Ten
LAUREN
It was almost like a dream, sucking them both. Kneeling before these two beautiful men, sculpted as if made out of marble or stone. They looked more like the Greek gods you’d find in movies, or artwork — their bodies all lithe and strong and striated with muscle.
“Mmmmmm…”
I couldn’t help the noises I was making. I was kneeling on the carpet like a total slut — right in the spot where I’d first put my suitcase d
own almost a week ago. Kneeling before my two new lovers, with one hand on each of them. Sucking first one of their cocks… then the other.
They took turns, pinning my face against their flat, rippled stomachs. Sifting my hair with their thick fingers, or pinning it back over my ears. They both liked to watch. That much was obvious. Every time I glanced upward I could see the lust in their eyes, as they stared hungrily down at everything I was doing to each of them.
They let me go on devouring them, bringing them even thicker and harder, in the back of my throat. My pussy tingled as I imagined them inside me. I envisioned them fucking me, hard and deep, with my heels pinned back and my legs spread and my—
“Which of these bedrooms is yours, angel?” Brody asked, still deep in my throat. “Or do you not have a preference?”
I nodded over my right shoulder to the one I’d been using, my mouth already preoccupied.
“We can defile you in all three of them if you want,” Corey added saucily. “Just say the word.”
Yes please, the wicked little voice in my head laughed merrily.
A minute later I was lifted from the floor — scooped up easily in Brody’s two strong arms. I rested my head against his chest as he carried me into the dimly-lit room and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced to a stop up near the nighttable, not far from their crumpled flyer I’d somehow made smooth again.
Each of them reached out and took a foot. Together, they began unbuckling the straps on my heels.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll be more comfortable this way,” winked Brody, tossing a shoe over his shoulder.
I flexed my toes happily. There is a God.
They stood there for a moment, naked and beautiful at the foot of my bed. One of them murmured something to the other, and the next thing I knew I was being yanked toward them by the ankles…
And Corey was burying his face in my pussy…
Ohhhhhh… Yessss!
It had been ages. Years, at the very least. My hands slid down into his hair, my fingers curling into fists as Corey ran the flat of his tongue up and down through my dripping slit.
Oh FUCK.
And his tongue was everywhere. It was piercing me, penetrating me, rolling up to flutter the tip lightly over my clit. I pushed harder, to get him in deeper. I wanted to come so hard into his wet, willing mouth that I might drown him between my legs.
“You still okay?”
I turned and Brody was alongside me, kissing me deeply. Holding me with the two steel cables that were his arms, his grip strong, his touch serenely gentle.
I nodded, moaning into his mouth as his hands went to my breasts. He unclasped my bra. Kissed and made out with me, before he dipped down with that blond-stubbled chin to take one of my nipples hotly between his full, tender lips.
Down below, Corey had slipped a finger inside me. He was devouring me like a pro, fucking me with that one long digit while kissing and nibbling the tender skin around the hood of my clit.
This is it, the little voice in my head screamed. You’re going to fuck them.
Hell yeah I was. Nothing was going to possibly stop me.
You’re going to fuck two guys, Lauren. TWO GUYS.
I gasped out loud as Corey added another finger. “Ohhhhh…”