When Wade got bossy and possessive about me going out without him and made ridiculous claims about me belonging to the two of them, it felt right. I laughed, but I loved it.
Landry hooked his hands underneath my knees and pushed them up to my shoulders, lifting my hips to his mouth. He tongued around my clit with light strokes, driving me mad.
Wade crawled on the bed behind me and tugged my shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra. The moment he started pinching my nipples, I felt an orgasm looming.
“She’s so wet,” Landry observed, doing that talking-about-me-in-third-person thing that made everything seem hotter.
“Don’t let her come,” Wade told Landry.
“No?” Landry asked.
“No?” I wondered at the same time. “I want to come!”
I did. I so did. Landry was so skilled with his tongue.
“No. I want her to come on both our dicks tonight. I fucking need it.” Wade did sound desperate. As desperate as I felt.
“Please,” I begged. “I need to come now.”
Landry slid a finger inside me and stroked my inner wall, adeptly finding my G-spot. I arched my back. “No. You heard Wade. You don’t get to come until we’re both inside you. Understand?”
I clenched down on his finger, liking his commanding tone.
“Y-yes,” I moaned, but I was already so close.
He removed his finger and sat back with a smirk. “I think she’s going to have a hard time obeying.”
I squirmed, but Wade held me in place.
“No more foreplay, then,” Wade asked.
“The past few days have been foreplay!” I cried.
Wade grinned.
“No fucking kidding, sugar,” Landry replied. He was the one who hadn’t had sex the past few days.
“Do you want her pussy or her ass?” Wade asked.
“Ass,” Landry said immediately, like it was something he’d given forethought to. Wade may have played with it and worked the various plugs in, but it was clearly Landry’s turn now.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing and arranged me on my hands and knees, facing away from him. “Get Wade’s cock wet, sugar,” he instructed, giving my ass a light slap. The sting morphed to heat. I wiggled my hips and opened my mouth as Wade guided his length between my lips. Wade dipped in and out of my mouth while Landry stripped off his clothes—at least I thought that was what he was doing, based on the rustle of sound behind me.
“That’s good, sugar. Now cowgirl up on him.”
Wade pulled out of my mouth and Landry tugged my waist backward to make room for Wade to lie down. Wade sprawled on his back—all six feet something of him—his rigid cock curling toward his belly. He fisted his cock and put on the condom Landry handed him. “One more lick, and then I want you to sink all that wet heat right here, sugar.”
I obeyed, crawling over him and taking his dick into my mouth a few times before I raised my hips up over his and guided him in.
“Fuuuuuck,” he cursed, his eyes seeming completely green now. He gripped my hips, dragging my clit over his pubis, helping me grind on him in the most perfect way.
I whimpered, loving the feel of him cramming me full.
“Show me how you ride your cowboy,” Landry encouraged, cupping my breasts from behind.
I straightened up, bouncing over Wade to take him deeper. He helped me with his hands at my waist. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me, reveling in having two pairs of eyes watching me as I shamelessly took my pleasure on Wade’s cock.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Landry said. “I need to be a part of it.”
He gently tipped my torso forward over Wade’s chest, lifting my ass up.
I braced my palms on Wade’s shoulders.
I was breathless, brain scrambled. Very excited. A little nervous. I clenched down and made Wade growl.
“I’m going to use a lot of lube,” Landry said as he put on a condom.
I heard the snap of a cap and then he rubbed a cool gel around my anus. I went still over Wade, my pulse racing. Wade had done this as part of putting the plugs in, but it wasn’t a plug this time. Landry was so much bigger than anything we’d played with before.
“You’re going to love it,” Wade promised, reading a little of my apprehension. His jaw was clenched, but I saw reassurance in his eyes. He’d been gentle with me with the plug, teased me when he discovered how hot it got me. Got me off every time I came back to the apartment all worked up.
I nodded my agreement, holding my breath a little as Landry pressed the head of his lubed cock against my back hole.
“Deep breath, sugar,” he ordered.
I inhaled.
“Blow it out.”
As I exhaled, he gently pressed forward. I pushed back against him and my muscles opened to let him in. I winced at the discomfort. The initial stretch took my breath away, but he went slowly, and Wade brought his thumb to my clit and rubbed.