Page 55 of Diary from an Inked Throne

I laughed, but I was kind of intrigued.

Luca groaned into my breast. “Don’t look at us like you’re wondering if we actually could fuck you with a banana.”

I lifted onto my elbows so I could see better. “But aren’t you kind of curious now? Like, would it be hard enough? Or would it just turn into mush?”

Lynx stood, undoing his pants, a grin on his handsome face. “I think I’ll just fuck you with my banana instead.”

Luca shoved him. “You did not just say that. If guys can get the ick, you totally just gave it to me.”

Lynx took his cock out and waved it toward Luca’s face. “Eat my banana, Luca.”

There was more teasing, but I felt something deep inside me relax. Muscles I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding too tight.

I laughed, enjoying that this had gone from deeply erotic to fun and playful. I wanted that in my partners. Sex was supposed to be fun.

And apparently, discussing whether the bananas in the fruit bowl were ripe enough to use as a dildo was fun to me.

I reached for Lynx, wrapping my fingers around his “banana” and guiding him to my entrance. “Stop flirting with him and fuck me.”

He leaned over me and ran his tongue up my neck. “Say less.”

He slid into me, and I shouted at the intrusion. He was so much bigger than the strawberries or his fingers. I bit my lip, shifting my hips to meet his thrusts. He sank deep into each one, and it was delicious.

I turned my head, finding Luca standing beside us, his gaze wandering all over my well-sucked nipples and my body that held only the remains of the fruit they’d smeared all over me. “Want to double banana me?”

He stared at me. “Well, now you’ve both given me the ick. Look.” He undid his pants. “You’ve shriveled my hard-on.”

I laughed at him because he was full of shit. His dick was rock-hard, and I ran my hand up and down his length, stroking the velvet of his skin. He closed his eyes, his abs flexing as he rocked into my grip over and over.

I twisted and grabbed his ass, drawing him to the very edge of the table so I could take his cock in my mouth.

He hissed, sinking inside, and I moaned at the sensation of having Lynx fucking me between my legs while I had Luca’s cock in my mouth. I lost rhythm between the two of them, and Luca took over, thrusting into me, driving deep to the back of my throat with his hands in my hair, guiding the tilt and angle of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re too fucking good at that. I need to come.”

I wanted him to. Wanted to taste him. I squeezed his balls, reaching my fingers back to stroke the sensitive spot between them and his ass.

His palm hit the table hard, supporting his weight and he shouted, unloading into my mouth, “Fuck, Nyah, I’m going to choke you!”

But he wasn’t. He sprayed cum down the back of my throat, and I swallowed it all, licking the tip of him until he was completely clean.

“I can’t watch you do that and not need to come too,” Lynx bit out, his voice gruff, all traces of laughter gone from his voice.

He leaned over me, covering my body with his, so he could kiss me.

I was sure I tasted of strawberries and Luca’s cum, but he just moaned as if he liked it.

Which only turned me on more.

He put his hand between us, stroking my clit, the pleasure inside me already right there, on the verge of being set free. Each thrust of his hips grew faster, harder, until the solid table below us jolted over the kitchen tiles every time it hit Lynx’s solid thighs. He’d probably have bruises, but if he was in pain, he didn’t show it. His body slammed into mine, his fingers working magic circles on my clit until there wasn’t a chance I could hold out another second.

“Oh!” I clutched his arms, digging my fingernails into his back, scratching them down his spine as I fell apart.

I was pretty sure he said something that sounded a lot like, “Oh, thank fuck,” and I laughed through my orgasm, because clearly he’d been in agony, trying to hold on but determined to make me come first.

We came together, pulsing and spasming, his body wrapped tight in mine, him kissing me until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

All there was, was feelings.