Chapter 156 Fucking Her While He Fuck Me
I stared down at Nellie sprawled across the bed like a fucking masterpiece—legs spread, cum leaking from both her holes in thick, obscene trails, her chest still heaving with ragged breaths. Her skin glistened with sweat and our mixed fluids, her hair was a wild mess stuck to her forehead and neck, and her eyes were glazed over with that perfect post-fuck haze.
Fuck, she was beautiful like this. Completely wrecked. Utterly destroyed.
I hadn't expected the shy girl from the doorway—the one who'd been frozen watching the orgy with wide, scandalized eyes—to turn into this. Into someone who'd beg for both cocks at once, who'd scream for us to fill her, who'd take everything we gave her and ask for more.
My cock, which had just emptied itself deep in her ass, gave an interested twitch.
Down, boy. Give her a minute.
Ben shifted beside me, and I caught the look in his eye. That look. The one that said he wasn't done either. The one that told me exactly what he wanted.
"Round three already?" I asked, raising an eyebrow even though my pulse quickened.
"You know me." Ben's grin was pure sin as his eyes raked over me instead of Nellie. "Can't let you have all the fun."
Heat flooded through me—anticipation mixed with that familiar dark thrill. This was my favorite fucking thing. Getting fucked while I fucked someone else. Being that bridge between two bodies, feeling pleasure from both directions until I couldn't tell where mine ended and theirs began.
Nellie's eyes widened as she caught the energy shift between us, her gaze ping-ponging from my face to Ben's. "Wait, are you two—"
"Gonna put on a show for you?" I finished, crawling over her still-trembling body. I kissed her, slow and deep, tasting myself on her tongue. When I pulled back, I whispered against her lips, "How do you feel about watching me take cock while I'm inside you, baby girl?"
Her pupils dilated, swallowing the color of her irises. Her breath hitched. And her pussy—because my hand had drifted down to cup her there—flooded with fresh wetness despite how sensitive she had to be.
"Oh fuck," she whimpered. "Is that... you want him to..."
"Fuck me while I fuck you?" I supplied, grinding my palm against her swollen clit just to watch her squirm. "Yeah. That's exactly what I want."
I'd done this before—plenty of times. Ben and I had our rhythm down. But doing it with an audience, with this gorgeous, corrupted little thing watching it all happen? That added a whole new layer.
My cock was already rock hard again just thinking about it.
"Positions," Ben said, all business now as he grabbed the lube bottle we'd tossed aside earlier. "Nellie on her back. Alex, get inside her."
I loved when he got bossy. Loved the command in his voice.
Nellie shifted onto her back without hesitation, her legs falling open in invitation. Even exhausted, even oversensitive, she was ready. Fucking perfect.
I positioned myself between her thighs, lining up my cock with her pussy. She was absolutely drenched—our cum mixed with her own arousal, making her entrance slick and shiny. When I pushed inside, she gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders.
"Alex—I'm so sensitive—"
"I know, baby. I know." I slid in slowly, carefully, watching her face for signs of real discomfort. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, still swollen from our earlier abuse, but the way her back arched told me it was good pain. The kind she craved. "Just breathe. Let me in."
I bottomed out with a groan, my balls pressing against her ass. She felt incredible—hot, wet, tight. Different from her ass. Her pussy had more give but somehow felt more intimate, more connected.
"Fuck," she whimpered, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. "You're so deep."
"And I'm about to go deeper," I promised, grinding my hips in a slow circle that made her gasp.
Behind me, I heard the slick sound of Ben lubing up his fingers. My ass clenched in anticipation. I'd taken him enough times to know exactly how good it would feel, but the knowledge didn't make the wait any easier.
"You gonna watch me take it?" I asked Nellie, rolling my hips again, slow and deliberate. "Gonna watch Ben fuck me while I'm buried in your pussy?"
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine, dark with renewed lust. "God, yes, I want to see—"
Ben's hand landed on my lower back, warm and possessive. "Spread your legs a little wider, Alex. Give me room to work."
I obeyed, adjusting my stance. The position pushed me deeper into Nellie, making her moan. Then I felt it—Ben's slick finger circling my hole, teasing, before pressing inside.
I groaned, my head dropping to Nellie's shoulder. The intrusion was familiar, welcome. Ben knew exactly how I liked it—firm but patient, working me open with practiced ease.
"That's it," Ben murmured, adding a second finger and scissoring them. "Open up for me."
The stretch burned in the best way. I'd always loved this—the vulnerability of it, the surrender. Being the one getting taken while simultaneously doing the taking. It made my cock throb inside Nellie, made my whole body light up with sensation.
"Oh my god," Nellie whispered, her eyes wide as she watched my expression shift. "You really like it."
"Fucking love it," I admitted, my voice rough. "Love feeling him inside me. Love how it makes me fuck you harder."
Ben added a third finger and I gasped, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, driving my cock deeper into Nellie. She cried out, her pussy clenching around me.
"See?" I panted, forcing my eyes to stay open so I could watch her face. "Every time he stretches me, you feel it. We're all connected."
Ben pulled his fingers out and I heard the click of the lube bottle again. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and insistent.
"Ready?" Ben asked, his hands gripping my hips.
"Always," I breathed.
He pushed inside.