Fiction To Fact

Amy’s fingers drummed impatiently against her phone screen as she reread Rory’s latest story on Red Hot Pie. His words were vivid, raw - each sentence stoking the fire between her thighs. She shifted on the couch, her silk robe slipping open just enough to reveal the flushed skin of her chest.

Rob walked in, still in his work gear, sweat glistening on his brow. He took one look at her - the way her legs were slightly parted, the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric - and sighed. “Again?”

Amy arched an eyebrow, her voice dripping with need. “You know I can’t help it.”

Rob knew. He always knew. Lately, it felt like no matter how many times he fucked her, how many toys they used, or how many couples they invited into their bed, Amy’s hunger never waned. And now, there was Rory.

The first time they met Rory in person, Amy’s pulse hammered so hard she could feel it in her clit. He was taller than Rob, lean arms and a smirk that promised filthy things. The moment he stepped into their Auburn Grove home, the air thickened with tension.

Amy wore a tight black dress that hugged every curve, her cleavage on full display, her lips painted a sinful red. She didn’t miss the way Rory’s gaze darkened as he looked her over.

“So,” Rory rumbled, his voice rough. “You’ve been reading my stories.”

Amy bit her lip. “And thinking about them. A lot.”

Rob cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. He knew this was inevitable - Amy’s obsession had been building for weeks. “Let’s just… get this over with.”

Rory chuckled. “Oh, mate. We’re not just getting it over with.”

The bedroom was a haze of sweat and desire. Amy lay sprawled across the sheets, her dress now pooled on the floor. Rob kissed down her neck, his hands kneading her breasts, while Rory knelt between her legs, his tongue already working her into a frenzy.

“Fuck,” Amy gasped as Rory’s mouth sealed over her clit, his fingers plunging deep inside her. She was soaked, her hips bucking against his face. Rob groaned, watching as Rory devoured her like a man starved.

“You like that, don’t you?” Rob murmured, pinching her nipples. “You love having two men at once.”

Amy could only moan in response, her back arching as Rory’s tongue flicked faster. The first orgasm hit her hard, her thighs clamping around Rory’s head as she cried out. But they weren’t done.

Rory pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Your turn, mate.”

Rob didn’t hesitate. He pushed Amy onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as he slammed into her from behind. She gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes.

Rory moved in front of her, his cock thick and heavy in her face. Amy didn’t need prompting - she took him into her mouth, sucking greedily as Rob pounded into her. The dual sensations were overwhelming, her body trembling with pleasure.

“That’s it, take it,” Rory growled, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Amy’s second orgasm crashed over her, her moans muffled around Rory’s cock. Rob groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he spilled inside her.

But Amy wasn’t satisfied.

Later, Rob sat on the edge of the bed, catching his breath. Rory, however, was still hard, his eyes locked on Amy as she stretched like a satisfied cat.

“I’m gonna take a walk,” Rob said finally, standing. He pressed a kiss to Amy’s forehead. “You two… have fun.”

The moment the door clicked shut, Rory was on her.

He flipped Amy onto her back, his mouth crashing onto hers as his hands roamed her body. “You’ve been driving me fucking mad,” he growled against her lips.

Amy wrapped her legs around his waist, her core aching for him. “Then do something about it.”

Rory didn’t need telling twice. He burrowed himself inside her in one brutal thrust, making Amy scream. His pace was relentless, his hips slamming into hers as he fucked her into the mattress.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Rory groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. “No wonder Rob can’t keep up.”

Amy’s third orgasm tore through her, her vision whiting out as Rory pounded her through it. She screamed out as she plunged her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around him as her toes curled. He followed soon after, his release hitting her on her C cupped tits as he collapsed on top of her, both of them panting.

When Rob returned, he found Amy curled up with a rug over her, a lazy smile on her face - finally, finally sated.

For now.