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Slowly I withdrew, somehow kissing her along the way. Karissa’s lips were soft but unyielding. Her smoldering blue eyes forced me to look into them, and everything I saw there took my breath away.
Thank you, she mouthed, with the sweetest of smiles.
In the span of a single heartbeat, the look we gave each other exchanged a thousand words. All without saying anything.
“Hey…”
The tap on my shoulder was Bryce. He was already nudging me aside and taking my place. As he slid her porcelain white thighs over his thick shoulders, the visual sent a familiar pang of jealousy mixed with excitement shooting through my brain.
“You alright?” he chuckled, looking me up and down.
Kneeling on the bed, resting my hands on my thighs, I slowly nodded.
“I— I just…”
“Just what?”
Looking down at Karissa, I let out a sigh.
“I thought we weren’t doing this again.”
Thirteen
KARISSA
The next hour of my life was wickedly surreal. It blew away even my most sinful fantasies, shattering the last of my already-meager reservations and taking me to all new heights of dizzying heat.
Bryce pounded me into the bed, stretching my legs so far back that our noses touched and our lips sought each other’s again. He kissed me over and over, our tongues dancing. Our bodies breathless with the exertion of fucking and being fucked, until he exploded spectacularly inside me, his face contorting into something so hot and beautiful I wanted to freeze it in my memory forever.
After that, they really pulled out the stops.
It’s one thing to have fantasies about screwing more than one guy at a time. Every girl does, whether they admit it or not. But it’s a whole different thing, to be actually doing it. And not just doing it, but having it done to you. Surrendering control of your body to a pair of powerful construction workers, with muscles on top of muscles.
These weren’t just two strong guys who happened to be gorgeous, they were also best friends. They knew each other’s moves, each other’s preferences. I thought maybe it was because they were so familiar, but as they shared my writhing body back and forth between them, I came to a startling yet undeniable realization.
They’d done this before.
It was in the way they handled me, the way one of them would cradle or kiss me while the other penetrated me deep and slow. It was in the casual way their arms moved, positioning me exactly where they needed me to be. Camden holding my legs back so Bryce could pile-drive me until I practically cried. Bryce pulling my hair back into a rough ponytail, then handing it over to his friend so he could control my head from behind.
They switched back and forth effortlessly, fluidly, each knowing the other’s limitations. Whenever one of them got close, they would trade off. Each man took heated turns between my legs, pumping me with such amazing control, but also, regard for my own good time as well.
And through it all they never stopped kissing me. Never stopped feeding me their sweet lips, their probing tongues. My body became a shuddering, whimpering mess. My legs were shaking, my skin practically on fire from their constant, lingering touch.
No, they hadn’t just done this before.
They’d done it a LOT.
I climaxed so many times I lost count. Each one was meaningful. Each orgasm was its own moment in time, burned into my memory by an intense gaze or smoldering stare… sometimes not even from the guy who happened to be inside me at the time.
They’re taking pleasure in your pleasure. And in theirs.
If I was sure of anything, it was this. The realization was welcome and beautiful, knowing that each guy got off on seeing me with the other. That for them, the ultimate turn-on seemed to be watching me, or at least doing me while watching me satisfy someone else. It more than just doubled the pleasure and intensity, it increased it tenfold.
Any time I was close to screaming, they knew. One of them would back off just enough, or the other would cover my mouth while his friend plowed mercilessly away, riding me through another blistering orgasm. I remember the room suddenly being a thousand degrees. I could recall it filling with the thick, heady scent of our combined sex, as they turned me into something so wild, so insatiable, that by the end I was shoving them down on their backs and riding them, until they once again erupted inside me.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I fell asleep, drifting off lazily in a nest of beautiful, heated flesh. The guys spooned me from either side. Pressed their hard bodies against the softness of mine, their arms draped over me possessively from both sides. That part was heaven. The warmth, the security, the womb-like comfort of being totally ensconced.
