Unwrapping Holly

“Fuck… that’s hot.”

Brody’s voice was tight, like he was trying to hold it together. He smoothed a long lock of hair over my ear, freeing up my vision. Allowing me to shift my gaze backwards, so I could watch Donovan take me.

Look at yourself! The voice in my head sounded as stunned as I was. Just look at what you’re doing!

Whatever I was doing, I was enjoying the hell of it. And it was way too late to turn back now.

“Oh my God, you’re forcing me down her throat,” Brody murmured. He had both hands buried in my hair now. His arms were locked to give himself leverage, to push me backward on the outstroke, impaling me against my other lover.

Instinct took over. I let my body go, lost in the wild, seedy abandon of being spitroasted between the two of them. It felt soo fucking good! So starkly empowering,

to be both receiving and delivering pleasure to two men at the same time…

I took Brody from my mouth, lowering my head so I could enjoy getting fucked for a while. Donovan was drilling me with long, beautiful strokes. Sending me into a happy, almost delirious euphoria as Brody cradled my face in his hands.

“You okay?”

I nodded dreamily and smiled. I was much better than okay. He leaned down and planted his lips against mine, swirling his tongue into my mouth.

We kissed, sensuously, while Donovan and I fucked. And then, just as before, they switched off. Brody bounced me feverishly against his body, filling me wonderfully, while Donovan fed me his cock.

This wasn’t supposed to happen…

It wasn’t something I’d planned, that was for sure, but it was incredible nonetheless. And should it matter that I was being enjoyed by two lovers at once? They were both my boyfriends. They both knew they were sharing me with each other, even if it was on different nights.

But two of them at once!

“Let’s get her on a bed,” said Donovan abruptly. “That way we can really go to town on her.”

I felt like a queen, being carried off in his arms. Stretching out across the softness of my own bed, while both lovers slid up on either side of me. They kissed me forever, touching me, feeling me, letting their hands and fingers roam. I sighed as they lowered their heads to my breasts simultaneously. I pulled them hard against me, feeling the tease of their teeth nibbling my sensitive nipples before they took turns, once again, between my legs.

It was always a fantasy, to be fucked like this. To entertain two lovers instead of one, the both of them focused on me and me alone. I’d always thought I’d be too chicken to try a threesome. I didn’t want it to be awkward. I didn’t want to be let down…

But right now they were exceeding even my hottest, craziest expectations.

They fucked me solo. They screwed me together. Donovan held my feet pinned back while Brody pounded into me… ultimately eliciting a screaming, blinding orgasm that left me shuddering with joy, my legs trembling.

“Do you need a break?”

I shook my head and kissed them some more. I wanted every moment. Every shining, forbidden second of what was happening between the three of us. In the back of my mind, the looming fear that this might be it. That somehow this night was one in a million — a perfect alignment of all the right planets.

The selfish worry that it might never happen again.

Donovan finished first. It happened while Brody was kissing me; my eyes flared wide as I felt him go off, pumping my hot, silky channel full of his seed. My other lover watched, spellbound, as my personal trainer pushed all the way into me one final time. He held himself there, groaning with pleasure, his arms and chest shaking as he emptied himself completely.

“My turn,” Brody smiled, planting one last kiss on my forehead.

He flipped me over, planting his hands on my lower back. Then he pushed all the way inside in a single, well-lubricated stroke.

“Jesus Christ.”

All the air left my lungs as Brody pushed me into the bed. The weight of his body was delicious as he crushed me from above, sliding in and out of me, my asscheeks clenched tightly beneath his roaming hands.

Wow…

My brain flooded again, this time with the sweet, nectar-like exhilaration of being so thoroughly dominated. Donovan had moved to the other side of the bed. He was holding my arms out, pinning both my wrists beneath one strong hand. Holding me in place as Brody pistoned in and out of me…

I’m… I’m going to come again…