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Was I greedy for wanting more? I had two men watching and helping me writhe in pleasure. I was going to take advantage of it. I rolled my head back to meet Oz’s gaze. “I want to taste you.”
That yummy, animalistic smile was back. He moved to kneel at the side of head, his cock in his hand.
Graham gripped my hips, pumping faster, when Oz pressed against my lips.
I opened hungrily, letting Oz in, swirling my tongue around his shaft as best I could, while Graham built to a frantic pace, slamming inside me.
I pushed down the top of my dress enough to expose my breasts, and kneaded, pinching my nipples, tugging for that extra spark of sensation.
Oz worked his hand faster along his cock, his grunts growing louder as his rhythm grew faster.
Graham moved his thumb to my clit, teasing the still tender flesh, coaxing while he fucked me hard and fast.
I didn’t know where to focus. What sensation I wanted more of beyond all of it. I tumbled into overload.
A salty spurt hit the back of my throat when Oz came, but he didn’t stay in my mouth. Cum slid down my jaw, another burst hitting my chest. My breasts.
I clenched the blanket in my fists as another orgasm stole my breath and my thoughts. Nothing existed around us, and at the same time I felt everything. Tasted it. Heard limitless desire in a duet of male groans.
Graham squeezed my hip tighter, his jerky movements stuttering to a stall, before he finished in a slow, winding down crescendo of movement and sound.
As everything stopped, I slowly became aware of the sunshine on my skin. The rustle of the wind in the trees. Grass poking through blanket and tickling my back. Graham’s mouth on mine as he shared Oz’s taste with me, kissing hungrily.
“God, you’re amazing.” Graham was breathless.
“Takes one to know one.”
He laughed into the kiss and pulled away.
Oz brushed a loose strand of hair from my forehead. From this angle, he looked angelic. “Don’t move,” he said. “Either of you.”
Not like I could if I wanted to.
Oz returned a moment later with two washcloths, tossed one at Graham, and took his time wiping me clean. A girl could get used to this kind of tender treatment. Ah, who was I kidding? I was already hooked.
We collapsed in a pile, my head on Graham’s shoulder and Oz pressed into my back, arm around my waist.
The best thing about chocolate sandwich cookie ice cream was finding a whole cookie hidden away in the creamy sweetness. The most dangerous thing about chocolate sandwich cookie ice cream was finding one whole cookie, and following it to another, and another, until the entire pint was gone.
As I lay on a blanket on the grass, wrapped in sunshine and sandwiched between Oz and Graham, I knew I was in the same kind of I’m-about-to-eat-the-whole-pint trouble. I was willing to just keep snacking on this sandwich cookie of us, over and over, until I was overstuffed.
Chibi-Luna giggled at my unintentional innuendo. Sometimes I cracked me up.
Oz trailed his fingers through my hair, as I listened to his heartbeat.
Graham lay behind me, hand on my hip and thumb tracing a short path back and forth along my skin. “You didn’t look bothered by anything Cole said.” Graham’s tone was thoughtful. “The humiliation. The self-flagellation.”
If I told him what I was thinking, he could call me a freak. Say this was all a big mistake and walk away. With the sun beating down on us, and a soft breeze brushing my skin, the concern didn’t hold any weight. “I thought it was hot.”
“You did.” Graham sounded surprised, but in a good way. “The idea of that turns you on?”
“Being used as a set of holes, and punished and told how dirty I am for the entire thing, while I choke on a thick cock and get covered in sticky bodily fluids? Yes.” The next bit was the important part. Maybe I should’ve led with it. “In the heat of the moment, with someone I trust, as long as I know it’s part of the sex and not real. And there’s a lot of reassurance after.”
Oz leaned up enough to brush his lips over the top of my head. “Doesn’t she say the most brilliant things?”
“Hmm.”
Wasn’t that Oz’s thing? I didn’t like the idea of them both relying on the vague grunt.
“What is that? That hmm?” Oz asked.
Apparently he didn’t care for it being used against him, either.
“It means I don’t have an answer.”
Graham was still here, so his hesitation couldn’t be all bad, but I wanted that reassurance.
