When he finally lets go of my head, I look up at him, gasping for air. He’s looking down at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, his eyes slightly out of focus as he wipes the tears that leaked out as I gagged on him from my cheeks.
“You did so well, Rebecca.” He tilts his head to look past me to Elliot, who I realize has stopped going down on me while I got Sebastian off. “She can come now.”
As the words are out of Sebastian’s mouth, Elliot returns to his task, thrusting his tongue in and out of me. It’s rolled and skinny going in and he widens it as he pulls out, but he does it so fast, and all I can do is rest my forehead on Sebastian’s stomach and enjoy the experience. Especially when he brings his finger up and begins circling it around my clit, moving in ever faster and tighter spirals until I come with a choked sob, my fingers gripping the sheets on either side of Sebastian’s hips as my own buck against Elliot’s mouth.
As the waves of pleasure begin to abate, Elliot continues to lick me slowly, drawing out all of the tingles and vibrations fluttering through my body. And if he weren’t holding my thighs upright with his hands, I’d probably collapse right here onto Sebastian.
Slowly, Elliot kisses his way up my spine, before falling to the bed and pulling me against him so we’re in practically the same cuddling position we were a few minutes prior. The only difference is that Elliot’s cock is even more insistent in the way it’s pressing against me, with my shorts and panties still down by my knees and my pussy sensitive from coming so hard only a moment ago. I can feel him, hard against my bare buttocks, and if I wasn’t half limp from my orgasm I’d wriggle against himuntil he was wedged between them. I like the idea of letting him use the crack of my ass to get himself off. Maybe in a minute, when I have myself under control, I’ll suggest it.
But for now, all I can do is murmur, “Thank you,” to them both. My body is languid with the aftereffects of my orgasm right now, and a variety of thoughts and emotions are trying to poke their way to the forefront of my mind. I’m not in the mood for that though, so I push them aside to sort out later, when I’m not partially naked and in bed with two guys.
“You’re welcome,” Sebastian and Elliot respond at the same time.
I huff a laugh. They’re obviously very good at doing things in tandem, as they’ve just proven.
I wonder if Elliot is going to ask me to help him come, or if he’s going to take care of it himself. What is the protocol for that? I glance across Sebastian’s stomach to see Lukas and Felix slowly stroking their still-hard cocks inside their pants. Are they going to come at some point? Will they let me watch?
I open my mouth to ask Elliot if he would like to use my ass to make himself come, but instead what comes out is, “Are blow jobs like your cubes?”
They all go still, the three guys I can see staring at me in confusion.
“What do you mean?” Lukas asks, hand still in his pants but not moving.
I try to explain what I mean, my words coming slowly because even I don’t really know what I’m asking. “In your cubing, each scramble requires a different pattern to solve, right?” They nod, so I continue. “Do all of you prefer the same techniques for your blow jobs, or are there different patterns that different people prefer?”
I’m not sure I’ve explained it clearly, but in my head it makes sense. It must make some sense to them too, because the confusion on their faces clears.
“Everyone has their own patterns they prefer,” says Elliot, pressing a kiss to my neck as his hand skims over my shoulder and down my arm. “Some people require a longer solve, and some people can come with just a few touches. Especially if they’re the right ones.”
“Can I try a new pattern then?” I glance over my shoulder, down to where Elliot’s tented pants press against me. “On you?”
“Of course.” Elliot grins.
I start to shift farther down the bed.
“If you really want to try a different pattern,” says Elliot, continuing with our metaphor, “you could try it from a different angle, too.”
“A different angle?” What other type of angle is there than straight on?
“I’ll show you.” Elliot helps me sit up and turns me so my ass is more at the top of the bed, then slides down on the mattress to his hip are in line with my face. “Now you can lean down from here.”
As I see it, my options are either to straddle Elliot’s face, or lay on my side and prop myself up on an elbow. I go with the latter, as straddling his face when he’s just had it between my legs already feels like asking him to lick my pussy again, and I don’t want him to feel like he has to do that.
I free his cock from his pants and he helps me shove them down his legs, kicking them off. I take a moment to admire his hard penis, which is the same girth as Sebastian’s, but perhaps slightly longer, before lowering my head and wrapping my lips around it. It’s a little harder to get enough leverage to bob my head up and down on Elliot’s cock, so I focus instead on using my tongue to tease the tip.
“You can use your hands too,” says Elliot. “Squeeze the bottom a little even as you focus on the head. And use the other hand stroke it like you did to Sebastian.”
Feedback, good. I can work with that. I use the hand on the arm holding me up to grip the base of Elliot’s penis, and as I bring my other hand up to wrap around him, Sebastian scoots down and turns onto his side, lifting my leg and throwing it over the side of his face so his own face is at my pussy while I’m still trying to find a rhythm and angle to blow Elliot effectively. I hold my leg off Sebastian’s face, trembling a little with the effort, but I don’t want to smush his head with my leg.
But apparently, that’s exactly what he wants. “No hovering,” says Sebastian, pulling my hips toward him until my pussy is in direct contact with his lips before pressing my leg down, clamping his head between my thighs.
While Elliot had used his tongue to thrust in and out of me, Sebastian latches onto my clit and sucks hard. It’s very challenging to focus on what I’m doing to Elliot’s cock when Sebastian has me careening toward another orgasm of my own.
My hand strokes down Elliot’s cock to angle it better, and when it reaches the base, I shift the hand gripping him there, causing my palm to ghost over his balls. His hips jerk, thrusting deeper into my mouth to show me exactly how much he liked that. So I do it again, one hand wrapped around his length, squeezing the base as I suck the head of his cock like a lollipop, while my other hand cups his balls, my thumb stroking the soft, loose skin. Elliot’s hand grips my hair just like Sebastian’s had done earlier as he thrusts into me, again and again, until his cum floods my mouth and I swallow it greedily down.
I pull off of Elliot’s cock to lick along the shaft as it pulses in my hand, and Sebastian takes that as a sign and suckles even harder, applying just the right amount of suction to send another orgasm tearing through me. This second one hits mequicker and harder than the first, and my thighs tighten around his head, holding him right where I want him as I ride his mouth, crying out in bliss as his fingers dig into my hips and his tongue flicks against my clit and triggers a third orgasm.
It seems these boys are quickly learning exactly what patterns to use to have me exploding for them with the fewest number of moves.
