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My thighs are parted more, and a hard cock enters me slowly and deeply. I groan into his mouth, taking him inside me, inch by delicious inch with nothing between us. A mouth goes to my breast, sucking on my nipple, and I realize the man who’s kissing me isn’t the one who’s inside me.
The hands holding my own—the hands that belong to the man kissing me—thread their fingers through mine so we’re connected. I might only be having sex with one of them, but they’re both making love to me in their own ways. With their lips and tongues and hands and cock.
With each languid thrust, each fiery kiss, each sensual touch, I feel every ounce of want and desire and love emanating off them. My second orgasm creeps toward the edge, building slowly, and then I fall, my body soaring through the clouds. Stars dance across my closed lids, and my inner walls grip the cock inside me like a vise. Since I don’t know whose name to call out, I scream God’s name in vain as my climax overtakes my entire body.
I’ve barely landed back on earth when the bed shifts. The cock buried deep inside me slides out, and the hands holding mine release me.
I assume it’s over, and I’m about to tell them how amazing it was when hands grip the curve of my hips and flip me over like I weigh nothing. My body moves with ease, my forearms and knees hitting the mattress.
My legs are spread—and I note the cum dripping down the insides of my thighs—and then another cock enters me from behind so hard and deep, causing my body to surge forward.
Fingers gently grip my chin and lift my face upward, and then a mouth is on mine, kissing me softly, passionately. I’m so lost in the kiss that I gasp out loud when a hand slaps my ass cheek, the cracking sound filling the quiet room. And I know who’s fucking me and who’s kissing me. I don’t need to see to feel.
Hayden fucks me hard from behind, one hand gripping the flesh of my ass and the other my hip, while Brody kisses me. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm begins to work its way up. This one is different from the others. It’s buried deep within me, pushing, climbing, clawing its way higher and higher.
As if Hayden can sense my struggle, his fingers slide around my hip to my front and land on my clit. Using my juices, he circles the sensitive nub, and a few thrusts later, my pussy constricts around his dick, trembling in pleasure. Hayden’s movements turn erratic, his fingers on my hip dig into my flesh almost painfully, and then he explodes inside me.
My juices, mixed with theirs, drip out of me and down my legs, and when he pulls out, I break my kiss with Brody and fall onto the bed, satiated and exhausted. I don’t even bother to remove the blindfold, simply content to lie here and revel in what we just did—what they just did to me.
A few minutes—or hell, maybe hours—later, the blindfold is removed, and both guys are standing in front of me, stark naked.
“So?” Brody asks. “How was it?”
I glance from him to Hayden, who’s tugging on his bottom lip, and get a sense that they’re nervous. As if they could believe for even a second that I didn’t just enjoy everything that happened.
“When I’ve gotten some sleep, I’m going to demand we do that again and again,” I tell them. Both their faces split into the most adorable grins, and I can visibly see they’re relieved.
“But first,” I say with a sigh. “I need a shower.”
I slide to the edge of the bed and am about to stand when Hayden lifts me into his arms, bridal style. I screech, shocked at how easily the guys can carry me when I know I’m not light, and then his mouth is on mine, silencing me as he walks us to the bathroom.
Brody turns the water on, and once steam billows out of the shower, Hayden sets me inside on the bench.
The guys go about washing my hair and body, and I let them, still spent from the three orgasms they pulled out of me. I had no idea I could even come that many times or that sex could be that freaking good. The thought has me frowning, and Brody must notice because he bends in front of me and palms the side of my face.
“What’s going through your head?” he asks gently. I’m about to tell him nothing, but before I can get the words out, he adds, “And don’t say nothing. Remember what you said. In order for this to work, we have to communicate honestly.”
I nod in agreement. “I was just thinking how that was the best sex of my life.”
