moist flesh, watching as her muscles contracted beneath the teasing brush. Mallory buck her hips beneath his grip, desperate for more contact. Had he given up on his goal? Was he intending to let her win? Yet before Mallory could complete the thought, his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking so deep and hard she would have screamed if not for the cock jammed down her throat.
“Three.”
Mallory circled her fingers around Lincoln’s balls, fondling his sac lightly. He grunted. His eyes slammed shut. His jaw clenched as he fought giving into the sensation. She tugged lightly on the globes, and he was lost. He fisted his fingers in her hair, slamming his cock deep into her throat, and then released. His thick cum washed down her throat. She swallowed deeply, desperate to drink him in as much as air.
The chants continued outside as Lincoln pulled his cock free of her mouth. He slumped to the ground beside her, like a balloon on January third, and buried his face in her hair. His warm breath tickled her nape as his rough breathing slowed to a normal beat.
“One.”
Mallory screamed as Gabe’s teeth scored her clit. Her legs shook beneath his tight grip. If it hadn’t been for his palms pressing her thighs to the ground, they would have been wrapped around his neck, pulling him down and keeping Gabe right where she wanted him. Instead he smiled up at her, holding all the control, and reveling in it.
Bright starbursts covered her vision. Her back bowed as the explosion inside her raged, fiery and consuming. She felt everything around her and nothing at the same time. Every sensation rolled together into one blissful movement.
She was only vaguely aware of Gabe releasing her legs and easing up from her thighs. The cheers for the New Year howled outside in one incoherent noise, masking the rip of the foil wrapper and the slip of the condom down Gabe’s cock.
Her pussy opened easily for him, slick and swollen. The muscles in her stomach and cunt continued to spasm as Gabe slowly pushed inside her body, increasing the intensity and duration of her orgasm with his furious rhythm. Her body felt boneless, her muscles a mass of heavenly quivers and ecstasy-inducing spasms. Her ass and shoulders burned from rubbing back and forth across the rough carpet, but she felt none of the friction, her body overwhelmed with sensation. She cried out, wrapping her legs around him without thought, losing herself to pleasure.
As the last crest and convulsion of her orgasm receded, Gabe screamed above her, blocking out the sax’s deep rendition of “Auld Lang Syne.” His body stiffened against hers. His cock jerked inside of her as he came, until he tumbled down to her chest. Mallory wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her limp, depleted form.
If she’d had the energy, she would have caressed him all over again, as she cemented every sensation to memory, but the complete exhaustion that swept over her made such movement impossible. Her muscles burned sweetly, her shoulders absent of weight, as her problems drifting away on a sea of pleasure.
She’d never felt like this after sex, or during it, for that matter. She wanted to remember the complete contentment of the moment, to save it forever for when these men were gone, traveling the road and picking up more girls to bestow this pleasure on. And she was once again alone.
Mallory took three deep breaths, a sudden giant weight the size of the Times Square ball sitting on her chest. The realities of tomorrow flooded her mind and overpowered her emotions. She had no right to be upset, to demand more, no matter how much she wanted it.
As Mallory’s breath slowly calmed, Lincoln rolled closer, picking up his head from her neck to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Happy New Year, baby,” he whispered on a sigh as he fell back to the rough carpeted floor.
A second later Gabe rose up, placing a kiss on her lips, sharing with her the musky taste of her arousal and his own salty,