Page 49 of Hell’s Weapon

Wyatt leans against me harder, he’s just as hard as me. Even through the joggers we’re both wearing I can tell he’s thicker than I am. But I can’t focus on his dick when he moves the hand he’d kept on my wrist. It slides under mine and this time we both push into Tacita. Her eyes widen at the intrusion. The stretch of her core is tighter around our combined fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her cries ring out as Wyatt pushes my fingers higher into her g-spot as we pull back.

“If you can take my cock, you can handle both our hands,” he tells her. “And use your other thumb on her clit,” he instructs me.

Doing as he says, I bring my other hand to her pelvis, gently parting her folds to expose the nub sitting near the top. Starting slow but trying mimicking the same pattern she was doing earlier, I rub small circles around the sensitive area.

“That’s it, good boy,” Wyatt praises as Tacita’s head drops back and her body starts to visibly coil. I think she’s about to come.

He pushes our fingers deeper, harder into her and I take every ounce of concentration I can to keep my rhythm and pressure on her clit consistent.

The muscles in her thighs strain and her walls tighten before she cries out, the orgasm washing over her body. Wyatt keeps our hands moving but slows the pace as she comes down from the high we’ve just delivered before he pulls free.

He brings his fingers to my lips so I can suck them clean and in a moment of confidence I do the same to him. He eagerly sucks them in and swirls his tongue around them. I try to duplicate his movements, hoping that the moan he releases as my fingers pop free of his mouth means that I’ve succeeded.

“My turn to play.” Tacita sits up, swinging to her knees, and eyes alight once more with lust.

She uses one hand on each of us, diving beneath our clothing and gripping naked flesh. She strokes us both, the head of my cock grows sticky as precum leaks out.

“Get these off.” Her hand pulls free and she tugs on my waistband. “You too, Wyatt.” Now that she’s come, she’s flipping the tables, taking charge, and I am slightly surprised to see Wyatt stay quiet and simply follow her orders.

Stepping off the bed, I slip free of my joggers. Momentary panic has me freezing when I see Wyatt already naked. He is indeed bigger than I am. In girth and length. And his cock is decorated with five rungs of piercings.

I am not small, but probably average. If Tacita likes guys like Wyatt, she’s going to be disappointed with me. And what if he judges me too?

“Come back here,” Tacita reaches for me, pulling me back onto the mattress.

Wyatt’s hand comes to my waist as I kneel, his palm gripping onto my skin. “What are you going to do with us, Mo Stór?”

“Give me a second,” she says before dipping her head. She envelopes Wyatt’s cock with her mouth first. His guttural moan gets cut short as she pulls off. I don’t have any time to process what her game is before her wet mouth is sinking over me. It takes effort not to come immediately, my core tightening to force my dick to hold back.

Her tongue swirls my foreskin a couple of times before she pops off me as well.

“There, you’re both nice and wet. Now, scoot closer.” She straightens to allow us to follow her instructions.

I try to not let my cock rub up against Wyatt’s but it’s impossible with our proximity. Not that it matters. For Tacita wraps her hand around us both and clamps us together in her fist. She can’t make her fingers touch around our combined girths, but she has enough grip that our cocks are pressed firmly up against the other.

“I bet those piercings will feel good up against you as much as they felt good inside me,” she says as she strokes us both together. Indeed, the movement sends shivers up my spine as the rungs of Wyatt’s ladder move along the shaft of my dick.

It’s impossible to stay immobile, for either of us, and soon we’re both thrusting alongside her hand moving up and down. It feels euphoric, sublime, like nothing I have felt before.

Flicking my gaze between the both of them, I can see my own pleasure reflected back in Wyatt’s face. His gaze set on me, a string of expletives coming out of his mouth.

Tacita, considering she’s simply facilitating this seems to be getting pleasure out of it too. Her breathing has increased again, causing her tits to move so invitingly that I want to use my mouth on them. I settle for my hand instead. Bringing it up and testing the pressure with which I can play with her nipples and the mounds.

She moves her free hand to between her legs and starts touching herself once more. Holy fuck, she really is into this.

Soon all three of us are sharing panting breaths, thrusting and groaning, sweat slicking our skin. It’s too much, I’m feeling too much. Hot and cold, like I’m being thrown into an electric storm and dragged under the waves of a turbulent ocean all at once.

My cock erupts first, sending streams of cum over all three of us, and running down into Tacita’s hand still gripped around both our lengths.

The extra slickness seems to send Wyatt over the edge as he comes too, and simultaneously Tacita gets herself there, leaning her head onto my shoulder as the waves of pleasure crest through her body.

Breaking apart, we all sit back onto our haunches as best as we can on the tiny bed, catching our breaths. The air hangs heavy with something, I can’t pull the name of it from my fogged brain. That was one of the most intense moments of my life. I wish I could tell them both how much I’m feeling right now, but I know that my voice won’t comply. It doesn’t work like that. It’s often not about wanting to, but rather an unlocking of something in my fucked-up brain that dictates when my vocal chords can work.

Tacita is the first to move, getting off the bed and heading straight to the bathroom. The door closing says enough about what she wants–to be left alone.

Wyatt’s hand comes to my shoulder as I watch the empty space my roommate just moved through. “Are you okay?”