Jude picked up the narrative again. “I squeeze your breasts and tug on your nipples, kissing you. Then I reach for the button of your jeans,” he said. “Get your vibrator ready, you’re coming twice tonight.”
That made me squirm in anticipation. “I shimmy my hips from side to side as you lower my zipper and tease a finger under my waistband. Then—”
Mason jumped in. “Then you both hear footsteps coming up the stairs.”
Silence greeted us as I thought about the implications. Thus far in our naughty bedtime stories, it’d only been about me and one of them. But it looked like that had changed.
“You’re almost too turned on to notice, “ Jude picked up the thread. “But just as I push your jeans and panties down to your hips, you look over, noticing the man standing there, and gasp.”
Mason continued. “The newcomer is incredibly handsome with ripped muscles and piercing blue eyes. He’s far more good-looking than the man you’re with. He holds up your lacey white bra and asks if you dropped it.”
The thought of them both fully dressed and watching me, while one of them undressed me, made my pulse pound between my legs. I flicked the vibrator on, but Jude heard it and stopped me.
“Not yet,” he said. “Touch yourself with your fingers first.” I moaned, but did as he told me, running my fingers up and down my stomach, each time delving a bit lower.
“I moan when I spot Mason on the stairs,” I said. “I reach out to him, and he drops the bra and comes right over.”
“Damn straight, I do,” Mason said. “I stride over to you and cup your breast in my hand. And I kiss your neck on the blue-eyed side.”
“I get the green-eyed side,” Jude said, and I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been so turned on. “I tease your other breast as you moan. Parker, that doesn’t leave much room for you.”
For a moment, I stopped stroking my body to see how he'd respond. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to, he spoke up. “Don’t worry about me. When I make my move, I’ll find just the right spot.”
Mm, that was a really good answer. I groaned, pushing a hand between my legs. “This is so hot. Please can I use my vibrator?”
“Just to tease yourself,” Jude said. “Not on your clit yet.”
The fantasy continued with Jude, Mason, and I contributing. By the time I was naked and laying on the wooden floor of the lookout tower in the story, I was dying to make myself come in real life. It was such a delicious fantasy, to be out there in the fresh air, as naked as the day I was born, while two men did incredibly wicked things to my body.
Until suddenly, there were three men.
“You hear footsteps on the stairs again,” Parker said, and my pulse spiked. “I’ve come to find out what’s taking my friend, Mason, so long. I’m shocked, but instantly turned on when I see my friend and another man ravishing an incredibly beautiful naked woman. Each man has his head on her breast, teasing her hard nipples. And each man has a hand on her thigh, spreading her open. And I see how wet she is, how desperate to come.”
Shit, he was good at this. And then, I wanted to come more than ever.
“The gorgeous woman writhes around on the floor and I know exactly what she needs,” Parker continued.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Please can I use the vibe on my clit?”
“Yes,” several voices said.
Mason took over. “As the new guy, who’s definitely not as handsome as me approaches, he can’t take his eyes off your perfect pink slit. We grasp your legs, folding your knees toward your chest, giving him all the access he needs…”
Arousal filled me, so much so, I could barely breathe. All I thought about was two of them playing with my breasts. Spreading my legs wide. Holding me open. And then Parker between my legs, driving me crazy with his tongue.
“Don’t come yet,” Jude warned as Parker described how he’d lick me and taste me. I’d had no idea he’d be as good at naughty storytelling as the other two, but hot damn, he was.
My legs trembled as my imagination ran away with me. I pressed the vibrator firmly against my clit, as my hips threatened to buck off the bed. Then Parker’s soft voice, saying such explicit things, pushed me over the edge. I thrashed around on the bed, my cries drowning out the story.
My limbs trembled as I heard someone else come, too. Not Jude though. His voice was strained with need as he spoke to me from the top bunk. “Don’t stop, Kylie. You’re coming twice tonight.”
As it turned out, he was one hundred percent correct.