Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

Liam groaned as he unclipped my seat belt, then his. “Work those pajama pants down over your hips.”

“Here?” I asked on a little squeak.

“Right here,” Porter added. It seemed he couldn’t wait a second longer to see me and watch me come. “We’re gentlemen, sweetness. But we know you’ve got dirty desires in you and we’ll take care of each and every one. It’s our job now.”

I had a feeling those words went a little deeper than just an orgasm, but now wasn’t the time to consider. The fact that they couldn’t wait a second longer made me even hotter. So I tucked my thumbs into the waistband and worked the loose flannel lower, then lifted my hips to get it past my butt.

I wasn’t wearing any panties.

Liam grabbed my right leg, lifted it up and over his muscled thigh, spreading me wide. Porter followed and they worked my pants lower and then off, careful not to take my cozy socks with them. With my legs up and parted, it forced me to slide down into the seat a little so I was leaning back much like I had on my couch earlier. My fleece top didn’t cover my lower half. At all.

“Fuck,” Porter murmured.

Their hands rested lightly on my inner thighs. The comparison of their ruggedness, their size in comparison to my pale skin, was blatant. They were so manly. Virile. I felt… feminine and strangely powerful even though both of them were a foot taller and weighed at least eighty pounds more.

Liam breathed deeply. “Fuck, I can smell your sweet pussy.”

I tried to close my legs, but their hands kept me wide. I wasn’t sure if that was a positive thing or not.

“She does smell sweet. Wait ‘til you taste her,” Porter told Liam. “Like honey.”

Liam grunted in response.

I closed my eyes because I’d never had anyone talk about me like this. Like I was the only meal around.

I bit my lip. While I wasn’t a virgin, most of the sex I’d had had been Tab A into Slot B kind of sex. Not much looking, but lots of fucking.

Neither was touching me intimately, just looking. And looking.

I hadn’t seen very many other women naked, not more than at the gym and then it obviously wasn’t up close. My pussy wasn’t a neat little slit. My inner lips were large and exposed, a darker pink than what was always described in a romance novel. I’d heard ridiculous terms like meat curtains, but never considered it more than just a funny term.

But now… with two guys, they’d surely seen a fair amount of pussies up close and very personal. Did I compare? Would they be turned off?

I squirmed again, this time with doubt.

“You’re gorgeous, baby,” Liam said. “Look at that pussy.”

“I’m big,” I blurted.

“Big?” Porter asked, his hand sliding up and down my left thigh, getting closer and closer to my pussy with each pass, but not touching.

“My lips… there. It’s kind of ugly.”

Liam chuckled. “Baby, that’s not a nice way to talk about my pussy.”

“Our pussy,” Porter clarified. “And I agree with Liam. You’re perfect. Touch yourself, sweetness. Show us what makes you feel good.”

They weren’t bothered, didn’t run away screaming, so perhaps my complex was just that, completely irrational. I relaxed back into the seat—when had I become tense?—and slid my hand between my parted thighs. I’d never done this in front of anyone before, but I was so hot for them, so hot to come since I’d gotten myself all worked up and then they’d knocked on the door. Left me hanging.

Heat spread as I slid over my clit, circled my entrance.

“See how those pussy lips wrap around your finger? More to get around my dick,” Liam told me.

I whimpered as I worked myself up, rubbing my clit with the tips of my fingers in small circles, just how I liked. Heat spread from my fingertips and out over the rest of my pussy. I was getting wetter. My legs tensed, my breath caught. My eyelids fell closed and I felt their hands on my thighs, listened to their dark and dirty promises of what they’d do once I came and I was close.

So close.

Their hands moved, and I felt fingers find my entrance, then slip inside. My eyes popped open and I looked down. My hand on my clit, both men’s hands lower. Both had a finger in me. They stretched me open, filled me and somehow curved over my g-spot.