My hands slide down with the denim, and I kneel to shove the fabric down his legs. He places his arm on my shoulder and braces to step out of the jeans. When I rise, I make sure to touch as much naked skin as I can reach. His stomach tightens under my touch.
I press in closer, until there’s nowhere left for the heat between us to go but through me. My breath slows without effort, settling deeper in my chest.
His breathing doesn’t match mine.
It rises faster, uneven, the air catching and releasing like he’s trying to keep pace and failing. I feel it under my palms when my hands move back up, resting against his ribs, holding there. He doesn’t pull back. If anything, he leans in a fraction, barely there, but enough that the contact deepens. Enough that I feel the answer in it.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees facing Dan.”
My nipples pebble at the command. For a moment, I’d forgotten there was a third person in our room. Feeling a little guilty about that, I scramble to obey the order. I move onto the bed and settle on my hands and knees near the edge, close enough to reach him.
“That’s right.”
Dan’s cock stands tall and proud from between a neat nest of hair. I lick my lips and lean forward to take him in my mouth when Tom’s words halt me.
“Slow down, minx. Lovemaking isn’t a sprint. Ease him into it.”
I blink and look up at my husband. Dan is smiling down at me. All right. There’s a slurping sound as I lap up the precumoozing from the tip. The taste is sweet, tangy and salty at the same time, and I lean forward.
“Lick the underside. That’s it. Good girl.”
For a moment, I feel irritation. I know how to please my husband. But beneath my tongue, Dan’s cock twitches, and he groans. Hmm. I lick his cock like it’s an ice-cream cone, and I’m rewarded with more liquid. I lap it up.
“That’s a good girl.” Tom’s voice sounds a bit strangled and when I turn my head enough so I can see him, he’s stroking himself through his jeans. Heat blossoms low in my belly. Two men, both hard for me.
“Suckle on the head and tease the underside with the tip of your tongue.”
Dan’s hips undulate when I follow Tom’s order, subsequently pushing himself a bit deeper inside.
“That’s it. Relax your throat and grip his thighs.” Tom hums his approval. “Dan, take control.”
Dan cups my face with his right hand and cocks his hips. I gag a bit when he surges forward and he starts to pull out. I understand the wisdom of the thigh gripping, as I squeeze my hands and dig my fingers in his upper legs, halting him.
“That’s it, Dan, give her a moment to adjust, but don’t give up the control.”
There’s rustling as Tom rises from the chair and he moves outside my peripheral vision. I whimper a protest.
“Don’t worry, minx, I’m not leaving.”
I relax and swallow. My throat constricts around the intrusion.
Dan groans. “Do that again.
I obey and he drops his head back.
The mattress dips, and callused hands close around my hips. I arch my back in invitation.
Tom lets out a throaty laugh. “What a greedy little plaything we have here.” He uses his hands to pull my buttocks to the side. “Fuck she’s wet, Dan. She’s ready.”
Apparently, the men exchange a look, because Dan’s jaw firms before he starts fucking my face. I hollow my cheeks trying to give him as much pleasure as possible, when a warm flat tongue licks my slit from my clit all the way to my back hole. I wiggle and air puffs against my sensitive folds, as Tom tightens his grip on my hips and begins to eat me out in earnest.
I can’t help it. With all the build-up anticipation, it only takes a few strategic wiggles and licks before my spine locks and my muscles go rigid.
“She’s about to come,” Dan warns. His voice comes out as a warbled growl.
The pressure against my pussy recedes for a moment, as Tom lifts his head to order, “Come for us.” Then his mouth is back, and Dan’s cock hits the back of my throat.
I cry out around a mouth full of cock as the release takes me.
