This was the most irrational, crazy thing I’d ever done—being with two men—and yet nothing had ever felt so right. If I stopped thinking, stopped analyzing, and just let myself go, I could trust.
This was happening, and it wasn’t wrong.
I licked around the head of Wade’s cock. I’d never had an uncircumcised partner before so I took my time investigating the hood, pulling it back, putting my tongue inside and rolling it around.
“Caitlyn,” he choked, gripping the back of my head. His fingers burrowed into my hair, but then I lost track of what he was doing because Landry pushed my knees wider and gripped my buttcheeks.
I sucked in a surprised breath when Landry parted my ass and rimmed me with his tongue. It was a shocking sensation—naughty but pleasurable. Who knew?
I let out a little whimper, then deep-throated Wade in my enthusiasm to receive more.
It was a strange sensation to be giving and receiving at the same time. I’d only sixty-nined once before, but this was different. Two men. Two!
I marshalled my focus so I would give Wade a decent blowjob, but it was so difficult. Landry licked me from clit to anus, driving me wild with each expert swipe of his tongue.
“I’m sorry,” I panted, popping off Wade to look up at him. “It-it’s hard to concentrate when…” Wade just chuckled and put his cock back in my mouth.
“Don’t worry, sugar. It all feels good to me. But I’ll help you.” He held the back of my head still and pumped in and out of my mouth, filling and emptying it. All I had to do was suck and swirl my tongue.
“Mmm,” I hummed around his length.
“Damn. I love it when you purr, sugar,” Wade praised.
Landry moved away and vaguely I heard the snap of a wrapper. Landry ran the head of his cock through my juices.
“I’m wearing a condom, sugar,” he told me. Another reason to trust him. These guys were considerate to my safety in all things.
I was glad he’d taken the initiative because the moment he pushed into me, I lost my mind. It was hard to think of protection when I was so worked up. Landry was big, and after two weeks of teasing with fingers and tongues, I was literally dying to be fucked.
I whimpered around Wade’s cock and started bobbing over it with enthusiasm, as if sucking his cock faster would make Landry pump behind me in the way I was desperate for.
“Greedy little thing, isn’t she?” Landry observed, gripping my hips and pumping faster.
Wade gathered my hair into a ponytail at my nape. “Oh, she wants it,” he reported, studying my face with obvious satisfaction. “Fuck her hard, and show her how to take it. She’s got two cocks to satisfy tonight.”
It could have sounded disrespectful, but I didn’t take it that way. There was something ridiculously hot about being talked about in third person. Between Wade and Landry, I became a sex object, and they wielded me the way they wished. At the same time, I was between them, being satisfied. I somehow held the power, even though their dicks were cramming me full.
I knew they’d take care of me. I trusted them.
I moaned my agreement, my satisfaction. Landry’s fingers tightened around my hips. While he took me hard, his hips slapping against my ass each time he thrust deep, he was careful I didn’t rock forward and take too much of Wade.
“Fuck,” he muttered to Wade. “I want her so badly.”
I didn’t understand that, because he had me, but maybe he meant he needed to come.
I needed to come. Desperately.
I moaned again, a needy sound as I licked and sucked with total abandon. I was sure I lacked horribly as far as technique went, but at least I was enthusiastic. I wanted Wade to feel as good as he’d made me feel. Twice.
But then Landry reached around the front of my hips and found my clit with the pad of his finger. He gave it a little rub as he continued to fill me.
“Don’t make her come, yet,” Wade warned when I screamed around his cock. “I’m not done fucking her pretty little mouth, and I want to see her face when you send her over the edge.”
I whined my protest, because Landry stopped rubbing my clit and I was so. Close.
Wade took control again, gripping my head, guiding me over his cock to use my mouth for his pleasure. I surrendered completely, letting the two men drive, manipulate my body in the ways they wanted to. Wade’s breath grew ragged, his fingers in my hair tightened.
I started humming around his cock again and he shouted, balls drawing up tight. “I’m going to come, sugar.”
I stayed on his cock, humming as streams of Wade’s salty essence spurted into my mouth.