Chapter 25
KEALY
What a night. Oh, the contrasts. First, being devastated that someone invaded my home.
And then, spending time with Shane and Cross. Well, shit, if that didn’t remind me what was valuable in life, I didn’t know what would. I loved those guys.
Oof. Did I just say love?
Ohmygod. I was falling. And hard.
And there they sat, right in front of me. Two of the most freaking gorgeous and amazing men I’d ever known. On a sofa. Just before me. They were mine, all mine.
At least, for a little while. And I was going to enjoy every second.
“Well, guys,” I said, swaying a bit with my hands on my hips. “I’m trying to think of what I might do to show you my appreciation for your support tonight. I mean, if you hadn’t come by and swept me off to this awesome place to stay, I would have had to go home with Fantine.”
They both laughed. I was glad I could be funny after everything that happened.
I walked up to my guys, sitting next to each other on the sofa and put a hand on the side of each of their faces. Where to start? Shit.
But I needn’t worry about that. They both stood and in a moment, I was sandwiched between the two.
Hands reached to pull my top over my head, and another pair lifted my skirt. They then inched me toward the sofa, where I was directed to get up on my knees. I reached for the sofa back to steady myself as my lacy boyshorts were first pulled to my knees and then down over my feet. Hands—I wasn’t sure whose—smoothed over my ass, cupping squeezing, and pulling my sensitive flesh until I instinctively arched my back to open myself and give them more.
“Fuck, yeah,” Cross growled. “Look at our baby.”
“Beautiful. Just beautiful,” Shane murmured.
Someone’s fingers traveled down my pussy until they parted my lips, drawing moisture from my clit to ass and back. I was so exposed, the way I was offering myself to both guys, but I felt safe and adored.
Shane, I think it was, positioned himself next to me, with one foot up on the sofa, and one remaining on the living room floor. I turned my head toward the sound of his zipper opening, and his rigid cock presented itself, right next to me. I turned toward him, and he held it and directed it gently between my lips. I clamped down on his swollen head, savoring the early taste of his cum, hoping he’d give me more later.
Cross, still positioned behind me, must have knelt because I felt his hot breath between my legs. Two fingers opened my lips, and his wicked tongue crammed itself into my core, leaving me shrieking as best I could with a mouthful of Shane’s cock.
Hadn’t I just been with two guys? Yup, I had, and now I was back for more. And god, I loved it. And all I could think of was how much I wanted more, like some sort of addict.
Shane continued to push into my mouth, so I focused on relaxing my jaw to take as much of him as possible. Cross lowered his tongue to zero in on my heavy clit. When he did, in spite of the trembling legs I was kneeling on, I pushed back into his face, not caring that I was also shoving my ass right into him. All I could think about was relief, and one of the best ways to get that was to have him suck my clit, and suck it hard.
While I hungrily devoured Shane, I arched into Cross to intensify the sensation of him eating me. Fuck, I wanted more, and I wanted it harder and faster. Didn’t he know that?
Turned out he did, because while he sucked my poor clit, he drew my slickness up to my asshole and began to press against my opening there. I’d not been invaded in that way, and never thought I would be, but with both of these amazing men at my feet, well, I didn’t care what the hell they did to me. It was all good. In so many ways.
After pressing on my asshole with his thumb, Cross entered me a scant inch. The sensation nearly drove me wild, and when he pushed further inside me, I realized I was desperate for him to fuck me. It had been a crazy night, and I just wanted to forget. I needed to forget. And he knew what that was like.
As did Shane.
I let the cock fall out of my mouth. “Do you have a condom?” I muttered, not entirely sure anyone would hear me, but hoping someone did.
“Go get a condom, man,” Shane said as he lowered his mouth to mine.
His tongue pushed between my lips just as his dick had done a moment before. But this tasted completely different, kind of minty instead of salty, and oh so intoxicating. His lips massaged mine, his tongue tickling me until I was moaning with the pleasure of his attention.
I’d almost forgotten about Cross until I heard him sheathing himself. He ran his cock up and down my slit, getting himself nice and wet. His thumb returned to my ass, and for a moment, I was afraid he was going to take me there.
I’d never done anal. I wasn’t sure I wanted to. But his thumb felt so fucking good.
But it turned out anal would have to wait for another day, because the engorged head of his cock notched itself at my pussy opening while his thumbs pulled open my swollen lips.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he snarled.
I couldn’t speak. So I nodded.
Cross entered me with a slow but steady pressure, filling me beyond capacity and then some. I tried to shrink away due to the initial sensation of discomfort, but he had a hold on my hips, and there was no moving at all. In about thirty seconds, I realized I didn’t want to.
I pushed back against the length of his cock ‘til he was balls-deep. Something began to roar through me, like an approaching train. Shane’s cock was back in my mouth, and my hand flew to work my clit. My eyes must have fallen closed because all I knew was sensation streaming from my core to my extremities. I shook from head to toe, and when I started to come, I was one violent convulsing ball, begging for more. A groan erupted from behind me as Cross blew his load, quickly followed by Shane, who emptied his seed down my throat. I swallowed all I could, and yet a little dribbled onto my lips.
I was ready to collapse on the sofa when strong hands lifted my shaking body and guided me to a bed. They tucked me under a fluffy down comforter and kissed my forehead. Someone crawled in behind me and spooned my limp form. Whoever was in front of me pushed my hair out of my face and reached for my hands.
Just a few hours earlier, I was bemoaning my ill fortune.
And now, I was thrilled about my riches.
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