“I had to, or I would have come before you.”
When I quit struggling against his grip, he sets my hands on the table. There’s a pause. Anticipation wells up inside of me. For all of his stern, hesitant bravado, I think we’re going to be good study partners.
“Can you promise to keep your hands here?”
My gaze drifts from my hands perched on the table to Lennox and his A++ on my left then to Blake’s A+ on my right. I worry my lower lip. It’s probably safe to say that my hands aren’t going to stay in place. I give Lennox a weak smile.
He shakes his head. “Hold her hands in place, Blake.”
“I’m not so sure we need to.” He complies halfheartedly.
Lennox awkwardly works his belt out of his pants, wraps it around my wrists, and says, “Tonight, you watch.”
Pouting isn’t a great look, but if ever there was a time… No. I pull myself together. Sometimes compliance is the best assurance of progress. “I can’t see very good from here. Give me a little room.”
“What?” Blake asks, then scoots away from me as I squirm. Lennox follows.
Doing their best to support me since my hands are bound, they help me bring my knees onto the seat, then I lift myself onto the table. Raising my hands between them, I wiggle my pointer fingers. “Now, back together.”
Lennox doesn’t budge, but Blake gets it and moves as close as he can to Lennox, who shoots him a disgruntled look. My legs are trapped between them and that’s not going to work.
Will my next idea convince Lennox to be less weird about rules next time? Let’s see.
I suppose it’s good that I’m young and limber, otherwise I might not have been able to get my legs spread so that I’m nowtrapping them. They don’t seem to notice that I deliberately sat on the napkins. I don’t want to miss a thing.
The scent of my sex becomes readily apparent in my straddle. Lennox takes a long inhale as he strokes himself. Blake smiles.
Their eyes are glued to my fingers toying with the hem of my skirt as I consider hiking it. What’s the old adage?Less is more? Not a great general rule, but I can have fun with it in this situation.
I shrug innocently. “What are you waiting for?”
Lennox clears his throat.
Blake tries to lift my skirt.
I bat his hand away. “No touching, remember?”
“You broke that rule, Lennox,” Blake grumbles.
“We need—” Lennox’s response is cut off by furious stroking. His jaw falls slack. “Napkins.” Ropes of cum shoot from his strained tip.
I lean in, catching a shot in the mouth. Another orgasm tightens inside of me. I make a mental note that we have to do blowjobs next… if Lennox insists on not having sex yet.
Blake wastes no time stroking himself, angling his cock at my face. My tongue is coated with their combined release. My legs… my hair… it’s everywhere.
The new angle puts different pressure on my sex. I’m going to come again.
I pray that I don’t wake up from a dream.
It had seemed impossible for them to look any hotter, but watching them come, hearing them come, and tasting them undoes me.
Doubling over, I lose control. My super-sensitive sex sends another orgasm ripping through me.
I’m so damn close to being able to lick their cocks.
Their hands help stabilize me. Practically falling into them, I hang onto the fringes of my reality as they reposition and help me back onto the seat.
I love being theirs. I don’t want this night to end. Those weird tummy feelings weren’t just lust. I want them… forever.
