Page 177 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

“You going to come with his cock in your mouth, dream girl?” Carter asks.

I shiver and continue what I’m doing—stroking and sucking, cupping Penn’s balls and trying to take him deeper. Even when I can’t breathe, when he fills my throat and cuts off my air?—

“She likes that,” Carter tells him. “She clenches, ooh, fuck. Yeah, just like that.”

My eyes roll back. I’m losing control, but it seems like it doesn’t really matter anyway. Penn grasps my hair and holds my head still. He takes over, his hips driving his cock into my mouth. I keep open wide for him, while Carter stays even with the same tempo. Every stroke into me is hard and deep, but so fucking slow. The withdrawal leaves me trembling and gasping.

Empty.

Then it repeats.

They drive me higher and higher.

Carter breaks first. He stills and groans. The pressure on my clit increasing as he focuses all his attention on me. When I tip over a few seconds later, my cry is muffled by Penn’s dick. The sounds seem to only work him up, and it triggers him like a domino effect.

I swallow what I can, but he pulls out and spills across my chin and throat, too.

“Fuck,” Carter groans. He’s still inside me, semi-hard, and he pumps a few more times. “I have no interest in touching dick, but…”

“Hot,” Penn agrees. “Not that I like to watch her get fucked by someone else either.”

They both pause.

I wipe at my mouth, my eyes closing again.

“It’s time to get up.” Carter kisses my cheek. His hand grips the back of my neck, his other across my back, and he forces me to sit up. “Shower with me.”

“Or we could go back to sleep,” I suggest.

He chuckles. “Penn’s going to make coffee. Come on.”

I sigh, but I let him help me out of bed and steer me into the bathroom. His cum seeps out of my pussy, smearing across my thighs. I run my fingers down my throat and collect Penn’s. Most of it wound up in my mouth.

“Don’t tell.” Carter pushes me against the door and kisses me soundly. His tongue infiltrates my mouth, tasting all of me thoroughly. But then he moves lower, kissing my throat. Tasting?—

I whimper. I cup the back of his neck as he licks and tastes more than just me.

When he hoists me up, I’m not even surprised that he’s hard again. He thrusts back inside me. His motions are quick and frantic, a sudden, unexpected high he’s forced to chase.

I just hold him. The back of his neck and his shoulder, my grip tight enough to be steady but not leave marks. My shoulders make a steady thump on the door. He comes with a gasp, his body shaking with the force of it.

Slowly, he withdraws and drops my feet back to the floor.

He clears his throat.

I smile at him. “It’s okay.”

It takes a minute for his gaze to come back to mine.

Suddenly, a fist hits the other side of the door. “You’re supposed to be showering, not fucking and locking me out.”

I smother my laugh.

Carter rolls his eyes. “Too late.”

Penn grumbles.

I turn on the shower. We brush our teeth while we wait for the water to heat. When we’re done, his gaze travels my body.