Sharing Her

“You might run into guys like us.”

“Guys?” I ask, a smile curling my lips. I put emphasis on the plural. Which one of them is going to want to have some fun with me?

“Guys,” Lee agrees, and he joins us on the bed, both of the huge men looming over me now. “We’re a band, after all. We work best together. Are you that kind of fan?”

“Am I…?” I breathe, nearly laughing. My heart is fluttering in my throat, and I can barely breathe. “I...might have given it a thought or two.”

“A thought, huh?” Grant asks, sitting down on the bed next to me. “Don’t tell me you still have your top on when you get these thoughts, do you?”

He reaches behind me and takes hold of my shirt, and before I can stop him, he lifts it up over my head, leaving me completely topless. I giggle and cover my chest, but I’m grinning at them like a schoolgirl.

“Or pants,” Lee says, and he grabs my tight shorts and unbuttons the top. Next thing I know, Grant swings his leg over me and pushes me down on the bed, and he takes my arms and pries them off my chest to pin them down on the mattress.

I squeal, but I can’t stop laughing.

I’m a nervous laugher.

After I’m pinned under grant, I feel my shorts leaving me as Lee pulls them down past my knees and off my feet. He takes my sandals next, leaving me totally naked.

“Sounds like you are that kind of fan,” Grant growls as his big, rough hands start undoing his belt. He pulls the leather off and tosses it aside, and I realize there’s a colossal bulge under his pants, so tight that it’s threatening to burst out.

“Only in my dreams,” I confess, biting my lip and squirming.

I feel Lee on my legs, his huge hands running up and down the soft skin and squeezing it. “Let’s make a dream come true, Grant,” Lee’s deep voice rumbles. Grant pulls a hair tie out of his pocket and ties his shaggy locks back, and he rips his shirt off, revealing a rippling, muscular body underneath the tank top.

I suck in a breath. I’ve touched myself plenty of times thinking about Grant’s rock-hard body, but I never knew it was this ripped.

“How does that sound to you?” Grant asks.

The question isn’t even out of his lips all the way before I start bobbing my head, making Grant chuckle.

“Do you do this...a lot?” I ask, almost afraid to.

Grant puts a hand to my face and runs his thumb over my lip. “Stacy,” he says, and I’m amazed he remembers my name after hearing it just once. “I’ve never met a fan who’s as down to share as we are, I can tell you that.”

“Seriously?” I half-laugh. “How is that not, like, everyone’s dream?”

Both the guys let out a hearty laugh, and Grant puts both hands around my face, bending way down to kiss me.

My heart pounds in my chest as he does. His beard tickles my face and neck, and I push my hips up in desire. When he finally breaks the short kiss, he whispers, “I think we’re going to like you, Stacy.”

I open my mouth to answer, but only a gasp comes out, because I feel fire between my legs.

Lee has gripped my thighs and put his face between my legs, and his long, hot tongue runs up my slit. It goes all the way to my clit, and it teases at the hooded nub. Somehow, the way he moves his tongue is just like the way I move my fingers over my clit when I have time to play with myself, but it’s so much better.

The fire between my legs gets hotter with each time that he lets his tongue out to play with my clit. He starts off in a little circle, then brings his tongue down to the rest of my pussy to run it up the whole length of it. Each time he does, he spends a little time at my clit, back and forth.

Soon, he gets greedier, and the thick tongue dives further into my pussy. He tastes my honey for the first time, and he lets out a groan of delight.

“I like her a lot,” he pauses to growl, and I feel a shiver run up my whole body.

Grant smiles down at me. “Lee’s picky. You’re a special girl, aren’t you, Stacy?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” I gush, and Grant bends down to put his lips to me again.

“You just be you,” he tells me, and he invades my mouth again.

While Lee lavishes my pussy with attention, Grant’s tongue delves into my mouth. My tongue welcomes him in, dancing with him just past my teeth and feeling his warmth all around me. Everything about him gets me hot, from the breath washing over my face to the way he tastes like whiskey and smells like man.