Late At Night
Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Fem!Reader
~ 6.6k words
Tags: established relationship, banter, face timing, phone sex, teasing, thigh appreciation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, multiple orgasms [everybody comes but reader comes a lot], thigh fucking, not quite creampie, comeplay [a bit], come eating, face sitting, voice kink, bruises, rough but in a loving way [it makes sense i swear], squirting, overstimulation, rainy night
Guess what y'all, it's Multi May!! I adore this month and the wonderful Bex (@bisexual-horror-fan) that came up with it, and I'm more than happy to participate again this year
This fic actually has a fun story; I was coming out of anesthesia after a small procedure I had last summer, and had the idea for this fic. So as I was half awake and struggling against the grogginess, I pulled out my phone and wrote. I did the math and I actually wrote 95% of it that afternoon, in a hospital bed. It was in my drafts for a while and I'm so happy I found it again to polish it up a bit in time for Multi May!
But I've talked enough. Everyone have fun reading the filth, and enjoy!
“And you’re all good for the drive back tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I didn’t really unpack to begin with so there wasn’t much for me to do.”
You smiled at the phone in your hand where the face of your boyfriend was looking back at you. Billy had gone out of town for a few days and would finally be returning the next day. Every evening since he had left had been spent with you and Stu on the phone with him, talking about your days and how much you couldn’t wait for him to return to your shared apartment.
“I think she was more so asking about if you’re confident that that shitty car is going to turn on again,” Stu snorted and you couldn’t help huffing a small laugh as well.
That’s exactly what you had meant.
“Alright, it’s not shitty,” the annoyance in Billy’s tone was all too familiar. He hated when one of you brought up how much of a deathtrap his car is. “It has character and it works just fine.”
“Yeah, because that’s how well you want a big, heavy, metal box on wheels to work— Just fine.”
Billy let out a strangled sound of annoyance through the phone and you could see him roll his eyes. “If you can’t even say that to my face then don’t say it at all,” Billy huffed and you couldn’t hold back a smile.
Stu promptly lifted his hand to grab yours and pulled your phone down to where he was situated between your legs, so the camera was sending a clear image of him over to Billy.
“Your car is shit, love. You need a new one before you die on us,” Stu stared right at Billy through the camera and smiled a wide shit-eating grin.
“Oh for the love of— I’m not going to die! You’re both too fucking dramatic for your own good.”
“Well, that’s what happens when you leave us to fend for ourselves without you! We regain all our dramatics. How will we ever cope without you?” Stu lifted his free hand to his forehead and gave an overdramatic flourish as if he was fainting. You chuckled at his antics and shook your head fondly.
“Shush you drama queen,” Billy tried, and mostly failed, to hide his smile when he spoke. “Now give me back to the pretty girl, please, I'd like to keep looking at her for a while before I sleep.”
Stu let out a loud dramatic gasp and went to move your phone out of your reach, but you were quicker and snatched it out of his hands.
Then you felt a harsh sting on your thigh where Stu had promptly slapped it in response.
“Hey! No damaging the merchandise,” you said and squeezed your thighs softly around Stu's head.
If there was one thing Stu loved, it's having his head between your thighs. Even when you were just lounging on the couch like now, TV quietly playing on a random channel, face timing your boyfriend.
He was laying on his back with your legs over his shoulders, his head resting between your thighs and his arms wrapped around your calves to look at his own phone as you three talked.
Stu had also insisted you take off your pants before he got settled, grinning widely at you as if he could hide his drooling expression through it.
Now he scoffed at you, “Please, that little squeeze is less of a threat and more of a promise for a good time.” Stu turned his head just enough to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh before he settled back completely and focused back on his own phone.
“Whether or not your car is shitty— Please, promise that you’ll drive carefully tomorrow? The news said it should rain a lot. It already is here,” you turned your attention to the living room window that you and Stu had cracked for the fresh air and the sound of rushing rain echoing through the apartment.
“I’ll be careful like always,” Billy mumbled, smile clear in his voice even if you hadn’t been able to see him.
“You guys just remember to close that window before you go to bed.”
You rolled your eyes and stared at Billy with a deadpan expression. “Need I remind you that that only happened once, and I wasn’t even home then? That was all pretty boy down there.”
Rather than reply with words, Stu turned his head and quickly nipped your thigh, making you let out a sound like a mix between yelp and moan.
“He didn’t like being blamed for that one, did he?” Billy chuckled and you smiled with him.
“No, he didn’t. But I think he had an ulterior motive for that one,” you mused and slipped your free hand down to slide your fingers into Stu’s hair and play with it softly.
Stu hummed happily at the attention and leaned his head back into your touch, “I categorically deny those accusations.”
The evening settled back into steady conversation, quiet words spoken as the rain outside carried on, casting your living room in shadows with just a lamp in the corner illuminating the couch in soft and warm lighting.
Eventually Stu stirred between your thighs, restless where he was laying for too long with nothing to do. True to himself, he took said restlessness out on your legs.
It started with him softly trailing his hand up and down your calf, mindlessly drawing patterns by your ankles and squeezing your knees on his way up to the outside of your thigh where he pressed his fingers rhythmically into your skin to feel the give of your softness there.
You couldn’t hold back from letting out soft content noises, Billy smiling at you through the phone every time, having seen Stu do that exact thing in person enough times to know what was happening below what the camera showed him. He had also seen it often enough to know what would no doubt be next.
Right on time, Stu turned his head and pressed kisses against the inside of your thighs, his phone long forgotten in his lap as his other hand joined in to trail up and down your legs, pushing your thighs into his face whenever possible.
You could feel Stu smile against your skin with every soft noise and whimper that spilled from your lips, unknowingly matching Billy’s expression on your phone.
“Pretty boy getting distracted?” He asked knowingly, and you saw him shift his position on the hotel bed he was sitting on.
You didn’t trust your voice to be steady when you spoke so you offered a soft nod instead.
“Can’t say I blame him,” Billy purred and let his eyes wander down the screen to where he could see the top of your chest practically spilling out of the flimsy top you were wearing. “You look like sin incarnate already, love. Don’t even want to know how the whole ensemble looks. Probably wearing those shorts that are way too tight for comfort and have half your ass hanging out too, huh?”
You wordlessly tapped your screen to flip the camera and give Billy the perfect view of your lower half. Your top had slipped up just enough to reveal a sliver of your stomach, your panties had little cartoon oranges on them and a small bow right above your mound, your thick and warm socks peeked into view from Stu’s lap, and of course— Your thighs were still spread and draped over Stu’s shoulders where he had wrapped his arms around them and was now slowly digging his teeth into your skin, leaving dark and light bruises in his wake.
“God, you’re a vision like that,” Billy groaned quietly. “Both of you are too pretty for your own good.” He sounded out of breath but before you could call him out on it, Stu pulled away from your thigh to turn and look at the camera, “Could be an even better view.”
You instinctively whimpered at the implication and knew you were officially done for. There was no way on earth Billy would pass up that view. Hell, there was no way on earth you would pass it up.
Like you expected, Billy let out an appreciative hum and settled further down on the hotel bed, his hand disappearing from your view.
Below you, Stu turned completely onto his stomach and grinned up at the camera you were still pointing at him as he reached up and slowly pulled your panties down your legs.
You helped him along by lifting your hips and bit your lip in anticipation.
All three of you knew that after a few days apart, when Billy returned tomorrow, you would spend a lot of time in bed together, showing each other how much you had missed being together in all sorts of fun positions and ways. And you also all knew that it would carry a much more frantic energy, pulling at each other to have the right access to the right spots, to give as much pleasure as possible, and to make up for all the unfulfilled daydreams and desires.
It would be fun, and a lot, and all of you would no doubt end up reaching your peak on and in each other too many times to count — Just how you liked it.
So as Stu slowly lowered himself onto his stomach and kissed his way up your thighs with calm and unhurried precision, you knew that this would carry a much different tone. It was already too late to still call it evening, all three of you were enjoying the slowness and comfort of talking, and you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this bonelessly relaxed.
When you felt Stu softly press a kiss to your mound and then your folds, you breathed out a soft sigh and let your legs fall open completely. Stu kissed up and down your cunt, slowly getting closer to your sensitive clit with every pass until he finally reached it, letting out a groan of appreciation himself.
“Pretty boy looks even prettier between your thighs like this, doll,” Billy’s voice sounded quietly from your phone and you nodded before realizing he couldn’t see your face anymore.
“Yeah, he does,” you gasped as Stu continued pressing slow kisses to your clit, the pressure varying and making you become wetter with each one.
Stu thought about a witty reply before deciding he'd much rather keep his mouth glued to your cunt and get a proper taste of you. He flattened his tongue and slowly licked over your pulsing bundle of nerves, making you groan.
He smiled at your noise and kept going, repeating slow and firm passes over your clit, some softer than others, all of them making your eyes slip closed.
As Stu teased gasps and sighs out of you, your free hand slowly slipped down to stroke over his hair, not pushing him closer but simply needing something to do other than slide along the couch cushions in search for something to hold on to.
“Gorgeous,” Billy groaned from the phone and you could see how his eyes were glued to the screen, how he was biting his lip, and how his arm was moving slowly but deliberately in a clear rhythm.
It was obvious what he was doing and you wanted nothing more than to see.
“Will I be graced with a nice view as well?” You tried sounding teasing, but your voice came out breathy and the words sounded more like a slow whine than anything else.
Billy chuckled before adjusting his camera so you could see him properly, half-sitting on his bed with his boxers pulled down to reveal his dick which he was slowly and comfortably stroking.
You couldn’t help the quiet moan that slipped out from between your lips at the sight, as well as at the way Stu had managed to time his lips wrapping around your clit perfectly.
Billy hummed performatively before speaking with a wide grin, looking at you through the camera, “Almost forgot how much our girl loves watching.”
Stu chuckled, still with your sensitive clit between his lips, and you grabbed onto his hair as your hips twitched under his ministrations.
“And being watched,” Billy winked at the camera and you were suddenly very glad he couldn’t see the way you had to close your eyes to hold back a whine.
Usually, Stu would eat you out like a man starved, all enthusiasm and knowledge of how to drive you crazy the quickest, seeing how often he can make you come on his tongue before you beg for mercy— But sometimes he loved to take his time and damn near makeout with your cunt.
Which isn’t to say that he didn’t eat you out with that same enthusiasm. He was still just as skilled and happy to make you come on his face as many times as possible.
Except now, he wanted to slowly pull your orgasm out of you. Work you up to it and through it, slowly and precisely. You knew he would only speed up or increase urgency so much, so you planned to wait before you started begging.
But as his tongue slid over your clit in teasing circles, dipped down to your entrance for a better taste and then repeated the process, you couldn’t help from wanting more.
“Please Stu, I need more,” you sighed and tilted your hips into him.
“Oh doll, we all know you can finish just like this,” Billy teased.
Between your legs, Stu nodded as much as he could and hummed once more, another long mewling whine spilling from your mouth at the feeling.
“And look at him. He doesn’t want this to end, and truthfully neither do I.”
You focused your eyes back on the screen in your hand and took notice of how Billy was leaking precum with every stroke of his cock. Your mouth watered and you wished you could lean forward and taste your boyfriend again.
Tomorrow. Then you can taste him properly again.
You kept going like that for a while – Watching Billy stroke himself on the screen, taking in all the details of how he moved, what twist of his wrist made him groan and thrust his hips up into his hand, all while Stu slowly licked over your cunt, dipping just the tip of his tongue inside you before going back to teasing your clit with broad strokes and soft sucks, moaning at your taste and how you steadily pulled on his hair.
Then you felt Stu shift his weight on the couch and before you could spare a thought to what he was up to, you felt his fingers tease at your folds. He slowly pulled his mouth away and watched as his own fingers slid over your folds before settling to draw lazy patterns over your clit.
“God, please,” you moaned and felt the pressure behind your eyes shift from need and desperation.
Stu looked up questioningly at the camera and grinned when he heard Billy groan, “Looking handsome as ever there, pretty boy.”
“Thank you, I was thinking of staying down here all night.”
They both chuckled at the sobbing groan you let out before Billy spoke up again.
“Let’s give her a bit of a break, shall we Stu?”
As soon as the words were said, you felt Stu’s finger slide into you smoothly.
The wind blew in from the open window, cool on the bare skin of your thighs and smelling of petrichor, as the rain regained some speed and rose in volume together with your moan.
This time, you didn’t have to beg before Stu slowly thrust his finger inside you a couple times and added a second one, filling you up just enough to make you needy for more while still making your head fall back in pleasure.
To your relief, Stu resumed the slow and deliberate thrusts of his fingers into you without making you beg. While it was a slower pace than you would usually plead for, the soft pleasure and desire pooling in your stomach still swirled together tighter with each thrust and you couldn’t complain – It felt good.
A steady stream of whines and gasps were pulled out of you as Stu settled again and wrapped his lips back around your clit, slowly sliding his tongue over it.
The room was filled with your noises as well as the wet sounds coming from between your thighs, and the groans from your phone.
You forced your eyes to focus on the screen again and saw Billy, his thighs spread apart and tensing as his hand sped up on his cock, spreading the precum leaking from his tip all over himself. The sounds of his strokes were picked up by his phone just enough to drive you crazy and make you stare with desire.
“No fair,” you gasped as Billy sped his strokes up more. “If I have to take it slow then so do you.”
“She makes a good point,” Stu mumbled still with his mouth on you, making your eyelashes flutter.
“I’m not the one laying all seductively on the couch in just my panties, begging to be taken care of and tasted.”
“Next time,” you chuckled but cut yourself off with a broken moan as Stu curled his fingers inside you and started grinding them into you just right.
“I’ll happily put on some pretty panties if it ends with one of you between my thighs like that,” the groan that followed was loud enough to make your hips twitch in response.
“I think we all know which one of us would be faster at jumping between your legs, baby,” you raked your fingers through Stu’s hair when you said it and felt him smile as he sucked on your clit hard as a thank you.
“The one with an oral fixation so bad he’s definitely not letting you off that couch unless it’s for you to sit on his face.”
Stu paused between your thighs before nodding slightly and continuing his torture, making you ever so slowly crawl towards the edge.
His fingers had stopped properly thrusting into you but were still curling perfectly inside you, all while his tongue was teasing circles and patterns against your clit in a mix of torturously slow and perfectly precise.
With your eyes still glued to the screen of your phone where Billy hadn’t even pretended to start teasing himself by matching the rhythm, and instead was now bucking into his hand to chase his release, you couldn’t help your own hips from squirming against Stu.
So the man in question lifted his free arm and wrapped it around one of your thighs, pinning you down and keeping you still as much as he could.
You saw him almost rest his forearm entirely across your hip before grabbing hold of your thigh, and the realization that he didn’t want to impede Billy’s view of his head between your thighs made you grow hot all over.
The slow build finally started to pay off when you felt the crawling speed of your orgasm as it tightened in your stomach.
“Oh look at that,” Billy purred as he sped up his own hand on his cock and fucked into his fist faster and more desperately. “She’s doing that hip thing.”
Stu chuckled and kept his pace perfectly steady, knowing how important the constant was when he built you up slowly and wanted you to break beautifully.
“And there go the thighs,” Billy barked a breathless laugh, his own building orgasm finally catching up to him, right as your legs started trembling around Stu’s head.
You wanted to hide from how well they could read you and knew your tells, but you couldn’t help the warmth spreading in your chest and spilling up to your face. There was nothing that made you happier than to know how much they loved you, how fiercely they showed it.
“I’m going to— God, fuck, I—,” you couldn’t get the word out but your message was clearly received anyways. Stu still kept the perfect pace of curling his fingers inside you and playing with your clit, and you felt breathless as the knot in your stomach snapped.
With the rain still tapping away at the open window, waves of pleasure came rushing and pulled you under. Your orgasm was slow, sticky and sweet like honey as it spread, dripping down your thighs and making them shake more, splashing onto the couch and onto Stu who was happily groaning below you as his face got covered and your fingers pulled on his hair.
It was unending and made you feel almost dizzy with it, your moans loud but more elongated, as if being pulled out of you with each slowly crashing wave of release.
You thought it might have been two orgasms, the second arriving just as the first spilled its last wave, pulling you under all over again and making you gasp out both your boyfriends’ names in an overwhelming rush of pleasure. Another part of you was sure it was three.
Either way, it took a while for you to come floating back down from the high you had just experienced. When you could think more clearly you noticed the sound of the rain again, and how it mixed with the incessant slurping of Stu as he cleaned his own fingers off and stared right at the camera, holding your phone up blindly as he did.
“Perfect, doll,” Billy groaned through the phone. “Better thank Stu for making sure I got a nice view of that even with him being so occupied.”
You felt relief that Stu had realized quickly enough that you wouldn’t be able to keep the phone still or even up at all through your orgasm, and had taken over holding it up in time. You gathered as much strength as you could and willed your hand to lift from Stu’s hair to cup his face instead.
“Thank you, love,” you slurred and smiled weakly down at him. Stu smiled right back and kissed your thighs, licking up the evidence of your orgasm as he went.
“While I do love the view,” you heard Billy groan desperately and looked back to the screen. “I would also really love to go to bed with an orgasm under my belt. Bet Stu feels the same too.”
The man in question pulled away from your thighs and handed you your phone. You made sure to keep the camera steady as he got on his knees and sat in front of you, slowly pulling off his sweatpants to reveal his cock— Hard, throbbing and leaking precum onto your legs.
Both you and Billy groaned at the same time and stared at Stu’s lap with hungry eyes. Before you could offer to get on your knees for him though, Stu pulled your legs together and rested your calves up and over his shoulders.
Then, out of view, he took hold of his length and angled it just right before slowly pushing in between your thighs, slipping the tip of his cock right through your folds and over your clit to where you and Billy could see it on the other side.
You moaned softly at the feeling of his wet cock on your sensitive cunt and squeezed your thighs together slightly.
“Fuck, baby, if you do that I’m not going to last long at all.”
“Good, neither will I,” Billy answered and when you looked at the screen once more you saw how he had slowed down significantly, revealing just how close he had been to falling off the edge himself.
With that, Stu started a fast pace, snapping his hips against the back of your thighs over and over again, the tip of his cock bumping against and sliding over your swollen clit with every thrust, making you moan and whine weakly.
You watched intently at how Billy matched his pace and saw how the phone shook as he barrelled closer to the edge in record speed.
“So good for me, both of you,” you mewled softly and kept squeezing your thighs together over Stu’s cock. Both of them replied with broken moans and you couldn't stop from smiling.
After having towed the edge almost the whole time Stu was eating you out, unsurprisingly Billy came first.
He groaned long and loud as his hips bucked uncontrollably a couple times, his cock spilling ropes of come onto his hand and stomach while he stroked himself through his orgasm.
Shortly after him, Stu sobbed out a loud whine and spread your legs just enough to wrap his hand around his cock and shoot his release over your cunt.
You could feel the warmth of it as it landed on you, dripping over your clit and folds, shooting across your mound, and some even ending up high on your stomach, staining the shirt you still had on.
In the moment though, you couldn’t have cared less, soft gasps leaving you at the warmth spread all over you from watching both your boyfriends come, and feeling it drip slowly down your pussy.
Stu pulled away breathlessly and lowered your legs before sitting back on the couch and staring at you lovingly. You returned the soft look of satisfaction before handing him your phone.
He understood immediately and pointed the camera at the mess between your thighs.
You heard Billy groan all over again as Stu used his free hand to reach down and spread your pussy, swiping through his own come and covering your cunt with it even more.
The slow stimulation made you gasp slowly and then bite your lip, not wanting any more noises to spill, but it was too late.
“Listen to that Stu, I think pretty girl wants some more,” your boyfriend said and you could only imagine the shit eating grin he was giving Stu through the camera. Apparently, he had sent some other nonverbal communication because suddenly Stu was grinning too and put the phone on the coffee table.
He grabbed your thighs and pulled you off of the couch alongside him. Then he positioned the phone up against the cushions, switched back to the front camera and threw himself down onto the couch on his back, the top of his head pointing at the screen.
Just as you were understanding what was going on, Stu pulled you on top of himself, your knees on either side of him. He smiled up at you as he maneuvered you further up to go from kneeling over his chest to kneeling over his head.
He tipped his head back just a little to give the perfect view to the camera as he stuck out his tongue and licked over your cunt still covered in his own come.
You moaned helplessly and supported yourself with your hands on the armrest when Stu fully enveloped your cunt with his mouth, tasting the mix of you and him and groaning, your own mouth falling open around a series of gasps and whines.
Billy finally chuckled and spoke up from the phone, “Told you he’d only let you off of the couch if it was to sit on his face.”
“Don’t you have to sleep soon?” you tried through breathless moans.
“Oh love,” Billy’s voice was dripping in soft teasing. “I’m not sleeping until I’ve seen you come at least a few more times on Stu’s mouth.”
Right on time, Stu sucked on your clit hard and made you sob with the sudden quick pleasure shooting through you.
For a moment you believed he was done with taking it slow and would keep going with the same intensity. And in a way, he did.
Stu kept the perfect pressure, rhythm and intensity, but with none of the speed that would usually go hand in hand with it. He kept you suspended in pleasure and torture as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down onto his face to stop you from escaping the way he was circling your clit with his tongue.
Instead you started tilting your hips in hopes of getting more.
It didn’t take long for you to be completely overtaken by the need for another orgasm. You didn’t think about how many more Billy and Stu would try to pull out of you afterwards, you didn’t care.
All you knew was that Stu’s tongue felt like heaven, that Billy’s voice was quietly encouraging you in your pleasure, and that you wanted more.
Everything blurred together as your tilting hips switched into a full grinding motion. Billy had the perfect view of your clit continuously bumping against Stu’s nose, a breathy whine from you accompanying the sight with every contact, and of how Stu’s hands held onto you tighter, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs hard, but not stopping you in your movement.
Stu actually seemed to be enjoying himself a lot. He was steadily moaning into your cunt and had started thrusting his already hard again cock into the air behind you, where neither Billy nor you could see, in a desperate instinctual reaction wanting to be touched.
He didn’t say anything though, his dick red and leaking at the tip and throbbing in the satisfaction of being the cause for all the noises that were spilling from your lips and all the pleasure you were experiencing.
Billy could feel his cock filling out again, and assumed Stu was having the same problem even though he couldn’t see to confirm. He still kept his hands to himself as he watched, too enthralled in how beautiful you look like that— your stomach tensing with every slow and deliberate roll of your hips, your thighs shaking just enough to see over the camera and routinely squeezing around Stu’s head.
He understood his boyfriend well enough to know that Stu was dying of satisfaction with every little squeeze of your thighs, with every whine, whimper and moan that spilled from your lips.
Billy was feeling the exact same.
He was still mumbling praises down the line, unable to stop himself from telling you just how good you looked and how well you were doing.
“That’s it, just like that.”
“Atta girl, take what you need.”
“Look so good like that, love.”
“Fuck, I can see you dripping on his tongue, there you go.”
And he really could. Your grinding was slow but firm and sometimes you would slide back and lift just enough that Billy could see the way your cunt was dripping wetness onto Stu’s tongue, outstretched and desperate to taste more, so willing and happy to be used.
At the same time, your mind was blank aside from the growing pleasure – the building knot in your stomach – and the need spreading through you. Your thighs felt heavy and unmovable where they shook under you, your arms struggling to keep you supported on the armrest of the couch.
Your ears felt like they were filled with cotton, Billy’s praise breaking through sometimes, just enough for you to get louder and grind harder against Stu’s face. The cool breeze coming in through the open window made the sweat covering your body dry and left you with goosebumps as the sound of the rain got louder. It spread through your mind as you lifted your hands from the armrest and arched your back, leaning your head back with closed eyes.
You let the pleasure wash over you as you felt Stu’s fingers dig further into your skin, your thighs sure to show proof of his enjoyment of the situation come morning — Crescent shaped divots, and bruises in the shape of his hands would cover your thighs.
The thought excited you and you felt your thighs reply to Stu’s touch with shaking, trembling in his hold as your hands went to hold onto Stu’s wrists. You looked down at him to find his eyes already watching you. While trying to speak, only whimpers and moans spilled from your mouth no matter how hard you tried to make your lips form the right words.
Thankfully, Stu understood what you wanted to say and nodded at you as best as he could.
You threw your head back with a loud moan as your orgasm was quickly building and slowly slid your hands up your body, dragging the fabric of your top up as you went, until your tits were free and you could roll your nipples between your fingers, pinching and pulling just enough to make the movement of your hips become more languid.
With the dual stimulation you were hurtling steadily closer to the edge. You couldn't stop yourself from leaning back further as you kept grinding your cunt against Stu’s mouth, and you knew exactly when you were far enough back that Billy could finally see what you were doing to your tits.
A loud groan sounded from the phone as Billy's eyes trailed over your form – the curve of your stomach up to your waist, your tits on full display as you were getting rougher with the pinches of your nipples, the stretch of your neck where your head was hanging back, your mouth open to release a litany of sugary sweet moans.
And of course, front and center to Billy was still the view of your delicious cunt sliding over Stu's mouth, rubbing yourself over his tongue with clear desperation but still at a languid, just fast enough pace.
You were completely lost in the pleasure that was spreading up your thighs and through your entire body. There was a low ringing in your ears that slipped away as quickly as it had appeared, and made way for the sound of the rain outside to flood your brain.
The falling drops hit the windows in a near constant rhythm now, picking up speed and volume enough to break through the haze of pleasure over your mind. You forced your eyes open and turned your head just a bit toward where the sound was coming from.
Right then, a strong breeze came in through the window and you felt it everywhere. It brushed over your thighs that were shaking around Stu’s head, teased your nipples and made them stiffen up more between your fingers. When it brushed up your neck and cooled the heat that was coursing through you right there, you felt like you finally surfaced in the middle of the cold ocean.
With a loud gasp, the waves crashed around you and you fell off the edge before you even knew you were there. Your thighs clamped down around Stu’s head as you were helplessly grinding your cunt along his face. There were appreciative groans coming from below you, vibrating against your clit and prolonging your orgasm, and you heard a stream of satisfied praises from the phone speaker.
“There you fucking go, doll,” Billy groaned and chuckled when he got no indication that you heard him besides the twitch of your hips. He loved watching you come, same as Stu, but he especially loved to see you so utterly gone in pleasure, drowning in your own release as you let go without any restraints.
He watched as your thighs shook and your hips twitched over Stu’s face, heard the man’s muffled moans of encouragement as his fingers dug into your skin and kept your cunt pulled close to his face. Billy grinned as he realized how long you were coming and couldn’t help the desperate moan spilling out when he saw the proof of your release dripping down Stu’s face, splashing towards the phone he was watching you through, and making a mess of the couch.
Meanwhile, you barely registered the wetness gushing between your thighs as an endless loop of orgasms seemed to be taking over your body. You didn’t have the mind to count them and quite frankly- you couldn’t give less of a fuck.
You heard the rushing in your ears and didn’t know if it was the rain against the window or if it was the blood coursing through your veins.
The pleasure came to a head as your hands slipped from your tits, one sinking down to weave through Stu’s hair, the other twitching uselessly against your stomach. Stu moaned, too big a fan of having his hair played with and pulled, but the resulting vibrations were what finally made the pleasure turn into overstimulation.
It was too much. You couldn’t come any more and you pushed against Stu’s head with a wordless whine. The man below you chuckled but took mercy on you. He gave one last long pass over your cunt with his tongue before his grip around thighs loosened and allowed you to lift off of his mouth.
You whined at the confusing feeling of being relieved for the break but wanting nothing more than to sit back down and let him keep going.
“Fuck, I could watch you come like that forever,” Billy sighed and when you finally managed to make your eyes cooperate, you saw him shuffling on the bed, readjusting his position and slowly sliding one hand down to tease over his dick.
Your eyes were stuck to the screen for a moment before you could think of a reply.
“I don’t know if I can make it that long.”
“Well,” Stu’s voice sounded rough when he spoke up from below you, interrupted by the occasional soft kiss to your inner thighs, “You certainly seemed to be doing fine just now.”
A low whine crept up your throat and you were far too blissed out to stop it. Your boyfriends chuckled and you wondered what you did to deserve these two perfect men, who were completely and utterly obsessed with making you come so hard you forgot your own name.
“Looked like more than fine,” Billy hummed and you had regained enough brain capacity to tell he was thinking up something. “Looked like our pretty girl was so far gone she forgot how to breathe.”
“I think the fact I was moaning proves that I was breathing just fine,” you said as you felt the flustered heat crawl back up your neck over your face, and down over your chest. You hastily pulled the shirt you had pushed over your tits off and threw it somewhere on the floor nearby.
“She definitely sounds far too coherent to have come enough,” Billy smirked and your breath hitched at the implication.
“Yeah,” Stu agreed and pressed an open mouthed kiss to your thigh, biting down before he kept going, “she could probably use some more.”
Your mouth opened in protest, but the moment Stu pulled your hips back down and his tongue connected with your clit in a hungry reunion, you let out a loud moan instead.
The need was back in full force and you couldn’t help but agree with them, you absolutely should be coming more before you all called it a night.
The sound of Billy’s chuckle carried through the phone speaker to your ears and travelled right down to your cunt, making you throb against Stu’s tongue. One of your hands traveled up to your tits again, pinching your nipples periodically. The other went higher to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, simply holding in the same way Billy always would when he and Stu had committed themselves to pulling you apart piece by piece.
The rain had quieted down, but as your moans became louder again and your hips seemed to gain a mind of their own, the rain picked up speed and you smiled as your head tipped back in pleasure.
This was going to be a long fucking night.
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