Colt squints his eyes at me, and I know I got him right where it hurts. These two really can’t stop competing. In a sense, it’s almost as if they live for each other. Maybe they don’t see it, but they can’t fool me. These two spend a lot more time than would be reasonable thinking of each other. There’s something there, I can feel it.
“Ethan’s nothing,” Colt snickers. “Just wait until you’ve tried a real man.”
Before he even knows what hit him, I put my wine down and take my hand to his crotch, grabbing his cock harshly over his pants.
“I’ve had a lot of real men already. That no longer does it for me. I need more, Colt,” I whisper in his ear, my lips softly brushing against him. “Are you more?”
He doesn’t bother with a reply - he lets one hand of his climb up my leg and under the hem of my dress, his open palm pressing hard against my thong. Gr
inning, I look straight into his eyes, squeezing his growing cock with my fingers. So far, so good - Colt seems to be packing as much as Ethan. Now I just need to see if he knows how to use it.
“I’m going to show you the true meaning of more, babe,” he growls at me. Before I can chide him for calling me babe, he presses his mouth against mine, holding my head with his hand on my neck. I part my lips, allowing his eager tongue to wrestle against mine, his fingers rubbing my pussy over my black lace thong.
I start to get wet fast, the fabric sticking to my skin as he rubs on it over my pussy. Suddenly, he lets go, both his hands flying to my collarbone and grabbing at my tight dress. He tugs on it, the sound of it ripping apart almost too painful to hear. There goes one $10,000 designer dress. Whatever.
He keeps pushing the fabric, his eyes widening with an insatiable hunger as they wander through my half naked chest. I grab him by his hair, pulling him into my chest; he goes there willingly, kissing between my tits as if I was the last woman on Earth. His fingers fumble with the clasp of my bra and, when he finally unfastens it, he pulls down on the shoulder straps hurriedly.
I grab his hair hard, keeping him in place. I motion him to go where I want him to and I can’t help but let a moan cascade out of my lips as he wraps his hungry lips around my right nipple.
I want more, and I want it now.
I push him back harshly, grabbing at his shirt while I turn around and pull him after me. I walk across the room as slowly as I can manage, the sound of my heels clicking on the floor matching the steady beat of my own heart. Halfway through the living room, I stop dead in my tracks, the leather couch grabbing my attention - me and Ethan fucked right there… Somehow, there’s something poetically sinful about letting Colt’s cock inside of me on the same spot Ethan did it.
I turn on my heels, pulling Colt after me as I head to the couch. One foot away from it, Colt decides to take the lead - he grabs me by the wrists and, with insatiable lust burning in his eyes, grabs at my dress and completely rips it off my body. I fall down onto the seat as the fabric flies off me, only my small thong covering me.
His crotch is right in front of my face, his cock pushing against his underwear and pants as if it were a steel rod. I’m actually half-surprised the buttons on his pants aren’t popping out by themselves. Well, I can help with that. I press my hand on his crotch, his cock pulsing furiously against me, and slide it upwards towards the hem of his pants. My eyes never leaving his, I start popping each and every button, his cock pressing out against my knuckles as I go.
Let’s see what you’re hiding under that boxer brief of yours, Colt.
I grab his underwear, pushing it down his legs in one swift movement. His cock jumps out at once - it’s thick, a small web of blue veins around his unbelievable length, and it’s pulsing with unbridled desire.
“Not bad,” I smirk at him, curling my fingers around the root of his shaft. He almost growls at me as I say it - Colt can’t take a backhanded compliment, and I can tell the gears inside his testosterone-filled brain are already turning, trying to see if I’m comparing him with Ethan.
He’s right. I am indeed comparing the two of them - just not in the way he thinks. I’m comparing them because they’re both in a whole new level. These two have the biggest cocks I have ever seen in my whole life. I couldn’t be gladder I got them in a trade - now that was a bargain.
I start stroking him, taking one hand all the way up his length, and then making the same climb with my other hand. I go like that for a while, tugging on his member with both my hands in a flowing motion. His hips rock slightly forwards, telling me how he yearns to put his hardness inside of my mouth.
I can do that. I’ll just do it my way.
I let my hands go up to his stomach and I grab at his shirt, tugging on it sideways and making the buttons jump with a popping sound and scatter on the floor. He takes it out as I hurry down to his pants and boxer briefs and push them completely down his legs. Before he can step out of them, I grab him by the waist and push him down onto the couch, right next to me. He grins at me as I position myself on top of him, taking his shoes off and throwing them away; he kicks off his pants then, and I take a whole second to marvel at the perfect naked specimen laying down on my couch.
We’re cramped on the couch, my body crouched next to his side as he remains lying down, but I don’t care. Cramped works just fine.
I lean into him, parting my lips and taking his glans inside of my mouth. I feel him exhale in pleasure, and I flick my tongue against his tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements. His hands go to my head and he pushes me down with an almost anxious eagerness. I don’t even bother resisting his pressure - I want to feel that thickness of his inside my mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it. Going down his length, I push myself as hard as I can, straining to fit him all inside of my mouth. I pull back slowly the moment I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock. I’m progressing, it seems - I’ve had some practice with Ethan, after all.
Wrapping my fingers around his member, I start bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue at his cock as I suck on it. His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.
Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and go around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris. He doesn’t waste time - with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out and a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.
I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do - something better.
I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out; then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and jump on top of him, my back turned to his face. Realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy. I ease myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my labia and jab in and out of me quickly, one hand of his going around my waist and pressing down on my clitoris.
My pussy on his face, I lean forwards, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth. I let it slide inside of me in a hurry, his burning flesh rolling over my tongue hastily. I suck on him as hard as I can, cupping and caressing his balls with one hand. God, even his balls are huge - it seems like I’m playing with tennis balls.
I try to focus on what I’m doing, but it’s harder than it seems. He keeps flicking his tongue at me, thrusting with it and then sliding it all along my slit, all while he rubs on my clit with the dexterity of a true master. We’re pleasing each other with our mouths - my pussy in his mouth, his cock in mine - and it’s absolutely amazing. And what makes it even better is that we’re doing on the same couch I rode Ethan until I came. Thinking of that only makes me sway my hips against his face harder, all the muscles in my body tensing up as a nocked arrow.
Just like that, I take his cock out of my mouth and let a high-pitched scream tumble out of my mouth and fill the whole room. I grab his knees hard, arching my back as a jolt of mind numbing electricity runs through my spine. I’m coming hard and, fuck, he doesn’t ease up. He keeps licking me, his fingers hooked on my hips and keeping me in place. I tremble in ecstasy like a madwoman until I can’t take it anymore; I roll to the side, closing my eyes and breathing hard.