head rush— your mind was spinning out of control, static blurring the edges of your consciousness. stars of greys and blues sparkling behind your closed eyelids, phosphenes bursting white, pleasure lapsing through you, body trembling.
head clash— a chin, an elbow, a brow-bone to the jut of their noses, releasing rivers of red, rich and deep, molten ruby. watery smears across your inner thighs, bite marks and the feeling of bruising, grunts of pain replaced with grunts of ecstasy.
johnny and gaz can share a solid win. they can also share a pussy.
the warm seam of your pussy was another mouth to pry apart and explore— two strong tongues stretching you open, forcing your legs into a violent quiver.
and the tongues tangle, too. brushing up against each other again and again until they were swapping bloodied spit directly into each others mouths. johnny clasping gaz by the back of the neck, tongue licking over molars, moans dropping out with each mimicked movement of gaz’s. gaz grunted, nose throbbing, the heady taste of you soaked into his gums.
you could feel them against you. the movement of their mouths pressed up so tightly against you, catching your swollen lips and smoothing over them with their tongues. tongues coated in blood, the blood pouring from their noses and making a complete mess of you.
johnny looked feral. a wild cat. hair a mess, out of place, strands stuck to the sweat on his forehead, clothes sweat-soaked and dishevelled. blood and saliva dripped down his face, and his eyes hadn’t opened in a very long time.
gaz was much the same, with shining crimson passing over the bow of his upper lip and wiping along the slit of your cunt— especially each time he turned out of the kiss for a moment to give you a sweet peck too. his cock, hard and thick, pressed painfully tight in his short shorts, the material already uncomfortably restrictive around his muscular thighs.
you grasp at their hair, at their shirts, at anything you can grab as they moan into each other’s mouths, and moan into your leaking cunt.
“mmm,” gaz hums, and the vibrations have you reeling. you tremble, moaning and pushing your hips closer to them— closer so they can give you more attention, sliding their hot tongues over you, up and down. gaz moans, panting against your pussy. “such a good girl.”
his eyes are closed, and his voice is stretched over a whine. blood drips gently over his parted lips before he delves back in, tongue flat against you, before it’s sliding directly into your hole, curling.
you see stars again. a planetarium morphing behind your fluttering eyelids.
johnny pants like a dog, chasing after gaz’s tongue with a grunt and a wicked flash in his shadowed eyes. he stuffs his tongue alongside gaz’s, heads pushed up against one another as they fight for a position between your plush thighs. the feeling of him, too, knots your stomach tight, clit pulsing heavily with your heartbeat.
“tastes like a fuckin’ dream,” johnny whispers, voice muffled against you, nose nudging your puffy clit. “real bonnie like— ‘am fuckin’ soaked,” he concludes with his lower face drenched.
gaz’s dark eyes are on you now. deep, dark, pupils blown impossibly wide. you crack your eyes open to lock onto his, watching him dead-on as he moves his head and sucks johnny’s tongue into his mouth, their teeth knocking, lips locking together. johnny moans, eyes rolling. you do much the same.
“best girl i’ve ever had,” gaz whispers when he and johnny separate, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. one of his hands is on your clit before you even realise, rubbing you gently there, circles upon circles until your mind is spinning too.
“gaz,” you plead out into the hot air of the room. you smell copper and spit and sex. “johnny,” you also moan, since he had resumed his position and shoved half of his fucking face into the folds of your cunt.
gaz grabs johnny by the mohawk, a fistful of dark hair, and pulls him away. he then slots himself in replace of the scot, cleaning the remnants of blood with the tip of his tongue. his finger moves with each stroke, and johnny moans, wriggling his way back in, the movements tickling your thighs.
you moan loudly. body tense, tensing, tightening elastic. a band ready to snap.
“want her to come, gaz,” johnny whines, rucking his bulge into the mattress where he lays. “fuck, want her to come so fuckin’ bad— want her to fuckin’ gush in ma mouth, gaz—”
gaz’s fingers speed up.
“yeah, she’s gonna come. she’s almost there,” gaz replies, the pair simply talking as if you couldn’t hear them. that made blood rush straight down to your clit. “come on, johnny. give our sweet little pussy one last kiss.”
they moved in together. mouths to your cunt, opening her up for a kiss made to split you apart. splitting the atom, pulling you apart on a microscopic level and then building you up again. their words rocketed through you, straight to your core, and you wondered how long it would take for you to collapse again.
warm mouth, sharp teeth. blood and bone, gnashing and smearing. downright fucking nasty, and yet here you were— a moaning, shivering mess, as they fucked your pussy with tongues and fingers and cooed at her as though she was you. pleasure building white-hot.
“thaaat’s our good girl,” gaz utters against you. “you wanna come? yeah? yeah, baby? oh, come on then— let go, sweetheart.”
“need it so fuckin’ bad,” johnny whispers. “so fuckin’ bad, bonnie— please, please, need you—”
tackled. your orgasm slams into you, trampling you, pushing you down head-first. your thighs clamp around their heads, locking them too you as you gush against their faces. moaning, you toss your head back and grip onto them for dear life, praying you don’t slip and fall into oblivion as gaz strokes you through it and johnny humps the edge of your mattress, groaning.
you’re whining their names. you’re dizzy and disoriented, and johnny delights in licking you clean. gaz rests against your quivering thigh, sucking the soft skin into his mouth as he reaches beneath him and shoves a hand into his briefs. he gets onto his knees, blindly, reluctantly releasing your thigh, and bullies his way past johnny.
“get out’ve the way or suck my cock while you’re down there,” gaz says, pulling his shorts and briefs down as johnny pulls his head from your pussy.
you whimper as gaz fists his cock, head flushed deeply, balls already drawing up tight as he jerks himself, quickly lowering himself towards your sopping cunt.
johnny gapes, eyes glossy, but he listens— opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. gaz runs the head along it, pre-cum marking the pink.
“good boy, johnny,” is all gaz says before he pushes johnny’s face out of the way and shoves his cock inside you— forcing a cry from your chest that rattles around your brain as though someone else had shouted it. an echo in a chamber.
johnny’s still humping the bed when gaz guides his flushed face back to your cunt— this time, to press his swollen lips and tongue to where you and gaz connect, licking up the white ring that begins to build with each desperate thrust.
“fucking hell,” gaz curses. “look at the state of him, baby. he’s gonna come straight in his fuckin’ shorts. eh, johnny?”
one of gaz’s hands is in johnny’s hair, the other on your hip. his knuckles pull taut, dewy skin stretching over bone as he grips johnny’s mohawk. this keeps the scot there, and anchors himself to you.
your next orgasm hardly takes long to bubble. the first hadn’t really even gone away.
“gaz,” you whisper desperately, body jolting with each of his rapid thrusts. “gaz, m’gonna come again—”
gaz smiles. a brilliant smile. charming and dimpled. “oh yeah, baby? you wanna come?”
“please.”
johnny moans from his position, muffled by the strength that gaz keeps him pinned to you. he does, however, glance down at the poor man, with dried blood now caked over his face, the rest washed away in the spit and come that drools down onto the bed. gaz looked much the same.
“that’s it, johnny, y’doin’ great,” gaz says, grinning downwards, before redoubling his thrusts and rutting into you hard and fast. you yowl, and gaz tuts. “so noisy, baby. so noisy an so fuckin’ messy.”
“gaz!” you cry out, body shaking. your cunt squelches lewdly, and the sound of johnny’s lapping only amplify it.
gaz’s cock is thick and hot inside you, pushing up towards the base of your cervix, sliding over your gummy walls over and over and over until your legs are locking up, and once more you’re seeing galaxies in your vision.
you come moaning gaz’s name, with a whimper of johnny too. you can’t help it— the way your body spasms and moves, white-hot pleasure coursing through you, branding your insides. you weren’t going to forget this.
“yeah, just like that, sweetheart— fuck, m’gonna—” gaz moans, eyes slamming shut as he shoves himself as far as he can get inside you, before coming with another guttural groan.
he pulls out midway through his release, spurts of milky white dashing across johnny’s face, who lays there equally with glossy eyes and swollen lips. warm ropes paint the puffy lips of your cunt, and you feel your eyes roll. johnny stutters on a moan and gaz rubs his hands over your thighs as the lot of you fizzle down from your highs. sediment settling at the bottom of the river.
you pant as though you’d run for miles. cardio. the best kind, gaz would say with a wink.
“gaz,” you begin. “johnny, holy shit.”
gaz chuckles while johnny rolls onto his back, chest moving rapidly. the slow-forming wet patch across the front of his tight shorts tells you and gaz all you needed to know.
“poor johnny, comin’ straight into his shorts,” gaz chides with a smirk.
he then turns to look down at you with that signature twinkle in his beautiful dark eyes. he gently, gently, runs a pair of fingers up and down the seam of your pussy, smearing the leaking mixture of his spend and yours.
“s’pose he should get a turn with this pretty girl, eh?” he whispers, leaning over you to kiss you. the kiss is warm and salty. metallic and heady. you feel his tongue curl around yours, and the moan you pass into his mouth is answer enough.
