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Willa
Zander widens the position of my legs. His lightly calloused fingers send shivers down my spine and to my core. They move down my legs, to my apex, where he uses them to spread me open. He leans in, and I expect the wetness of his mouth, but it’s his nose I feel as he scents me.
“Goddamn, Willa.”
I whimper, needy and more turned on than I’ve ever even imagined I could be. Damian’s fingers are entwined with mine, he squeezes gently, and I look at him.
“Why are you still dressed,” I ask Damian, but then Zander’s tongue dives into my cunt, and I lose my sanity. “Oh, fuck.”
“Is it good,” Damian whispers in my ear. “Have you dreamed of this, Willa?”
“Fuck, yes. Yes!”
Zan’s tongue swirls inside me once, then he sucks my clit in little pulses, driving me crazy. Damian runs his hand along my collarbone and down to weigh my breast. He massages it for a moment before one of Zander’s hand joins his. I stare as their fingers tangle atop my nipple; Damian’s other hand still holding mine, connecting us all together.
“Fuck his mouth, beautiful. He wants to taste you when you come,” Damian demands.
Zander hums into me, the warm vibration better than any of my arsenal of toys. His thumb settles on my clit and works overtime when his tongue stiffens and fucks me like a wet cock. I wish it was his cock. Visions play behind my eyelids of three bodies, naked and writhing. Shining with exertion as we fuck each other stupid.
My hips pick up pace. Zander doesn’t pause for even a second until I’m pulling his hair and screaming his name in bliss.
“You’re exquisite when you shatter, Willa,” Damian says to me. “Let me taste her.”
Releasing me, he moves to kneel beside where Zander’s head rests on my bare thigh. Once again, he twines his fingers with mine, this time in the nest of Zan’s curls. Pulling him in, he seals his mouth to his in a passionate kiss. I watch, mesmerized and gushing every time they pull away just enough for me to see their tongues lick at each other.
“I think I could come just from watching the two of you,” I say. They both turn to me, grinning widely. “You’re both insanely hot. But together, you’re unfucking real.”
“Oh, we’re very real, gorgeous,” Zander says.
“Show me how real,” I tell him, rising up to my elbows. “I’m the only one naked here, after all.”
“That’s what you want? Us naked,” Zan asks, staring up at my body.
“Yes, please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he says, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before standing next to Damian.
Damian pulls his tee over his head in that one-handed move men make. His chest is dotted with dark ink. I expected as much, but the grayscale art is breathtaking. There are more roses mixed with other flowers and vines, each one placed perfectly to enhance his body. I pause, before reaching out to touch him.
“Can I?”
“Yeah, beautiful.”
Tracing the thorns that creep over his hip with my finger, I preen when I feel the twitch of his muscles. Moving my hands slowly, I watch his face to make sure I’m not overstepping any unspoken boundary. When I reach the button of his pants, Damian nods slightly, giving me the permission I seek. When I get them undone, I find him bare. And so damn hard.
I drag my tongue up his shaft as I push his pants down.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell him, spying even more art on his legs. He’s the complete opposite to Zander’s virgin skin. When he, too, is naked, I can’t help but sit back and compare. Neither of them seems to mind my lazy perusal. Their height is similar, same as their build, though Zan is much more defined. And their cocks? Zan has more girth, but Damian wins in length. “Shit, I might be the luckiest lady in all of Seattle.”
“Open that mouth for me and I’ll be the luckiest man to ever live,” Zander says.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to be the reason for you to lose that title,” I say. Damian grabs a pillow off the couch and drops it to the floor. It gives my knees a cushion and props me at the right height to be at eye level with their dicks. “Who’s first?”
Damian laughs, a soft chuckle that shakes his whole body. Zander isn’t laughing, though. He’s staring down at me with an unbridled need. I nudge the tip of his cock with the tip of my nose. It bobs, and he wraps his hand around it, stroking it a couple of times. Opening wide, I offer my mouth to him. Without hesitation, he slides in, taking his time, letting me savor him as much as he savors me.
“Goddamn, Willa.”
“The only thing prettier would be our cocks in your cunt,” Damian says, making me hum with a greedy need.
