AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Sawyer rises from the couch, pulls his shirt off, then reaches for his fly. “You want her like last time,” he asks Colton. “Me up front, you behind?”
Colton approaches, his gaze coming to rest on my pussy, completely exposed. He shakes his head. “You drenched that pussy. Go on, get your dick wet.”
The way they’re talking about me, like I’m a toy they’re happy to share, turns me on immensely. And just like a toy, they maneuver my body, guiding me to my feet so Colton can sit on the sofa. They position me so that I’m kneeling on the rug with Colton’s knees supporting my upper body.
Sawyer kneels behind me, his bare chest warm against my back, as he kisses my neck and angles his cock between my thighs. He thrusts into me. I cry out, pressing my brow to the bulge in Colton’s pants. Colton gathers my hair in his fist, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“I want to watch your face while he fucks you,” he says.
Sawyer’s cock might not be quite as thick as his father’s, but it’s far bigger than average. His hold on my upper thighs tightens as he fucks me faster, harder.
My cheeks are on fire beneath Colton’s hard gaze. He unfastens his belt and takes out his cock, letting it stand inches from my face. I lick my lips and lean forward to start sucking, but he stops me with a hand on my jaw.
“Not this time, sweetheart. Now you’re gonna watch.” He holds his hand below my mouth. “Spit.”
I spit into his open palm. He uses my saliva to jerk his cock, right in front of me. As I follow his fist up and down, I recall the feel of his cock in my mouth. How it stretched my lips and brought happy tears to my eyes.
Sawyer tilts my hips, arching my back and adjusting the angle of my pussy, which allows him to hit places inside me that cause my knees to quake with every thrust. Colton’s legs are literally the only things holding me up right now. It’s torture, not being able to touch him, but he seems perfectly content to touch himself. I have to admit, it’s a beautiful thing to witness. Outside of gay porn, it’s not often you get to watch a hot guy like Colton jerk off.
“Touch yourself,” Colton demands.
I reach between my thighs, aiming straight for the hard, sensitive pleasure button—almost too sensitive to touch. But I rub it, because I can’t help myself.
My muscles flex around Sawyer’s cock. He groans and fucks me harder.
“You’re so fucking tight, little sister. I want to feel your pussy grab my dick when you come.”
I stroke my clit faster, fueling the fire that’s threatening to burn us all up. Colton’s hand moves quickly along his shaft. Judging by his labored breathing, I’m pretty sure he’s about to come. I open my mouth. I don’t know what his plan was before, but he seems content to aim the head of his cock at my tongue now.
The fire inside me blazes. My pussy tightens. I come around Sawyer, who hammers into me with every thrust. He comes inside me a few seconds later, cursing and grunting, filling me with warmth.
Colton groans as cum spurts from the head of his dick onto my tongue. Some of it dribbles down my chin. I swallow what’s in my mouth and then lick his cockhead clean.
Sawyer’s arms go around me. He hasn’t pulled out yet, though I can feel his cock beginning to soften. He angles my face toward him, then proceeds to kiss my temple, my cheek, the corner of my lips.
“Who wants fruit crisp?” he asks.
“I do,” I say, laughing. “But I need a minute.”
I waddle to the bathroom to pee and clean up a bit. Catching my reflection in the mirror, flushed and thoroughly fucked, with cum drying on my chin, I can’t help but smile wickedly at myself, unable to recall a time in my life when I’ve felt more reckless, less inhibited, and more adored by the man—or, in this case, men—in my bed.
I wash my face and comb out some of the tangles in my hair with my fingers. In the living room, the guys have thrown a blanket on the couch so they can sit naked on the cushions. I take the spot between them and gladly accept a bowl of fruit crisp with vanilla ice cream. We eat and watch the fire crackle, throwing shadows on the wall behind the tree.
After finishing Sawyer’s delicious fruit crisp, I rest my head on his shoulder and curl up under the afghan they’ve draped over me. I’m beginning to doze off when Sawyer whispers, “She hasn’t opened her presents yet.”
“She can open them tomorrow,” Colton says quietly. “After the day she’s had, she could certainly use a good night’s sleep.”
The men sit quietly for a while, only getting up to add logs to the fire. I float between sleep and wakefulness, pulled toward the latter by Sawyer’s voice.
“Sorry for the shit I said today,” he whispers. “It was out of line.”
“S’okay,” Colton says. For a minute, I think he’s going to leave it at that. “I never wanted you to feel like a burden. I don’t think any man can say he has zero regrets, but none of mine have anything to do with having you.”
Pride swells in my chest for both of them, pleased they’ve found the courage to finally say what needs to be said to one another. I pretend to sleep as they continue hashing it all out in starts and stutters.
“You said I was lonely,” Colton says.
“I shouldn’t have said that—”
