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“Well done,” he said while sipping on a gin and tonic. “I think she quite likes the way you’re ravishing her.”
All of this felt perfectly normal, so I bit my lip and nodded. “I like it a lot.”
Keeping his blue-gray eyes locked onto me, Tristan told Andrew, “I think she’d like it even more if you took her from behind.”
Yes, I thought. I want that so badly.
Andrew rumbled a laugh, then twisted me around until I was on my knees, facing Tristan. I let out a grunt of a moan as he filled me from behind, his palm caressing up my spine until he was gripping one of my shoulders for support.
“Give it to her harder,” Tristan instructed in that prim, proper accent.
“Can do.” Andrew began slamming into me, rougher and faster. Every stroke sent lightning bolts of pleasure up my body, down my legs and into my curling toes. All the while, Tristan sipped his drink and focused on me. There was a hungry look in his eyes, a look which commanded my attention. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as Andrew pounded me, harder and harder.
“Do you just want to watch?” Andrew gritted out behind me. “Or would you like to join in?”
Tristan cocked his head in a way that reminded me of James Bond deciding how he was going to proceed. “I think that depends on what our dear Melinda desires.”
“I think she wants you to join us.”
Tristan raised an eyebrow at me. “Is this true? Do you wish for my vigorous participation?”
The words came from my heart rather than my brain, spoken before he had finished asking the question: “Yes.”
Tristan smiled, finished his drink, then stood. As Andrew continued ravishing me from behind, Tristan slowly began undressing like he had all the time in the world. First he removed his jacket, carefully folding it and placing it on the back of the pool chair. His cufflinks came next, the silver clinking on the glass table as he put them down. Then the vest was unbuttoned and peeled away, followed by the buttons of his dress shirt. His chest was smooth and hairless, lean with muscle rather than strong like Pierce. Now that he was down to just his dress pants, he approached me slowly.
In the dream I wasn’t afraid to be forward with what I wanted; I hooked my fingers behind his belt and pulled him closer. I had his zipper down in the blink of an eye, and then his cock was threading through the hole. Not wasting any time to admire it, I wrapped my lips around the tip and took as much of him into my mouth as I could.
The noise Tristan made deep in his throat was music to my ears.
“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Andrew groaned behind me. He was pumping faster, holding my hips with both hands for leverage.
“You feel quite good,” Tristan rumbled down at me. “I’ve been waiting for this since the moment you arrived on the Bellerophon.”
His pleasure turned me on even more, and I moaned around his thick length as I sucked him off. Every one of Andrew’s thrusts pushed me forward, and I allowed that rhythm to guide me forward onto Tristan’s cock, then back onto Andrew’s. I bounced between them, my own ecstasy building to unbelievable levels. My orgasm was right there, just over the next hill, drawing closer…
“I’m not lasting long,” Tristan said, voice tight with tension. “Just like that, yes…”
“No coming in her mouth,” Andrew managed to say. “You have to give her your seed.”
Tristan was breathing heavily now. “I know, I just… a little more…”
“Oh my God,” Andrew was groaning. “I’m… I’m…”
*
I woke with a jolt. Pierce was lying on his back next to me in bed, one muscular arm positioned behind his head as he slept, his bicep lit by the faint moonlight streaming through the window. I glanced at the clock—Pierce’s alarm would go off soon.
The dream was so real. I could still feel both of them, and the desperate lust I felt at being double-teamed by them.
There was an unbearable ache between my legs, a fire that needed to be quenched immediately. Sliding back under the covers, I found Pierce’s boxers and pulled them down. He was already mostly hard. Gripping his cock tightly in my fingers, I began sucking him off. He was fully stiff almost instantly.
I focused on the blowjob as Pierce sighed in his sleep. His eyes were closed, but I could see them fluttering behind his eyelids. I stroked him faster, swirling my tongue around his crown at the same time and rubbing my clit with my free hand.
His groans grew louder, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His hips were twitching in little thrusts; I could tell he was close. I needed him desperately, needed to feel his seed explode inside of me. Just when he was nearly there, I climbed up onto his body and impaled myself on his hard length.
Pierce’s eyes shot open as I rode him, bucking on top of him so roughly that the bed shook. His surprise quickly became ecstasy, one hand cupping my breast and pinching a nipple. That drove me over the edge, and I threw my head back and let out an exhale of a scream as I came. Pierce clenched his teeth as he came with me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me down to his hungry lips, kissing me as he filled me.
“What brought that on?” he asked as I slumped down on his chest.
