Tangled (Playing With Fire)

His smile grew, and he shook his head slowly. “Not yet. Go sit on the bed and watch.”

Scarlett went to the end of the bed and sat on the edge, feeling a little awkward sitting there nude while Trevor went to Drake. The two men were naked, gloriously so. She let her gaze wander over them, eating them up.

Both beautifully formed yet different, Trevor was taller, broader, just a hint more muscular. Drake was lean with a long torso and arms, his thighs corded with muscle, his cock…

She bit back a sigh. He had a nice cock. Not as thick as Trevor’s but his looked longer. Drake stared at Trevor with longing in his pale green eyes, his body leaning toward Trevor’s and Trevor reached for him, his hand going to the back of Drake’s neck.

“Suck me,” he commanded. Drake went to his knees, his lips eagerly wrapping around the head of Trevor’s erect cock.

Scarlett held her breath as she watched the two men. Drake moaned low in his throat, his hand wrapping around his own cock as he filled his mouth with Trevor’s. Trevor grasped either side of Drake’s head, guiding him upon his length, thrusting deeper with his every movement, fucking Drake’s mouth.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She’d been afraid she might become jealous, watching Drake do anything to Trevor but it turned out not to be the case.

Especially when she caught Trevor, looking at her, his gaze never left hers. He watched her with heated eyes as Drake licked and sucked him with enthusiasm, his breathing becoming heavy, his eyes heavy-lidded.

It was so sexy, having his total concentration upon her.

“Touch yourself,” Trevor urged, his voice a raspy whisper and she automatically slid her hand between her legs, finding herself sticky and wet, her clit so sensitive she gave a little gasp when she brushed against it. “That’s it, sweetheart. Make yourself come.”

“I want you to make me come,” she said boldly and he growled, withdrew himself from Drake.

“We’re joining Scarlett on the bed,” he said, pulling Drake to his feet.

The men crawled on top of the bed as Trevor pushed her upward so she lay sprawled beneath him. Drake stayed just at Trevor’s hips, his mouth wrapping around Trevor’s cock once more while Trevor dipped his head between Scarlett’s legs. His tongue snaked out, licked at the top of her slit, and her body jerked at the contact.

“Sweet,” he whispered just before he started to lick in earnest. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment but then she opened them, not wanting to miss any of what was unfolding between the three of them. Drake’s gaze met hers, his lips plump and wet, wrapped tight around the head of Trevor’s cock. Trevor’s tongue licked and searched her folds, sneaking a finger inside her sheath and she moved against him, thrust her hips and sent him deeper. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she said on a moan, her head going back and her fingers sliding into Trevor’s silky soft hair. She held him to her, her hips gyrating against him, pushing her pussy deeper against his mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind. He encouraged her with sexy little growls and whispers, lifting his head every once in a while to release a jagged moan at whatever Drake was doing to him, and she watched, enthralled with all of it.

Her orgasm came to her out of nowhere, smacking into her with the force of a tornado, and she fell apart beneath Trevor’s mouth, her cry loud, filling the room as her body shook with uncontrollable tremors. He fucked her with two fingers, driving in and out of her again and again, his lips attached to her quivering clit. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let her.

Not until she came down from her orgasm did he move away, a smile again curving his damp with her juices lips. He pushed up on his elbows and withdrew himself from Drake’s seeking mouth. Drake stared at him in confusion.

“We’re changing positions,” Trevor said, his gaze never leaving hers. “I need to be inside you. You’ve got condoms right, Drake?”

Drake went to the bedside table and pulled out a box, setting it on the table. He yanked one out and tossed it to Trevor, who tore it open with shaking fingers. She knew they shook because she saw them.

And the sight gave her a little thrill. Knowing he was keyed up and nervous about this just as she was. He was always so calm, so cool and collected. She wanted to tear down his defenses and get to the real Trevor. Slowly, bit by bit.

“Lay back for me,” he urged, his voice soft and she did so, scooting up the mattress so her head was nestled in a pile of pillows. Drake pushed off to the side, looking unsure of what to do next and Trevor moved over her, his hands skimming her naked form, fingers drifting across her collarbone, down to her breasts.

She arched into his touch, letting forth a little moan when he pinched first one, then the other nipple. With a nod of his head, he encouraged Drake to join in and he did, both men touching her, smoothing their hands over her body.

Her skin felt electric, alive and tingles shot through her bloodstream as they continued their gentle assault. Trevor leaned forward and drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it vigorously and Drake did the same. She nearly shot off the bed at the contact. Two warm mouths upon her body, their hands touching her everywhere. When they both slid their hands between her legs, their fingers delicately searching her pussy she almost screamed.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her legs spreading wider. Another orgasm already was hovering close and she thrashed her head back and forth upon the pillows, overwhelmed by the sensations.

“Go down on her,” Trevor commanded Drake. Drake positioned himself between her legs, his tongue reaching out in a tentative lick. She arched her hips, arched her pussy up close to his mouth, and he pressed against her, those pale green eyes never leaving hers.

Trevor cupped her face with his hand, turning her head so she found his cock hovering in front of her. It was impressively thick, pearly drops of pre-come formed in the slit, and she darted out her tongue to lick.

“Take me,” he said. She licked his cock, thankful he hadn’t slipped the condom on yet, that it was still clutched in his hand. She licked and sucked at the head of his cock like it was a lollipop, mimicking many of Drake’s earlier movements.

It was hard to keep her focus on Trevor though. Drake’s tongue was a distraction. His fingers buried in her pussy a major distraction. Her orgasm was right there, hanging just out of reach. She strained toward it, working and working until she heard Trevor utter one final word.

“Stop.”

He spoke to Drake who left her a wet, gasping mess. Her clit tingled, her body ached for release and when she glanced up at Trevor, he pushed deep in her mouth, his gray blue eyes dark and fathomless.