushing her,” Casper laughs, bringing his hand down to spank one ass-cheek and then the other. “I love to hear her get loud.”

He adjusts his position and thrusts deep inside me, his own pleasure roaring out of him as he begins to fuck me hard.

Henry strokes himself right in front of me, and while I watch his face, his is solely focused on watching Casper.

His expression shifts subtly, from lust to confusion, then back again, and I feel blessed to witness whatever he’s going through right now. He bites his lip and squeezes himself hard.

“God, I’m so fucking close already,” Casper moans. “Are you ready to take my cock in your ass, angel?”

He grips both cheeks firmly and spreads me apart, tapping the plug I’ve been wearing this entire time.

I wiggle my hips back towards him as Henry slaps the head of his cock against my tongue. I wish he’d give me more of it, but he keeps my head still, and I can tell he’s enjoying teasing me with it.

“Henry, lie down,” Casper says, and from behind me I hear him squirting lube into his palm and coating himself with it.

Henry shifts down the bed, his legs between mine, nudging them apart until I’m hovering above him, ready to sit down for the ride of my life. He rubs his swollen head against my clit, and I throw my head back, certain I could come again just from that light pressure.

Instead, I cover his hand with mine and guide him inside me, gasping at the fullness I feel just from him and the toy. His breath shudders and he pulls me down to kiss him. We stay like that for a minute, Casper’s hands roaming my backside as he watches us.

“Fuck, that’s a good view,” he says. “I love this plug in you. Remember Paris?”

“I remember,” I moan, and Henry bites my lip.

Casper eases it out gently, sets it on the nightstand, then lines himself up behind me. Henry reaches down to help spread me apart, and I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.

“Relax baby. Just breathe,” Casper says, nudging the head of his lubed up cock inside.

“Look at me. I want to see your face when we both fill you,” Henry pleads, and I lift a little. Our mouths are so close, our moans mingle as we feel the pressure of Casper easing all the way in.

One man inside me is heaven, two is blowing my mind. I feel so incredibly full, so overwhelmed by the sensation.

Henry squeezes his eyes shut, and when I look back over my shoulder, Casper does the same, breathing deeply as he adjusts to the pressure. We’ve done this before with toys, but that was nothing like this. This is another level, so intense I can’t think straight.

“Oh my god,” I groan. “It’s too good. I don’t—”

“Do you want us to stop?” Henry asks.

“No, but I don’t think I can move.”

Casper’s warm hand strokes up and down my spine. “It’s OK, angel, we’ve got you. Sit up a little and we’ll take care of you.”

I plant my hands on either side of Henry’s head, and they both grip my hips at the same time. Glancing down, I see them entwined there, working together to lift me up and down. Their hips begin to thrust slowly in tandem until we find a rhythm that works.

Henry looks up at me, fighting to focus as he loses himself to his own pleasure. “Look at you. My beautiful girl. His girl. Taking us both so well.”

They pick up their pace, working together to get all of us there at the same time. I close my eyes and give into every sensation. The stretch of my body. The sounds of their moans.The taste of sweat on Henry's skin.

When another orgasm begins to build inside me, I don’t reach down and force myself to get there fast, I let myself come like a river. A smooth flow rather than a crashing wave, my body floating along, guided by something outside of my control.

“Where do you want us?” Henry asks.

“Fill me with come,” I whimper, the tingling gold rush flooding my limbs as I drop into another plane of existence and let them use my body for their own gains.

Their hands grip and grab at me, and at each other. I lay my head on Henry’s shoulder as they fuck me hard, their gasping moans filling my ears. The sensation of them pouring into me simultaneously is like nothing I ever could have imagined.

Henry hugs me tight to his chest and Casper topples forward, sandwiching me between them and capturing Henry’s mouth with his. I come down to the sound of their kisses, and I know this is one Christmas I’ll never forget.