Maddy Collated: The Complete Trilogy (14 page)

Sam cried out, his hips surging up into Chet's mouth, his hands frantically trying to undress his best friend, but Chet worked his cock as though he were starving and needed Sam's cum to live. His tongue snaked out, licking up and down Sam's shaft, lapping at his balls before retreating and letting his tight lips milk the head of Sam's cock.

Maddy
took pity on Sam. For a guy like Chet, sex probably
was
a competition. Kneeling down behind Chet, she worked him out of his shirt as he bobbed his head over Sam's cock, then she undid his pants and shoved them down. His magnificent ass clenched and released with each pump of his head, and she found herself squeezing and caressing it even as Sam pulled Chet off of him.

"She said
together
," he gasped, his voice hoarse. "We can't keep a lady waiting. That would be rude."

Without any preamble, Sam launched himself from the couch and grabbed Chet. Together they tumbled to her living room floor, grasping, grabbing, tangled limbs and warring cocks. Sam flipped over and fastened himself to Chet's erection, sucking for all he was worth. Now it was Chet's turn to groan and buck, the pleasure too much for him to contain.

Maddy
had never been so hot. Her skin felt like it was on fire, the space between her legs wet and sticky as a jungle. She'd never seen anything so erotic as Sam and Chet, mostly undressed, sucking on each other and splayed out against her carpet. She watched, fascinated, as Sam gulped Chet down. She knew from experience that Chet was a little bigger than Sam, but Sam was swallowing him down as if he'd been doing it for years. Her mouth went dry when she saw his throat bulge with Chet's intruding erection, and Chet's moans increased in pitch and intensity, buzzing around Sam's cock.

Her hand had somehow found its way back into her pants. Deftly,
Maddy
circled her slippery clit with a frantic, fast-paced finger. It stood at attention, aching for stimulation, and her quivering inner walls grasped and clenched at nothing. She was empty and she needed to be filled. She couldn't stand the thought of going unfulfilled tonight. At the base of her spine, all her tension, all her worry and fear, everything that had been building up over the week sat, coiled and tight, and she knew instinctively that there was only one way to release that tension. She needed to come, and she needed to do it with Sam or Chet or both of them buried deep inside her. She wanted to milk them dry with her body, wanted to be sandwiched between them. On her floor they thrashed and moaned, thrusting and grasping, the soft, wet sounds of their mouths slicking and moving over each other's cocks loud in the quiet. Her television, muted, threw black and blue shadows over the walls, and they writhed and danced in the light.

Maddy
wanted to touch them. They were like two hard, perfect specimens, wrestling for dominance, urging each other toward completion. Still working her aching clit, she leaned down and let her hand slide over Sam's ass.

At her touch, Sam groaned. He didn't seem to know which way he wanted to go—further into Chet's mouth, or back into
Maddy's
hands.
Maddy
had never done anything with a man's ass before, and she wasn't certain she was going to now. But she wanted to do something for Sam. Reaching down, she slid her hand over the rounded mound of his ass and between his legs. Hot and moist, she tickled the space between his ass and balls, then reached down and cupped his testicles. They lay heavy and full in her hand, jerking with each thrust of Sam's hips. Gently she squeezed them,
then
gave them a soft pull.

Sam's hips bucked at the sensation, and Chet choked and sputtered as he swallowed the entirety of Sam's shaft. Pulling away, Chet licked his lips and gave
Maddy
a speculative look. "You want in on this?" he asked.

Breathless,
Maddy
nodded, and Chet moved aside.

Kneeling down next to Sam as he worked on Chet,
Maddy
stared at his erection, still gleaming and slick with Chet's saliva. The soft head was swollen and begging for her touch, and she couldn't help but reach out and give his shaft an experimental stroke. It was hot and hard and slippery beneath her fingers, and she pulled her hand back and rotated her palm over the head.

Sam bucked, his hips driving out of control. He pulled away from Chet. "Shit,
Maddy
," he groaned. "Do that again."

Maddy
did.

Sam collapsed on his back, his pelvis thrusting, taking on a mind of its own, and
Maddy
smiled. His sandy hair splayed over the cheap Berber carpet, his pants down around his ankles. Beneath her touch he was helpless and wanton, just like her. All his money, all his power and confidence, none of it meant anything when she touched him, and he knew it. He was under her spell, and even though she didn't know how she had done it, he was here, now, at her mercy.

Maddy
bent down and took his cock in her mouth.

He groaned beneath her, his fingers catching in her hair. She'd put it up in a messy ponytail, but now she reached behind her head and slowly pulled the band out, letting her hair fall against his bare skin, brushing over his heated flesh.

Fingers worked their way into her waistband, and she realized Chet was working her pants off. She let him. Driving forward,
Maddy
swallowed Sam's cock down and let the head tickle the back of her throat. He moaned, his balls tightening. Behind her, Chet exposed her ass to the cool air,
then
slipped a finger over her dripping slit.
Maddy
inhaled sharply, and Sam's scent filled her head, musky and meaty, clean and dark.

Pressure on her hip had her rotating around, then lowering herself to the ground as Chet maneuvered them all together. Bobbing her head,
Maddy
kept up her assault on Sam's cock, feeling his muscles strain while Chet opened her legs. Rough,
stubbled
cheeks scraped over the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and then Chet's tongue was on her clit, licking and flicking, and
Maddy
gasped.

It was so intense, so immediate. She was drowning in sensation. Hot hands slid over her body as his warm, firm mouth worked her pussy. Her whole body shuddered and she had to force herself to stay still. Then Chet's hand found her slick channel and worked his way inside.

Maddy
gave a sob of pleasure around Sam's cock, and then Sam was pulling away. "No," she begged, reaching for him.

"I'm going to come in three seconds if you suck me any more," Sam said, and then his hands were on her face and his mouth was descending on hers, the taste of his cock mixing with the taste of her mouth and Chet's mouth. All the while Chet worked her clit, his hand pumping inside her pussy, fingers curled and stroking her with deft precision. Sam's tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her, and then she was on her back on the floor and Sam was working his way out of his clothes.

"I want to fuck both of you,"
Maddy
said. "Please, I need you."

Sam smiled. "Don't worry," he said, coming in for another kiss. "We won't leave you hanging." Then his mouth was on hers again.

Their lips slid and danced together, tongues warring for dominance as Chet placed a hand on her pelvis and held her down, mercilessly laving her pussy with his skilful tongue and fingers.

Maddy's
toes curled as Sam stroked his palms over her breasts,
then
lowered his mouth to her nipples. Chet milked her body slowly with his hand while his tongue frantically flicked her clit. Deep inside her,
Maddy
felt something begin to build.

"Oh," she whispered as Chet reached inside her, drawing her pleasure out.

Sam slid his hands under her back and lifted her up, fastening his mouth to her throat. His teeth nipped a line from her earlobe down to her collarbone. Inside her pussy, Chet's fingers curled against her inner walls. Her hips bucked against his hand and mouth, but he held her down, relentless in his pursuit of her orgasm. Her hands were everywhere on Sam, in his hair, skating over his back. His skin burned under her touch, and when she raked her fingernails over the thick ropes of muscle in his shoulders, he moaned and sucked her pulse into his mouth. Teeth scraped over her skin,
vampiric
and thirsty for her. Chet devoured her below, and Sam consumed her above. She was filled up and poured out, helpless against their erotic assault. Every flick of the tongue or caress of the hand drove her higher, pulled her deeper. She was thundering toward her climax, her whole body coiling up, aching and raw and starved of them. She'd been without them for two weeks and she couldn't survive without them any longer. Like air, she breathed them in. Their sighs and moans filled her apartment, and she writhed on the carpet, her body aflame as together they pushed her up and up, until she couldn't take it any longer.

"I'm going to—" she gasped, and then she came.

Chet's fingers worked her pussy, his tongue licked her clit. Sam held her up, his mouth roaming her skin. She was open to them, falling apart in their hands, a woman undone. Deep inside, something exploded, and she shattered in their arms, succumbing to a pleasure so intense she thought she would explode and burst apart into a thousand glittering shards. Her throat closed around her shriek of fulfillment, choked with delight.

Her body thrashed, no longer under her control, until at last her orgasm receded, leaving her twitching and limp, completely spent.

Gently, Sam lowered her to the ground, placing gentle kisses over her throat as Chet withdrew his fingers, though he lingered a bit, probing her slick labia and laughing a little when she shuddered under the aftershocks.

"Have we convinced you yet,
Maddy
?" Chet wanted to know. He planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh, then opened his mouth and swirled his tongue over the skin there.

Wet and exhausted,
Maddy
could barely form coherent thought.

"I don't know," she said at last. "We know you can make me come, but what about you?"

"I don't think we have to worry about that," Sam said. "I could come just watching you."

"Likewise," Chet agreed. "But, I suppose, if
Maddy
still has doubts, we could always move to the bedroom."

Yes. Oh, yes please,
Maddy
thought, and then, because it seemed silly not to say it out loud: "Yes, please."

Sam chuckled and put a hand out, helping her to her feet. Her knees were watery and she could barely stand, but she had never felt so good in her life. Her entire body was relaxed, and though she had already come, the sight of Sam and Chet, shedding the last of their clothes and standing naked in her living room with their cocks at attention sparked heat inside her again. She could have both of them, at the same time. There was nothing stopping her.

She swept an arm wide. "This way, gentlemen," she said, and showed them toward the bedroom.

They followed her, and it was as though they were meeting for the first time again. Back
thene
they had stood in the elevator, watching her sashay away across their lobby. This time they were in her home, and they were all naked as the day they were born. Every lush curve of her body was bared
 
them
, and, even better, they loved it. And she loved... well. She wasn't going to go that far just yet. But she could love them. At the very least, she loved what they made her feel, in bed and out.

Come to think of it, they hadn't actually been in bed yet, had they? Well, there was a first time for everything, she supposed. Leading them past the balcony, they entered her bedroom, dark except for the streetlights streaming in through the blinds. Her bed, still messy and unmade from this morning, had never looked so inviting to her. She took a step toward it, but before she could climb in, Sam caught her hand and pulled her into him. She squeaked as he kissed her, the full length of his hot, hard body pressing against her soft curves. Breaking away, he smiled down at her.

"Let's do this right. What would you like to do with us?" he asked.

So, so many things
,
Maddy
thought, but she had a need, a need she'd nurtured since they'd fucked on Sam's desk.

"I want you both inside my cunt," she said.

Sam glanced over his shoulder at Chet.

"Gladly," Chet said.

Placing a hand on her back, Sam swept her up into his arms and, to her shock, didn't gasp, stagger, or grunt. Instead he bore her to the bed and gently laid her down on the sheets. Standing back he stared down at her, as though he were a painter admiring his handiwork.

The blinds left patterns on her skin, and he reached out and traced them with the tip of his finger. "You are so beautiful,
Maddy
," he said. "Thank you."

Her heart clenched.
Thank you?
She
should be thanking
him
. She opened her mouth to say so, but nothing came out.