#pg10 x reader

“Just wait, please?” Pierre says, catching your wrist as you walk down the hallway to the bathroom.

You stop and lean against the wall, crossing your arms across your chest and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Can we talk about it?”

“You’re my brother’s coworker and friend, Pierre! What more is there to talk about?”

“Did you not enjoy it?” he asks.

“Of course you would ask that... It was a nice kiss, but that’s all it’ll ever be.”

“Nice?” Pierre says, placing his hands on either side of your head on the wall, caging you in as he leans into your space. “You sure you don’t want more?” he asks huskily, and you have to fight to keep your eyes from rolling back in your head at how hot it gets you.

“I’m sure,” you say quietly, staring straight at his chest and not meeting his eyes.

“I think that’s a lie.” He responds, taking one hand and tilting your chin up.

“Pierre…” you breathe before he connects his lips to yours.

His one hand is still planted on the wall as the other slides around the back of your neck. Your body thrums with electricity from his kiss and his touch.

He pulls back and looks in your eyes before smiling. "Was I wrong?”

You shake your head, and he kisses you again, this time with more hunger. Your hands grip his shoulders as he grabs your waist, pressing you back into the wall with his body weight.

He begins kissing down your neck as your head falls backwards and you struggle for breath with the fire his mouth is creating on your skin.

“Wait, wait, wait.” You say and he immediately pulls back.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just we’re in a hallway where anyone can find us at any moment.” You say and he grins before taking your hand and pulling you behind him out the back door of the club. You’re barely able to keep up with his long strides as he leads you to his car in the parking lot, unlocking it and holding the passenger door open for you.

You glance around, trying to make sure no one has seen you and that there are no paparazzi before you duck in the car.

You take a second to breathe as he rounds the car to the driver’s side and gets in.

“Where to?” he asks, starting the car.

“I’m living with my brother until season starts back…” you respond.

“My place it is then.”

He pins you against the apartment door as soon as you’re both inside, and you look up at him expectantly.

“You look so beautiful.” He says and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Thank you.” You respond softly and he smiles at you before kissing you gently.

He slides his hands down your sides, following your curves as his mouth kisses across your jaw and down onto your neck for the third time that night.

“Tell me this is going where I think it is.” He says, dragging his nose up the side of your neck.

“Well I didn’t come home with you to have a tea party.” You respond and he laughs.

“You let me know if you want to stop at any point, oui?”

“Oui.” You reply before pressing your lips back to his. His hands roam over your ass and down to grip your thighs.

“Jump up for me.” He says and you do so, wrapping your legs around him as your dress bunches up over your hips. He carries you through his apartment and tosses you gently on the bed as you let out a yelp.

“Pierre!”

“What? You’re not that fragile, princesse.”

“How would you know?” you ask, fake scowling up at him as you kick your shoes off into his room.

“You don’t think I’ve watched you over the years, hmm? Don’t think I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you that first time?” he gracefully climbs over you on the bed, laying you back as your breath catches at his words.

“That was 5 years ago…” you say as he leans on his elbows above you, encasing you under him completely.

“I know.” He says tracing a hand over your cheek before kissing you softly.

“Lando told me to stay away from the other drivers, but I couldn’t help being attracted to you.”

“Please don’t talk about your brother right now.” He groans, dropping his face into your neck as you giggle.

“Did you miss the part where I said I’m attracted to you?”

“Oh I already knew that mon amour. You aren’t as subtle as you think you are with your staring…”

“Lando is about as subtle as an elephant, so I’d like to say I’m at least better than him.”

“Please stop talking about your brother.” He says, biting into your throat gently.

You laugh, and he smirks as he sits back on his knees, pulling his shirt off before reaching for the hem of your dress. You shift to help him as he slides it up your body. 

After your dress has been pulled fully off, Pierre grabs your wrists, pinning your hands above your head and holding them there.

“Can you keep those up for me, or do I need to find something to tie them with?” He asks and your hips jerk up into his unconsciously at the thought as he smirks. “I’ll remember that for next time, but will you answer me?”

“I’ll keep them up.” You respond quietly and he lets go, sliding his hands down your arms before settling them on your chest.

His thumbs tease over your nipples through the lacy bra you’re wearing. 

“Pierre…” you sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as he lowers his mouth to graze his teeth over and lick one of the now stiff buds.

“Does that feel good, mon ange?” he asks, and you nod. “Words, please.”

“Yes. I need more.” You say, opening your eyes to look down at him. His blue eyes are darker than normal, and his hair is still mussed from pulling his shirt off. He’s between your legs but holding his weight up on his legs and forearms. 

You wrap your legs around him and pull him down against you and he laughs.

“You said I couldn’t use my hands but didn’t say anything about my legs.” You smirk and he shakes his head in amusement.

“Oh, I’m definitely tying you down next time.” He says, and your heart skips a beat not just at the promise, but at the thought that he wants to do this again. 

He reaches around your back and flicks your bra open easily, pulling it so you can toss it on the floor before you place your hands back on the top of the pillow.

“Good girl.” He says and you moan slightly at the praise tumbling so easily from his lips. He buries his face in between your breasts, taking a breath before planting a gentle kiss and moving back to your nipple with his mouth. His hand comes up to massage your other breast as he teases you. You grip the pillow to keep yourself from running your hands through his hair as you bite your lip.

His kisses trail from one breast to the other and then trail down your stomach as you sigh.

“Still okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, and he shifts his body down the bed.

“All this is for me?” he asks as he admires the wet patch on your panties before tracing a finger over it. Your hips buck towards his touch, and he slides his hands to your waist, slipping the panties down your legs and tossing them behind him.

Settling back between your legs and placing your knees over his shoulders, he starts slowly with kisses and love bites to your thighs before getting to where you’re actually craving him.

“Pierre!” you gasp as he licks through your wet folds, sliding his tongue deliciously around your clit.

“You are perfect.” He says softly before pressing his mouth back on your core, his facial hair tickling the inside of your thighs as you sigh in pleasure.

He works you thoroughly with his tongue, building the tension inside you as you reach for your peak. You’re lost to the sensation, and you thread your hand through his hair. He pulls back and looks up at you as your chest heaves and you whine at the loss of contact.

“Mon amour didn’t I tell you to keep your hands up?” he asks, and you release him, placing it back above your head.

“I’m sorry…”

“Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, please” you breathe, closing your eyes again.

“Then behave.” You squeal as you feel his hand slap against the side of your ass sharply.

He goes back to sucking at your clit and moves a hand between your legs to slip a finger into you. You groan at the feeling, and he adds another.

He curls them against your soft walls and your hips buck as you build back towards your orgasm. His fingers work you rhythmically while his tongue dances around and across your clit. His teeth gently graze it and then he sucks while pressing his fingers into your g spot. Your legs are shaking, and you cry out as you orgasm. He works you through it before slowing his fingers down and sliding them out.

“Fuck you’re so good at that.” You groan and you feel his smile as he presses a kiss to your thigh.

“You’re so wet for me my pretty girl…” He says, climbing up next to you and dropping a kiss to your temple.

“Can I touch you now?” you ask and he smiles.

“Yes. You were a very good girl for me.”

You grab the chain hanging around his neck and pull him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

You slide your arms around him, scratching lightly down his back and he sighs into your kiss.

“You have too much clothing on still.” You say and he moves so he’s standing next to the bed.

You admire his physique – the abs, the v cut of his hips, and the smattering of hair trailing down into his jeans as he unzips them and pulls them down his thighs. He shuffles them the rest of the way off, left before you now in just his boxer briefs, and your mouth waters at the sight of his bulge.

Needing to touch him now that you’re allowed, you sit up and hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers. His arms are down by his sides, letting you do as you please, and your breath catches when you pull down on the fabric and his cock springs free. You curl your hand around him, enamored by how hot and heavy he feels in your hand.

“Mon dieu” he groans as you stroke along his length a few times.

“I’ll say…” you murmur, not realizing you’d said it out loud until he chuckles.

“Don’t worry mon amour, you can take it.” He says and your eyes snap to meet his as you lick your lips. You’re not sure you agree, but you aren’t about to quit now.

“Should I show you what I’ve been wanting to do with you?” he asks, his voice rough with desire now that you’re touching him finally.

You nod and he’s back over you quickly, his briefs discarded, and nothing between you now as you lay flat on his bed. Your legs spread easily for him, and he kisses you lazily, his tongue tangling with yours as he slides gently through your folds.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod but he raises an eyebrow at you for a real answer.

“Please…” you manage, and he rubs the head over your clit before sliding it inside, meeting some slight resistance despite how wet you are and the prep he’s already done. You breathe through it, tilting your hips for more of him as he slides in slowly letting you adjust to the feel of him stretching and filling you.

“You’re so tight mon ange. You feel so good around me.” He groans, dropping his head into your neck, placing gentle kisses. “You okay?”

“Yes.” You manage out on a breathy moan as he rocks back and forth to stretch you a little more, being gentle but still very sure in his movements. His hips press against yours as he’s finally fully seated in you and you both moan at the feeling of him filling you so perfectly.

You grip his shoulders as he thrusts slowly and shallowly at first, letting you adjust as he gives you more, little by little. Each movement is a little harder than the last. His hips roll against you and your back arches, drawing him in as your body begs for more.

“Faster.” You plead and he’s more than happy to give you what you’re asking for.

Your body is soon meeting his thrusts, your hardened nipples brushing against his chest as you slide your arms around his back and scratch into his skin. His chain is dangling against you, warm from his skin, and you can’t resist grabbing him by it again, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss.

The pressure is building again for you, almost ready to explode, but you need a little more. As if sensing it, Pierre slides a hand between your bodies and finds your clit with his thumb. The tight circles he draws are the push that sends you into your second orgasm of the night and he groans at the feeling of you clenching around him.

“I’ve got you.” he says, almost panting in your ear. You turn your head, your lips connecting with his in another kiss. He allows you a moment to recover, pushing slowly in and out of you until your eyes refocus on his. He shifts your legs up on his hips as he adjusts for more leverage, changing the angle and quickening his pace. You’re more sensitive now, and a soft cry falls from your mouth as his thumb finds your clit again.

“Can you give me another?” he murmurs in your ear, his facial hair brushing against your cheek as you shake your head.

“I can’t” you gasp, shutting your eyes as you feel the ache growing again.

“Look at me.” He says, grabbing your chin as you open your eyes again. He’s pushed up on his arms, staring intensely as he drives into you. He’s determined now – determined to give you everything and to take what he wants. There is no hesitancy as he thrusts and your head swims with the sensations before your body explodes again.

He’s muttering praises to you in French, but you understand the sentiment even if you don’t know all of the words. Your mind is spinning, feeling drunk on this moment with him as his hips stutter.

He buries his face back in your neck, teeth grazing the skin while he moans your name as his release overcomes him. He thrusts through his orgasm as you skim your hands over his shoulders and down his back before he collapses against you. He’s careful not to crush you, but his weight is comforting in the afterglow.

You both lay like this for a bit, hands tracing over the other's body before he moves to kiss you softly.

“That was worth the wait.” He says with a smile, and you shove his shoulder with a small laugh.

“Incroyable, mon amour. Incroyable,” you reply, and his eyes light up.

“Is that the only French you know?”

“Just about. Will you teach me more?” you ask, and he nods, a smile still spread on his face.

“Bien sûr. You just have to spend more time with me to really learn.”

“I’m amenable to that.” You reply and he kisses you again.

As your kiss ends, he lifts up, sliding out of you as your walls flutter at the loss.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can rest.” He says, kissing your forehead before standing up and holding out a hand to help you out of the bed.

The next morning you’re leaning against his counter in the kitchen, sipping at a cup of tea, when there is a knock at his door. Pierre comes out of the bedroom in just a pair of sweats, crossing to open it. You bite your lip at the sight of him, shirtless and fresh from the shower.

“Oh,” Pierre says once he swings the door open, “HI CHARLES.”

“Why are you yelling? And why aren’t you dressed to go yet?” you hear Charles say from the other side of the door, and your mug clatters to the counter.

Pierre glances over at you in the kitchen, your eyes wide with alarm, and he quickly gestures for you to go into the bedroom. You sprint into his room, shutting the door heavily as Charles laughs.

“Ah, that is why you’re not ready to go.” Charles said. “Are you still going to come play padel with Max, Lando, and I?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll get changed and we can go. Just wait here.” Pierre says, gesturing for Charles to come in before closing the door behind him.

He comes into the bedroom where you are sitting on the edge of the bed, chewing on your nail.

“Pierre what the fuck!?” you whisper angrily as he shuts the door.

“I forgot we had plans and he was picking me up!” Pierre whispers loudly back.

“Not just plans! You’re hanging out with my brother!” you hiss.

“Okay so the timing is shit, but I’m not going to say anything to them.” He says with a shrug, stripping his sweats off to change.

“The timing is shit? You conveniently forgot last night when you decided to bring me home that you were seeing my brother today?” you say.

“I didn’t conveniently forget, I just actually forgot. I told you I’ve wanted you for years, and when we kissed at the club, I had to take my chance.”

Charles was too nosy not to come closer to Pierre’s room as he heard angry sounding voices faintly through the door.

“Pierre…” you say softly, walking to him as he finishes changing into his athletic gear.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks, looking down into your eyes.

“When you talk about how you’ve pined for me kind of makes it hard to stay annoyed.” You chuckle, placing your hands on his shoulders, and leaning up to kiss him softly.

“Mon amour, I have to go. Will you stay here while I’m gone?” he asks.

“I can’t stay Pierre; I was supposed to be back at Lando’s last night. He’s going to ask too many questions if I’m gone for too long.”

“OH MY GOD!” you hear Charles yell from the other side of the door. He’d been trying to place your voice this whole time, and now he was shaking with laughter as he put the pieces together. “Lando is going to push you off the track when he finds out.”

Pierre flings the bedroom door open to see Charles still laughing. You were standing behind Pierre in a pair of his shorts and a tee.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay by the door?” Pierre asks.

“You know I’m too nosy for that.” Charles says with a grin, peeking around Pierre at you. “Hi Norris.”

“Hi Leclerc,” you reply with a sigh.

“Lando is definitely going to murder you.” Charles says to Pierre, and you roll your eyes.

“He won’t if you don’t say anything to him.” You say, a threat evident in your tone.

Y/N POV

"Y/N, just pick truth or dare," Pierre says again for the fourth time in half an hour. Charles, Pierre, and I have been the best of friend sense we where young and truth or dare was something we always played but down with a couple of glasses of wine down we decided to play it again after years.

"Truth," I say while still looking down at my phone knowing my body was too heavy from wine to get up and do whatever stupid dare he had in mind.

"When was the last time you had sex," Pierre said making both Charles and him laugh like we where back in year 10 and they where teasing me about my first kiss with a boy they both hated in karting..

Once the question fully sets in I start to panic slightly. I try to come up with the best lie possible, "sometime last month."

But the second the words left my mouth both Pierre and Charles stop laughing before looking up at me.

"What," I question them looking up from ym phone to see both of them staring at me.

"You're lying," Charles tells me matter a factly making panic set in me all over again knowing I very well not be able to get out of this lie.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I mumble not even able to make eye contact with either of them only confirming their suspicions.

"If you had sex today you could just say that," Pierre jokes making my face grow red from the teasing.

"She's blushing, did our girl have a little quicky before coming over for the night?" Charles continues to tease only making me grown substantially more hot.

"No," I mumble out too embarrassed to admit the truth.

"What is it them? Why are you lying? We've been best friends for years," Charles says getting serious seeing that it's not longer a joking matter.

"I've never," Is all i can whisper out before I let the embarrassment of the situation stop me from saying more. When I look up I see the wheels start turn in both Pierre and Charles before realization sets in for both of them right at the same time.

"You're a virgin?" Pierre questions in absolute disbelief. I can't say anything so I just nod my head before bringing my attention back to my hands that are resting on my lap.

I can feel both of their gazes burning into my skin making me even more nervous.

"Can we move on please?" I finally lift my gaze and say trying to move on from the embarrassing moment.

"Truth or Dare Charles," I mumble moving on for them because I am tired of the awkward silence.

"Dare," he replies back snapping out of his stunned expression.

"I dare you to never mention this ever again," I reply back coldly not wanting to talk about this situation any further. Charles just rolls his eyes clearly still having questions but agreeing to move on.

We go a couple more round before Pierre is asking me truth or dare again.

"Dare," I say out after having to answer questions about our childhood and was even dared to call a mutual friend and tell her I was heading to the hospital for a UTI.

"I dare you to kiss Charles," Pierre says with a smirk making my face grow hot almost instantly.

While we have all been friends for years we had never once crossed this boundary and being in my mid twenties I have no idea why we are now.

I love over to find Charles just as shocked but there was another hint of something behind his eyes and I have no idea what to think of it. I slowly climb out of the coach I'm comfortably sitting in before walking towards Charles who is on the other side of the room sitting on one of the chairs.

When I get near him I lean down and place a quick kiss on his lips one so fast Charles has very little time to kiss back.

When I pull back both of our faces are bright red in embarrassment but I can't help but feel the butterflies that start to flutter.

When I sit back on the couch I ask Pierre truth or dare.

When he tells me dare I decide to continue with his little theme he decided to bring to the group.

"Strip down into nothing but your boxers," I say with a smirk knowing some of the wine is giving me the confidence I need to make such a brazer statement.

Charles huffs out a small laugh teasing Pierre who is bright red knowing he was about to be the only one undressed.

When he's in nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxers I can't help but let my eyes wander and that's where I notice the slightly large bulge underneath them.

I could tell he wasn't hard but it didn't matter care even soft he was large. I guess some rumors are true.

When I divert my eyes to Charles I notice he is watching me watch Pierre with a smirk on his face.

It's only a couple more rounds that leave us all in nothing but our undergarments. I was wearing a simple cloth bra making my nipples stand out due to being slightly turned on and also a little cold.

I have noticed both boys take a peak making my cheeks grow red but theres this other part of me that enjoys the attention from two men I trust with my whole life.

"Charles I dare you to suck on her nipples," Pierre dares Charles with the most bold dare we had ever dished out.

When younger we had made an agreement that we could never skip a dare unless it could genuinely hurt another person. So with that in mind Charles slowly stands up and fixes the front of his boxers in an attempt to hide his semi hard cock. With as tight as his boxers where and with his size it did nothing to help but I wasn't complaining.

I had just watched both of my best friends strip down before I gave them both a strip tease but knowing that Charles was about to pull the front of my bra down and take one of my nipples into his mouth I couldn't help but start to grow slightly wet.

When Charles was standing in front of me and his hands on the front of my bra ready to pull it down he hesitates before looking at me in the eyes for silent consent. I nod my head giving him full consent, which had Charles pulling the front of my bra down and leaning his head down to pull one of my hard nipples into his mouth. The second I feel his mouth engulf my nipple I moan out pushing my chest up to try and get impossibly closer.

While I was a virgin I was no stranger to sexual activities and between the strange build up and the wine coursing through my bloodsystem I can't help but think this might be the best nipple stimulation I have ever felt.

When Charles pulls back from the first nipple I whine slightly from the pleasure already being over but instead of making his way back to the other side of the room he quickly licks my other nipple before pulling it into his mouth and giving it a strong suck and then proceeding to sink his teeth into it and giving it a little tug making me gasp at the slightly rough stimulation.

When he pulls back from the final time I look down and catch Charles's eyes and can clearly see the lust swimming in his pupils. When I look down at my chest I notice Charles's saliva has coated my hard nipples beautifully.

When Charles makes his way back to he seat I slowly start pulling my bra back up catching Pierre's eye to notice that he had been staring at my nipples intently. When I look down a little futer I can see he is no longer soft but instead is sporting a semi.

"Y/N I dare you to make Pierre hard with nothing but your mouth," Charles says breathlessly.

"I didn't even pick one," I reply back watching Charles smirk slightly.

"Truth or dare?" He asks simply.

"Dare," I say with a smirk on my face before slipping off the couch and confidently making my way to Pierre who is now standing pulling his boxers dow before sitting back on the love seat he had comfortably occupied for the night.

When I get in front of Pierre I slip on my knees before bringing my mouth towards his cock. I knew as soon as he was fully hard I would not be able to take all of him into my mouth but that didn't stop me from dragging my tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip where I finally pulled his cock into my mouth where I feel is starting to grow harder.

When I start to pull him farther into my mouth I bring my hands to his thighs to make sure I can brace myself while I bring him into my throat. Knowing he wasn't fully hard I tested my limits and continued farther down until my nose was resting against his trimmed pubes.

When he starts getting too big to keep in my throat I feel myself gag while pulling back, making Pierre hiss at the added pleasure. When I start bobbing my head that was Pierre's final straw because he grips my hair and pulls me back not letting me close enough to even drag my tongue across his tip.

"I will cum," Perre says matter a factly which has me shrugging because truthfully I wanted to feel him cum.

"Pierre, I dare you to let me finish what I was doing," I whisper up making eye contact with him. When the words finally settle between us he groans throwing his head back before bringing my head back down.

"Charles, join," I say matter a factly when I turn around and find him rubbing himself through his boxers clearly turned on seeing his best friend suck off his other best friend.

When Charles gets up he makes his way before laying down on his back and moving me slighly so my thighs are resting on either side of his face before dragging his tongue over my clothed covered center.

"Fuck," I whine making me grip onto Pierre's cock a bit tighter making him hiss from the sensations.

Once I get used to the tongue teasing my pussy I lean my head back down and start pulling Pierre back into my mouth and almost instantly hitting my gag reflex, which I fight off making myself take him even farther. When I reach my limit I bob my head slightly before pulling back completely gasping for air after having cut it off for 30 seconds or so.

"Slow down, Belle," Pierre whispers while holding my head back with the fist of hair he hasnt once let go of. I start squirming on Charles's face when I realized Pierre had called me beautiful.

Charles must have taken this as a hint before next thing I know he has completely torn off my thong making me whine at the burn of the broken fabric bring ripped from ym skin.

Once Charles's dives back in eating like it was his lst meal on earth I start taking Pierre's cock back into my mouth taking it a bit slower this time.

I feel Pierre start to buck his hips in an erratic fashion alerting me that he was close to cumming. I push my head all the way down fighting my gag reflex knowing I was to make swallow every drop of cum Pierre had to offer.

When I bring one of my hands down to his balls I feel them tighten up before he groans out a loud fuck and start spilling his load right into my mouth.

All the while Pierre is cumming down my throat I feel Charles sneak a few fingers into my awaiting hole.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Charles grons into my pussy making me gasp at the vibrations of his words.

I feel myself growing close to the edge making me completely pull back from Pierre's cock and grip onto his thighs to use as leverage to grind into Charles's face before falling over the edge.

"Oh fuck," I moan out cumming all over Charles's face. He continues to finger fuck me and suck on my clit making sure to help me ride out the massive orgasm I was experiencing. I could tell Charles was cumming all over his hand simply by the way he was groaning and twitching under me.

When it was clear I was done cumming and the stimulation Charles was giving me was more painful than pleasurable he slows his actions down before Pierre is lifting me up and pulled me into his lap to let me fully come down from it in his comforting arms.

"Truth or dare," Pierre breaks the silence after a few minutes making both Charles and I laugh a little.

"Dare, but I wanna pick the dare," I say making both of the boys laugh and shake their heads. I knew this wasn't how the game worked but I also knew they would do whatever I wanted.

"I dare Charles to take my virginity," I whisper which instantly had Pierre tensing under me clearly shocked at my dare.

"Then after I dare you to fuck me... in doggy," I whisper against Pierre's lips letting him know he was not gonna be left behind. When Pierre groans at the suggestion I pull him in for a kiss he instantly starts kissing back before swiping his tongue on my bottom lip requesting access to slip his tongue into my mouth. When I part my lips slightly I feel Pierre's tongue slip into my mouth making me groan.

It doesn't take long for Charles to stand up and softly pull me into his arms before carrying me into his bedroom. When we get in there I see that Pierre had followed in before sitting on the bed where Charles places me in his lap but making sure I was still facing him.

With my back against Pierre's chest I feel Charles settle between my parted thighs. When I look down I can see he is dragging a condom onto his hard cock.

While he was still big he was still not as big as Pierre's cock which I can feel getting hard against my back.

Once Charles has slipped the condom all the way on he moves slightly closer to start teasing my clit with the tip of his protected cock.

When he feels like he has collected enough of my slick he finds my virgin hole before slowly starting to push in. When the tip is in I whine at the sensations overwhleming my body.

He slowly starts to continue to slip into my pussy making me gasp and try to grip onto anything to try and ground myself knowing that it's starting to become slightly painful.

"Relax," Pierre whispers on the side of my head before placing a soft kiss to help distract me from the large intrusion that is currently causing me some pain.

"Fuck," I gasp when I look down and see that Charles still has a couple inches to go but feeling too full already.

Charles can see the discomfort written all over my face so he relaxes back slightly to help me adjust. He starts playing with my throbbing clit to distract me while he slowly thrusts his hips trying to loosen me up enough to be able to slip the rest of his length into my pussy.

When he feels like he has loosened me up enough he gives one last hard thrust burrying completely into my no longer virgin pussy making me scream out at the startled pain coursing through my body. Charles stops all movement with his hips to focus on my clit and let me fully adjust to his length.

He bends down slightly to bring me in for a kiss which has me moaning into his mouth because now all the pain has faded and the full feeling is bringing me so much pleasure.

"Move, please," I gasp between kissing to signify to charles that I was ready for him to start moving.

His thrusts start out slowly making me gasp at all the new feelings I was experiencing. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to last long, between him playing with my sensitive clit and his perfectly timed thrusts I could feel my orgasm approaching far too fast.

"Close," I gasp trying to hold back to not let the feeling end.

"Cum for me," Charles groans out picking up the speed of his thrusts to bring me closer.

"Oh, fuck," I moan the second I feel the band in my stomach snap making me start cumming all over Charles's cock. I feel something spraying out of my body which has me frantically looking down to see myself squirting juices all over Charles. I grew red in embarrassment almost instantly cause I didn't know what was happening.

I feel Charles send one last thrust into my pussy before I feel him start to fill his condom up with a large load of his cum.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know how to hold it in," I whisper sheepishly trying to avoid eye contact with Charles feeling embarrassed.

"No, that was the hottest thing I've experienced. I'm happy to know I fucked you so good I had you squirting on my cock," Charles replies making sure to give me reassurance but also too cocky to hide how smug his smirk was.

Charles slowly starts slipping out of my tight pussy making me gasp at the sensations. When he fully pulled out I heard a wet pop making me gasp from the feeling of emptiness.

I watch as Charles stares at my slightly gaping pussy making me blush slightly. Once Charles's snaps out of it he leans down and pulls me in for another kiss before slipping from in front of me to sit on the other side of the bed so he can watch Pierre and I.

With Charles out of the picture, I turn my full attention to Pierre who has precum rubbing against my bare back alerting me that he is more than ready.

I lean up to pull Pierre's mouth into mine allowing for us to have a messy make-out session before he uses his strength to flip us over so he is now on top of me. We continue making out before he flips me over again so I'm on my stomach this time. He gives me a few seconds to adjust my position so I'm on my hands and knees presenting myself to him.

I can hear the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open and placed on his cock before I feel his tip teasing my clit.

I'm absolutely drenched so it doesn't take Pierre very long to coat his entire length in my slick. When I feel his tip teasing my entrance I start tensing up which has Pierre pulling back slightly and leaning down to leave a few festher light kisses on my back.

"Relax, sweet girl," Pierre whispers through kisses before finally getting back into position. When I feel his cock slowly start sliding in I do everything I can to make sure I stay relaxed but when he's only an inch or so buried into me I realize just how much thicker he was than Charles.

He was stretching me out in a way that Charles couldn't even do and the burn was slowly becoming unbearbale.

"S'too much," I gasp trying to pull my hips fowards but Pierre is stronger than me so he keeps me right where I am. He's not moving just letting me adjust to the feeling of having my once virgin pussy being stretched to the max.

"Relax. We'll go slow," Pierre tells me while soothingly stroking my back. When I get myself adjusted I slowly start pushing my hips into his knowing he wasn't gonna move until I was completely ready.

Pierre lets me do all the work allowing me to take as much time as I need to fill myself up with his cock.

"S'alot," I mumble when I feel like there can't be anymore room for him to move.

"A little bit more, Belle," Pierre groans out clearly restraining himself from burying the last couple inches into me but also wanting to make sure it was still pleasurable for me too.

"Just push the rest in, please," I finally whine out giving up on trying to take the last inch. I just wanted to get it over with, so with that Pierre slowly but forcefully pushes that last bit in making me instantly start cumming on his cock from all of the stimulation of his hitting places that have gone untouched for years.

"Did she just cum," Charles gasps in amazement at his best friends fucking right in front of him.

"Fuck, yes and she's even tighter than before," Pierre groans fighting off the impending orgasm he feels. He allows for me to come down from my orgasm completely before he starts slowly moving his hips allowing me to feel the pleasure all over again.

"So good," I moan when I feel his thrusts start to pick up in speed. Pierre is careful, he makes sure not to slam down too hard knowing he would hit my cervix causing far more pain than pleasure.

"Faster," I gasp when I feel another orgasm coming along and I don't even try to fight it off. I'm lost in the overwhelming pleasure of it all. I feel Charles's hot gaze on my skin which is my final straw and has me cumming all over Pierre's cock again.

"Fuck," I scream out not really knowing what else to do as this was some of the most overwhelming pleasure I have ever experienced.

Between the powerful orgasms and the slutty words of encouragement from Pierre, I don't even feel him start to cum into the condom until he is slowly pulling out making me whine at the loss of stimulation.

"I think you're all fucked out for the night, Belle" Pierre whispers against the side of my face when I try to bring my hips to his softening cock not wanting it to end just yet.

"More," I whine trying harder to gain stimulation.

"Quite the needy girl," Pierre says teasing me before slipping three fingers into my stretched pussy before he starts aggressively finger fucking me. It doesn't take long before I'm thrown over the edge all over again and start squirting all over Charles's bed again.

"Just had to make sure Charles couldn't brag about being the only one to make you squirt together," Pierre says in a teasing manner more to Charles than me but I wasn't complaining I got what I needed.

The last orgasms took any energy I had left in me so as soon as I was done cumming I collapsed into the bed allowing myself to come down from everything.

When I feel myself being moved into someone's arm I finally open my eyes to realize it was Charles picking me up.

"We're gonna sleep in the guest room tonight," Charles says while carrying me into the bathroom to let me do my business before he picks me up again and brings me into the room Pierre had been sleeping the last couple of days.

Charles drops me into the middle of the bed and I instantly curl into Pierre's side looking for any form of warmth.

Pierre hated seeing you like this. Hunched over your computer with a coffee to your left and a few energy drinks to your right. You were working on a project that needed to be finished in a few days, and you were stressed about it.

He tried to do things to help you, making sure you were fed, pulling you away from your computer to go to bed. But you were really starting to worry him. You looked like you could fall asleep any second now, exhaustion taking over.

“Ma cherie.” He says as he stands behind you. His hands massage your shoulders softly. “Take a break with me?” He asks, his lips trailing soft kisses over your neck.

“I can’t. I’m almost at a stopping point though.” You tell him without looking at him.

“You said that an hour ago.” He sighs. “Just take a break for an hour, then you can come back and work as long as you’d like.”

It’s tempting, the thought of stepping away, and his teeth scraping against your neck are helping him convince you.

“Okay.” You sigh. You save everything on your computer, then turn to your boyfriend.

“C’mon.” He takes your hand and guides you to your bedroom. “You’re going to lay down, and let me take care of you.” He tells you as he gently pushes you down to lay on the bed.

“Why is there rope next to the bed?” You ask him, smirking.

You’d used the rope before on both of you, and found that it made for a fun night.

“Just lay back and let me take care of you.” He murmurs as he climbs on top of you and kisses you.

By the end of the night your body is sore, the muscles in your arms ache from where they were tied above you. Pierre coos as he softly massages lotion into your skin.

Your body rests fully against his, your eyes fluttering closed.