32. Thirty-two

Joey

Desperation takes over us when we finally make it inside the house. No words are exchanged between us, and they don"t need to be. Heat rises in all of our eyes and it"s clear what we all want. We take turns pinning each other to the wall, crashing our mouths together. At times Isaiah and Carlos even attack my mouth at the same time and all three of our tongues tangle together.

Being covered in blood and sweat doesn"t keep us from ripping one another"s clothes off. We could all use a shower, but our desire outweighs our patience. It"s hard to ever have any when it comes to either of these men, especially now. Isaiah slides each side of the lace bodice over my nipples, taking each one into his mouth.

The sensation of his teeth biting over my hard nubs becomes overwhelming when Carlos licks down my body, lapping at my cock through the thin material of the romper. I moan as he pulls the front material to the side, brushing his hand over my length as it jolts free from the constricting fabric. He licks at my slit, lapping around my tip as Isaiah continues to stimulate my nipples with his fingers and mouth.

Who knew sex could be this way? It was always amazing with Isaiah, but with Carlos added to the mix it"s out of this world. Isaiah moves behind my body as Carlos continues pleasuring my cock with his mouth. A warm tongue slips between my cheeks and Isaiah spreads me apart to gain better access to my hole. I shudder as he thrusts inside me with his tongue, sucking and nibbling at my pucker. My legs are unsteady, and I have to grip onto the wall as Carlos takes me to the back of his throat.

My stomach tenses as it all becomes too much, and my body is exploding with pleasure. Heat escalates through me and the room spins. Both men continue to work magic with their mouths sending me on higher planes. Is this what heaven feels like?

I sink my bottom lip between my teeth and my toes curl. The tingling sensation takes hold of my legs and my cock throbs in Carlos's mouth, shooting cum down his throat. He"s sure to collect everything with his lips and tongue. He laps at my cock like a starved man and Isaiah"s tongue stays buried inside me sending my body into a trembling frenzy. Soft kisses move up the front of my body and Carlos"s wet, warm lips occasionally come in contact with my skin in the places the lace doesn"t cover.

"We"re not done yet, Little one. Ready to go into the bedroom?"

I nod frantically. "Yes."

My body is lifted with gentle, strong arms and my eyes flutter closed while I"m being carried to the room. The cool sheets are soothing on my heated skin. I slowly scoot back against the headboard eyeing Isaiah"s large, dripping cock with predatory eyes. My mouth waters as he crawls toward me on the bed.

"You hungry for me, baby?"

"Starving," I say, reaching for his jolting cock.

He shakes his head, clicking his tongue. "Hands to your side, Roo. The rules don"t change unless I say they do. Flip your body to where your feet are touching the headboard, baby, I want you lying flat on your back."

I spin my body around, scooting down the bed with my head close to the foot of it. Isaiah climbs over my body, crawling backwards until his cock is hanging over my mouth. I grip the cotton sheets between my fingers, and try my best to keep my arms to my sides. I lift my head a little and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue. Suddenly, I"m thirsty.

His cock slides over my lips and I lick at the beaded precum, moaning as he pushes his way inside. Shuffling comes from behind me and Isaiah arches his body, whimpering. The bed shakes behind me and Isaiah"s body rocks forward. His face rests on my right thigh as his body writhes against my mouth. I gag on his cock, loving the burn in my throat. Being helpless and confined to the bed has my cock almost coming to life again from the surge of excitement. Skins slaps against skin above me as Carlos pounds his cock into Isaiah"s ass. I hate that I can"t see it. I close my eyes as Isaiah continues to fuck my mouth and, in my mind, I visualize them coming together as their breathing grows heavy above me.

Isaiah"s cock twitches as he hits the back of my throat, shooting thick ropes down it. I gag, doing my best to swallow it all down as it comes. He pulls away from my mouth and I gasp, feeling lightheaded in the best way. My throat is raw, and the taste of Isaiah is strong on my tongue.

Isaiah mewls and grips on to my legs, squeezing tight as Carlos chases his own orgasm. Carlos lets out a few groans slowing down his thrusts and then the bed goes still. Isaiah collapses beside me, laughing. "Fuck and I thought I was tired before. Definitely going to sleep well tonight."

"Not until after we shower," Carlos says in a demanding tone.

"I don"t think I can move," I say, my words raspy.

Isaiah laughs and pulls me against him, rubbing my back. "I"m sorry, baby, I should be taking better care of you." He kisses my face and runs his fingers through my hair.

"We both should be, I think you"ve had the rougher end of it tonight," Carlos says, handing me a glass of water. "For your throat. You two relax while I start the shower."

"We need to invest in a bigger tub," I say lazily. Carlos"s laughter carries through the room even after he"s already in the bathroom.

"With the size of Carlos, we may need a bigger everything soon," Isaiah says, kissing me on the lips.

"All right, shower"s ready," Carlos yells from the hallway.

"Don"t worry, Roo, you know I got you." Isaiah lifts me in his arms, carrying me to the shower. He helps me out of my romper after my feet hit the cold tile. Carlos is already under the hot water with his naked muscular body on complete display.

Luckily his shower is bigger than ours back home, but it"s still a pretty tight fit when Isaiah and I step in behind him. We all take turns washing each other"s bodies. I stay in the middle most of the time, needing to have both of their hands on me. Carlos washes my back side while Isaiah washes my front. I lean my face into Carlos" neck, yawning. "Almost done, Little one, someone still needs their hair washed." Long strong fingers caress my scalp while another person"s moves up and down the back of my head. I practically melt where I stand.

I close my eyes, dozing off for a few seconds. My eyes flash open when the shower turns off. A towel wraps around me and they both guide me to the bed. Carlos pulls off the top sheet, tossing it to the floor and grabs a folded blanket from a nearby chair. I crawl onto the mattress, collapsing onto the soft, clean sheets, burying my face in the pillow. A large thick blanket is draped over my body and two warm bodies cage me in. I turn to my side as large arms and two legs are wrapped around me. I blink sleepily, smiling at Carlos. "Will you come home with us to Kansas?"

He brushes my hair behind my ear and presses a kiss to my forehead. "If that"s what you both want. There isn"t much for me here besides an empty house with zero memories."

"It"s what we both want," Isaiah says from behind me, reaching for Carlos"s hand.

"It"s what we both need," I say, holding onto Carlos"s stare.

"It"s what I need too," he whispers.

I realize that before I was in paradise and now, I"ve officially reached Nirvana.