Chapter 474: In the Hotel with Sydney and Cindy [2] [R-18 Contents!]

I lay there, chest heaving, my lungs pulling in great, ragged gulps of air like a man who’d just surfaced from deep water. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs echoing in my ears as the aftershocks of the most mind-melting orgasm I’d ever experienced rippled through my limbs in lazy, electric waves. Every muscle felt liquefied, turned to warm honey beneath my skin.

This was, without question, the best blowjob I’d ever had. No contest. Not even close.

I forced my eyes open and looked down the length of my body. Sydney was still kneeling between my thighs, her lips swollen and glistening, slowly pulling back until my oversensitive cock slipped from her mouth with a wet sound. She sat back on her heels, her chest rising and falling with her own labored breaths, and dragged her tongue across her lower lip, gathering the mess there with a slow, savoring motion. Her blue eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, locked onto mine as she brought her index finger to her cheek, swiping through a thick streak of my release that had painted her sharp cheekbone.

She held my gaze, unblinking, and sucked her finger clean with an audible, obscene "Mmmmmm~" that made my spent cock twitch in sympathy.

Beside her, Cindy rose slowly, her slender frame trembling. She was blushing so brightly I could see the crimson flush spreading down her neck, over her collarbones, disappearing into the cups of her white bra. My cum decorated her face in pearlescent ropes, across her forehead, her nose, her chin, her flushed cheeks. She looked dazed, overwhelmed, utterly debauched. She lifted a shaking hand to wipe at her face, but then paused, her fingers hovering near her lips. With a shy, hesitant glance at me, she collected a thick droplet sliding down her jaw and brought it to her mouth, slipping her finger between her lips and licking it clean with a soft, kittenish "Mmmph."

The sight sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to my gut.

"Haaah..." I exhaled, long and shaky, my head falling back against the pillow.

"That was one hell of an ejaculation, Ryan," Sydney giggled, her voice throaty and rich with satisfaction. She swiped another streak from her chin, examining it on her fingertip before licking it off with a teasing flick of her tongue.

"Can you really blame me...?" I managed, my voice wrecked, barely more than a rasp. My throat felt raw from the sounds I’d been making. "It was simply too good."

"Well," Sydney purred, leaning forward, her palms flattening against my inner thighs. She dragged her nails lightly up my sensitive skin, making my muscles jump. "This is just the beginning."

She flicked my cock with one delicate finger. It was half-limp now, spent and sensitive, resting heavy against my thigh. But even as she touched it, I felt the familiar stir of blood beginning to return, a slow, heavy pulse awakening in my groin. With the two of them looking at me like that, faces glazed, eyes hungry, it wouldn’t take long.

Sydney pulled back then, sliding off the bed. She stood at the foot of the mattress, her legs slightly parted, and hooked her thumbs into the lace waistband of her panties.

"Cindy," she called. "I count on you to get his cock back into full shape."

Cindy blinked, her blush deepening. "W-what? I..."

But Sydney wasn’t waiting. She dragged her panties down her hips, over her thighs, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them slowly so I could watch the process. Her pussy was revealed in all its glory; bare, smooth, already glistening with arousal, her inner thighs shiny with her own wetness. The scent of her hit me then, musky and sweet and intoxicating, making my mouth water and my half-hard cock swell another fraction.

My breath caught in my throat.

Cindy seemed equally stunned, her eyes going wide as saucers as she stared at Sydney’s exposed sex. "I... I can’t believe we are going..." she stammered, her voice tiny and embarrassed, her gaze flicking away before darting back, unable to help herself. "We’re really doing this?"

"We are doing it," Sydney smirked.

She climbed back onto the bed, her movements sleek and confident, and crawled up my body until she was straddling my chest. Her knees settled on either side of my ribs, her pussy hovering just above my sternum. She was so wet I could feel the damp heat of her against my skin as she rubbed herself there, with a teasing grind that left a slick trail on my chest. "A nice threesome. Right here. Right now."

I looked up at her, transfixed by the sight from below, her breasts heavy above me, her stomach taut, the dark thatch of hair framing her glistening cunt. My hands came up instinctively, catching her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh there.

She smiled down at me and dragged her pussy higher, sliding up my chest, over my collarbone, until she was positioned above my face. The scent of her was overwhelming now, making my head spin. I could see every detail, the flushed, swollen folds, the pearl of her clit peeking from its hood, the way her entrance fluttered and dripped with clear arousal.

"Ryan," she breathed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that vibrated through me. "Now it’s my turn to get licked."

She raised herself slightly, adjusting her angle, and moved further up my body until her knees were bracketing my head, her pussy settling right against my mouth, her lips parted and slick against my own.

I didn’t hesitate. I was starving for her. My hands gripped her hips tighter, holding her steady, and I surged upward, pressing my open mouth against her sex in a messy, hungry kiss.

"Oh fuck—!" Sydney cried out, her back arching like a bow as her hands shot up to grab the headboard. Her knuckles went white against the wood. "Ryan, yes—nnngh—yes, right there—"

I groaned against her, the vibration making her shudder, and immediately stuck out my tongue, dragging it in one long, broad stroke from the bottom of her slit to the top, gathering her taste, salty and sweet and uniquely her, on my tongue. She was soaked, drenched, her arousal coating my chin and lips as I lapped at her greedily, flicking my tongue against her clit, circling it, sucking it between my lips with a wet, rhythmic shluck-shluck.

"H...Haaan... fuck, yes..." Sydney moaned, her hips bucking against my face, grinding her pussy into my mouth with shameless abandon. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, her fingers white-knuckled on the headboard as she rode my tongue. "Just like that—nnngh—don’t stop—"

I was lost in her, drowning in the taste and scent and heat of her, when I felt it, a warm, wet pressure wrapping around my half-hard cock.

I grunted into Sydney’s pussy, the sound muffled and vibrations making her cry out "Oh—oh fuck, do that again—", my hips jerking upward involuntarily. I couldn’t see Cindy from this angle, my entire world reduced to the slick heaven of Sydney grinding against my face, but I felt her.

Cindy’s lips closing around my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping at the sensitive underside where Sydney had driven me wild just minutes before.

But then, movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention.

There was a mirror. Perfectly positioned on the wardrobe door across from the bed, angled just right to give me a view I hadn’t expected. And what I saw nearly made me come undone right then.

Cindy was on all fours beside the bed, her ass in the air, her white-clad breasts swaying slightly with her movements, her face buried in my groin as she took my cock back into her mouth. From this angle, I could see the curve of her spine, the way her thighs pressed together as if trying to relieve an ache between her legs, the shy, eager way her head bobbed up and down, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. She looked like a picture of innocent debauchery. 𝖋𝙧ⅇ

"Nnngh—!" I groaned against Sydney’s pussy, the sound vibrating through her folds, making her shriek and grind down harder against my mouth.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even moan properly, not with Sydney’s slick, swollen lips smothering my mouth, her clit throbbing against my tongue as I flicked and sucked and lashed at her. So I chose to focus on her with a renewed, desperate fervor, channeling every ounce of pleasure Cindy’s mouth was giving me into eating Sydney out.

I speared my tongue into her entrance, fucking her with it, curling it upward to drag against her inner walls. Sydney’s moans turned into sharp, staccato cries—"Haan! Haan! Nnngh—Ryan—fuck—right there—"—her hips jerking erratically, her thighs clamping around my head like a vise. She was dripping onto my chin, my neck, using my face unapologetically for her pleasure, and I loved it.

Below, Cindy had found her rhythm, her mouth working my cock with increasing confidence. She was taking me deeper now, her throat relaxing, her soft "Mmmph—mmph—" sounds mixing with the wet, obscene shluck of her lips and the desperate, broken cries falling from Sydney’s lips above.

The dual sensation was obliterating. Sydney’s pussy grinding against my tongue, her taste flooding my mouth, her thighs trembling and clenching around my head, while Cindy’s hot, eager mouth sucked and stroked and worshipped my cock back to full, throbbing hardness. I was trapped between them, a conduit for their pleasure, my mind blanking out until there was nothing but the wet sounds, the musk of sex, the heat of skin on skin, and the climbing pressure building in my gut.

"Oh god...oh fuck....I’m gonna—" Sydney gasped above me, her hips stuttering, her grip on the headboard slipping. "Ryan—nnngh—don’t stop—"

I had no intention of stopping. I doubled my efforts, sucking her clit hard between my lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue, my hands gripping her ass to hold her flush against my face. I felt her orgasm building in the tension of her thighs, the fluttering of her walls around my tongue, the way her breath came in short, sharp pants—

And Cindy chose that exact moment to take me to the root, her nose pressing against my abdomen, her throat constricting around my tip with a desperate, gagging "Nnngh-glk—"

The vibration, the constriction, and the sight of her in the mirror—fuck.

I was hard as steel again, pulsing and throbbing in Cindy’s mouth, and Sydney was about to come all over my face.

I groaned against Sydney’s clit, the vibration making her shriek and buck, her thighs clamping around my head like a vice. I could feel her orgasm building in the trembling of her muscles.

"Ah—ah—nnngh—Ryan—don’t stop—please...don’t you fucking stop—it’s coming..."

I had no intention of stopping. I doubled down, sucking her swollen bud hard between my lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue in a merciless, staccato rhythm. My hands slid from her hips up to grip her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her down harder against my face, smothering myself in her. I wanted to drown in her. I wanted every drop.

And then she broke.

"Oh—oh god—HAhhnnghhh—!"

Sydney cried out a high pitched voice. Her back arched like a drawn bow, her head thrown back, her knuckles bone-white where they gripped the headboard. Her thighs trembled violently, shaking against my cheeks, and then I felt it, the hot, sudden gush of her release flooding my mouth, coating my tongue, my chin, dripping down my neck in warm, musky streams.

"Fuck—fuck—Ryan—nnngh—!" She wailed, her hips jerking erratically, grinding her spasming pussy against my mouth as wave after wave crashed through her.

I drank her greedily. My tongue lapped and licked and sucked, swallowing every drop she gave me, the taste of her intense and intoxicating, flooding my senses. My hands flew back to her hips, grasping hard, holding her still as she shuddered and convulsed above me, riding my face through the aftershocks, her cries dissolving into breathless, whimpering moans.

"Haaah—haaah—oh my god—"

But as she came undone above me, my own body betrayed me. The sensation of her flooding my mouth, the taste of her orgasm, the desperate sounds she was making—it sent a jolt of pure, electric need straight to my groin. My hips bucked upward involuntarily, thrusting deep into Cindy’s waiting mouth.

"Nnngh-glk—!"

Cindy’s whimper came out startled, her throat constricting around my length as I pushed deeper than she’d expected. I heard the wet, choking sound, felt her hands press against my thighs in surprise, and immediately I stopped, my hips falling back to the mattress with a groan of apology.

"Sorry—nnngh—Cindy, I’m sorry—" I tried to gasp out, but the words were muffled against Sydney’s still-twitching pussy.

Sydney was gasping for breath above me, her chest heaving, her body slick with a sheen of sweat. Slowly, trembling, she released her death grip on the headboard and slid backward, her knees unsteady, until she was straddling my chest instead of my face. She looked down at me, her face flushed a deep, gorgeous crimson, her hair a wild mess around her shoulders, her lips parted as she sucked in ragged lungfuls of air.

I looked up at her, my own face undoubtedly a wreck, chin shiny with her arousal, lips swollen, eyes heavy-lidded and dazed. She reached out with a trembling hand, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead, her expression softening with something like concern.

"Did I..." She panted, her voice hoarse and breathless. "Did I overdo it? Are you okay down there? I got a little... carried away."

I laughed. It came out rough, wrecked, my throat raw. "Overdo it you say..." I repeated. I reached up and gripped her waist, my thumbs tracing circles against her damp skin. "Sydney, you actually under did it. You think a little thing like that is too much for me, I’m strong enough. I want everything from you. Both of you. Don’t hold back. Not ever."