It was almost like my reaction only heightened their pleasure. When I finally got my vision back, they both were cumming.
Solo came and slapped his dick on my butt. A still had a grip on my neck and came on my cheek. I finally collapsed on my stomach, and A leaned down and kissed my lips. He rubbed his hand down my back and gave me a knowing look.
“You done?” He asked.
“Yes.” I laughed. I was wrecked already. Then I heard the bathroom door open, so I walked toward it so that I could clean myself up. Solo and I walked past each other, and the way that he looked down at me made me reconsider saying that I was done.
I washed both bodily fluids off and then turned on the shower. I wanted them to join me inside it, but I didn’t want to push their boundaries. I was trying to be inclusive while understandingthat both of them were straight men and probably didn’t want to be in the shower together.
But we had come this far, right?
I walked to the door and leaned against the frame. Both of them had put on their boxers.
“Do y’all want to join me in the shower?”
The room was silent for a while, and then, slowly, they started to come toward the bathroom. I smirked.
The shower was a cool experience. We were covered in bubbles. Kissing, touching, and soapy.
But outside the shower is when everything heated up. By the time that we were dry and back in the room, the guys had towels wrapped around them, and I was covered by a robe. We took the time to have some drinks and a little conversation.
Big A was unusually quiet, and I expected that from Solo, because he had never spoken a word before last week. But the conversation with him flowed well.
A was sitting on the side of the bed, drinking from a cup and watching as Solo and I conversed. I don’t know what came over me, but the three glasses of champagne had my reservations gone.
I straddled A and locked my legs around his waist.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered as I caressed the back of his neck.
“Nothing, I’m good.” He lied and kissed my nose.
I was holding on to him, but he had yet to hold me. I felt in my spirit that something was on his mind, but with Solo in the room, I knew that it wasn’t time to address it.
“You sure?” I doubled down.
“Yeah.”
“I want you to fuck me.” I pleaded as I kissed over his face, and finally his arms came around my body. His breathing shallowed, and I could feel a shift in his energy.
“So, you not done?” He asked.
“No.”
He stood from the bed, placed me in the center of it, removed his towel, and untied my robe. He ate my pussy, and by the time I’d decided he was done, I was near the headboard.
He came up, his beard curling from being soaked. “Stop running from me, baby.” He said as he took off my robe, throwing it halfway across the room, then slid inside of me.
A fucked me so good, I didn’t care that Solo was still there. I felt like he was trying to pin me to the mattress.
“Fuck, A!” I panted with my hand on his chest to ease the pressure. He stared down at me.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you, right?” He questioned as he continued to fuck me.
“Mmhmm, don’t stop.” I pleaded.
In the midst of him rearranging my insides, I finally made eye contact with Solo, who was standing there watching us fuck and stroking his dick. His eyes were low, but he kept them trained on me.
“A, hold up,” I said as I tapped his shoulder. His strokes slowed to a stop.
