“Okay,” Elliot hugs me back and then gets up. “I’ll grab a towel to keep the bed clean.”
Okay, well, that doesn’t make me feel sexy. I get it, it would probably be weird if Elliotdidn’tput a towel down as a barrier between the bed and my naked body, but still.
“He means it in the best way,” says Sebastian, his hands sliding under the hem of my sweater and across the skin of my waist. “You know we don’t expect this of you, right? Just because we’re all here in a hotel room.”
“I know.” I plant a kiss on his cheek and turn back to the other bed, ready to return to Felix’s lap, but he’s up and digging in his suitcase.
“Here you go,” says Elliot, laying out a towel from the bathroom on the bed. “It was in the clean pile so hopefully it’s sanitary.”
“Thank you,” I tell him. I know this is something that Elliot does because he cares, and I’m appreciative of that.
“Come here,” says Lukas, still kneeling in the center of the bed, right below the edge of the towel. As soon as I climb up on the bed, his hands grip the top of my pants. “May I?”
This is happening. My heart thuds a little harder in my chest. I nod.
Lukas helps me shimmy down first my pants and then my panties, the cool air of the hotel room making goosebumps race across my skin, and I’m glad to still have my sweater to keep me warm.
And then Lukas grabs the hem and tugs it up. “This too?”
Well, there goes that safety net. I’m not changing my mind, but I’m still nervous, especially now that I’m getting naked and no one else is. “Only if you take yours off too.” Fair is fair, after all.
Lukas huffs a laugh and pulls off first his comic T-shirt and then the long-sleeved shirt he’s wearing under it, revealing toned arms and chest. He’s not muscly and bulky, but there’s a solid trimness about him that’s not easy to see when he’s wearing two shirts all the time. I’m glad that I bargained, because it’s a nice view.
I stare down at him as he pushes me gently back to a sitting position and leans down to kiss my knee. I gasp as he kisses his way slowly up my inner thigh, sending sparks of excitement through me. This is familiar, and I know just how pleasurable it is to have their mouths between my thighs. There’s no way I’m going to deny either of us this right now, and my legs fall open of their own accord.
Lukas takes his time, keeping me on edge as he meanders his way up my sensitive skin until he hits my center. Even then, he doesn’t go straight for the spots that drive me crazy. No, he edges around them, teasing me, hinting at the pleasure my body is craving but never actually giving it to me.
When he finally latches on to my clit, my hips buck against his mouth. I’m practically begging to ride his tongue the way I want. But he pulls back slightly to keep that blissful feeling right out of my reach, giving himself enough room for a single finger to tease around my entrance before sliding inside.
I moan, half in pleasure and half in frustration. It’s not enough. I reach down to grip his hair and hook a leg over his shoulder. I need more, and I might not be able to form the words, but my body can definitely convey its desire. I can feel the warmth of Lukas’s breath as he laughs softly against my aching pussy before curling his finger and making me writhe as I try to get closer, to make him put his mouth back on me.
Felix, who has shucked his clothes save for his superhero boxers, comes back to the bed and lies next to me. His bare skin against mine is warm, and even through the haze of desire, I can’t help but grin as I stroke a finger across his thigh.
“Nice boxers.”
“They’re my lucky boxers.” His voice is dead serious, and I quirk an eyebrow at him.
“Were you trying to get lucky with me, or are they just for your events today?” I doubt he was aiming for more than what’son our schedule, but I’m curious if he was thinking something sexy might happen at some point today or if he was wholly focused on cubing.
“I only planned for the competition,” he says, kissing my neck. “I couldn’t plan for you.”
“None of us did,” agrees Sebastian.
Felix hooks his thumb under my chin and brings my lips up to his. It might start sweet, but he’s soon matching the rhythm and pressure Lukas is applying between my thighs. I don’t know how they do it, but I appreciate every movement and the synchronization as I tumble over the edge into the sweetest orgasm that leaves me floating on air.
My pussy is still pulsing with the aftershocks when Lukas sits up and the chilly air gusts over the wetness slicking my thighs. Before I can even shiver, Felix settles his own hips between my legs. He kisses down my jaw and over the heavy pulsing in my neck.
“Are you still sure?” he asks, his tongue flicking over my pulse. “We can stop at any time.”
“Don’t stop,” I pant. I’m not backing out now. I want everything, and I want it from them.
“Only if you’re sure,” says Felix, raising himself up slightly and looking down at me as he rolls a condom onto his thick shaft. It’s hot, the way he strokes himself to roll down the condom. When he pulls his hand away and I get a good look at him for the first time, my eyes widen.
Whoa. Maybe I should have looked at all of their dicks first to see which one is the smallest, then picked that one to be my first time. Felix might not be as long as his friends, but he’s definitely wider. I did not realize that when he was touching himself in the shower this morning.
Was that only this morning? It feels like forever ago.
I look back up at his face. “I’m sure. Stop arguing with me.” I’m not going to change my mind. I’m ready for this.
