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“I guess I learned a thing or two during Club Red training.” His eyes shift back and forth between my face and where my hand is touching him.
“Vic danced for you?” Damien sounds surprised.
I nod. “He was really good.”
Damien raises a brow, but he’s watching too, watching me stroke his friend’s cock through his tight pants.
“All of your costumes were good, too,” I say, “though now I can’t wait to get you out of them.” My fingers are swift as they open the snap and pull down his zipper. Unlike Xander, Victor has boxer briefs on, but he helps me take them off.
My mouth waters when I’m finally faced with his cock in all its glory, and I’m a greedy girl as I claim it with my hands and watch it get harder at my touch. I move onto all fours and bring my mouth to it, touching the tip with my tongue first, and then opening wide to wrap my lips around it, making Victor groan.
It’s impossible to take all of him in my mouth, but I use my hands and tongue, and he must like what I’m doing, because his head drops back, eyes closed, and his fists clench and unclench at his sides.
Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye, I notice Damien taking off his pants. His weight sinks the mattress as he climbs onto the bed behind me, and then his hands are on my bare bottom, caressing my cheeks.
I jerk in surprise when his tongue dips into my pussy. He spreads me wide, and I get wetter and wetter.
“I’ve had so many fantasies about you, Sab,” Damien says. “And you looked like this in at least half of them.” He grabs one of my ass cheeks hard and gives it a shake, and I suck harder on Victor’s cock.
“And fuck—” Damien continues, “that little witch’s costume tonight? Perfection. We’re lucky I didn’t get us kicked out of the party, because I wanted to press you up against the wall as soon as I saw you and bury myself balls deep.”
I press my hips back toward him, arching my back, inviting him in.
He licks me again, a long swipe of his tongue straight down my middle. I’m gushing for him.
I stroke Victor with my hand and twist to look at Damien. “Do it now. Take me, Damien. Please.”
I didn’t expect to have to beg any of them tonight, but his words are driving me wild, and I’d pay money for it at this point, I need him so badly.
And it’s not just his words, but the fact that I have Victor’s hard cock in my hand, and I’m naked between two of my sexy housemates, and I want them to fill me from both ends.
“Relax, Sab,” Damien says, in a frustratingly slow drawl. “We have all the time we need. There’s no rush.”
How can he possibly be so patient? I know he wants this as badly as I do. I saw it in his eyes tonight, and he was the one who suggested that I didn’t have to choose between them.
I let out a breath and tell myself to be calm. He’s right that there’s no rush, but maybe there’s some part of me that still can’t believe any of this is real, and that the clock might strike twelve and I’ll turn into a pumpkin.
Returning my full focus to Victor, I take him in my mouth again, and slide my tongue under his cock. He buries his fingers in my hair, and uses them to hold me steady as he fucks in and out of my mouth.
“I’ll confess, none of my fantasies included another dude,” Damien continues, “but I gotta say, this is pretty fucking hot, watching Vic fuck your mouth.”
“Did you ever fantasize about this, Sab? Did you want to be taken by two of us at one time?” His questions are rhetorical, because my mouth is full and Victor’s hold prevents me from even nodding or shaking my head.
Sadly, I never did picture this, and it was a big failure of imagination on my part. My fantasies, and my reality, are about to get much wilder than I ever dreamed.
Finally, I feel the head of Damien’s cock at my entrance. He dips it into my soaking-wet opening and swirls it around. I want to push back, eager to take him inside me, but I remain patient and let him do it his way.
When he does eventually press inside me, it’s with one smooth, long stroke.Fuuuck.I haven’t seen his cock, but there’s no question that it’s huge.
He’s unusually quiet for several slow, steady strokes, and I hope he’s savoring it, just like I am.
His voice is different, almost distracted, when he says, “Make him come, Sabby.”
I’m under Victor’s control, but I hollow my cheeks and point my tongue in an effort to make the sensations more intense for him. Then inspiration strikes, and I reach between his legs to gently cup his balls.
I’m rewarded with a low moan from deep in Victor’s throat. And, moments later, when Victor seizes up and starts to come, a similar moan is echoed behind me from Damien.
Even though Victor loosens his grip on my head, I stay steady, and keep him in my mouth as his cock stiffens and starts to spurt his hot release.
