Ethan stood, then helped me up onto the bed, shifting on my knees so I straddled Matt’s hips, his cock directly beneath me.
“Wait,” Matt said, leaning forward and taking my nipple into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, tugging, the released it with a loud pop. He grinned. “Oh yeah.”
My inner walls clenched and released as he’d done that. Now I just felt empty.
He put his hands on my hips as I shimmied, felt the broad head of his cock at my entrance.
“Take your time, baby. Nice and easy.”
Even though the tendons in Matt’s neck were tight, he offered an easy smile and I liked this almost playful air to him. Yeah, in about ten seconds I was no longer going to be a virgin. That was a big deal. Doing it with both of them was a big deal. It was to them, too, based on everything they’d said. But he wasn’t making it serious now.
I lowered myself and I began to open for him. My eyes widened, unused to the stretch. His finger had been in me, but that had been nothing compared to this. I lifted up, dropped again, thankful gravity was helping. I felt his fingers clench on my hips, then relax.
The bed dipped and Ethan came to sit beside me. His hand slid up and down my back and he began to speak. Dirty words, words that made me eager to have Matt in me.
I love seeing you take Matt’s cock. You’re perfect for us. That’s it. Deeper. You can take all of him. Soon it will be my turn. My dick’s so hard for you. I can’t wait to mark you as mine. Fill you with that baby we all want.
Matt fit, but it was tight. Really tight. My inner walls rippled and I shifted, adjusting to the feel of him. I was wet, crazily so, and it had been much easier than expected. It was only when I was sitting directly on his lap, my butt resting on his bare thighs, that I realized it hadn’t hurt.
“I thought it was supposed to be painful,” I said, my voice coming out in little pants. “That there was blood and thinking of England.”
Matt was gritting his teeth. “I’m thinking of England right now trying not to come. Baby, you’re squeezing me and I’m not going to last.”
I laughed, came up a touch, dropped back down.
“Oh,” I said, my eyes going wide. That felt good.
“Not every woman has a hymen, or it was torn at some point. Does it matter?” Ethan asked.
I lifted and lowered myself again, this time a little further out and a little harder back down. I cried out. “No. No, it doesn’t matter at all,” I breathed.
“Fuck,” Matt whispered. “I’m just glad there’s no pain. Only pleasure, right?”
I nodded, my ponytail tickling my back.
“Shit,” Ethan added when I started to find a rhythm. I could feel my breasts bouncing, but I didn’t care. I was just chasing the pleasure, grinding my clit against Matt. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. Come for us.”
I fucked with abandon. Even though I’d never done it before, I was getting the hang of it pretty fast. I knew what felt good and I wanted it. But I wasn’t getting there and it seemed that Ethan knew because I felt fingers on my clit.
I opened my eyes, turned my head and looked at him. “That’s it. Now you can come. We’ll both get you there.”
I began to move again and it didn’t take long, not with Ethan’s expert touch. He certainly knew his way around a clit. My thighs quivered, my inner walls clenched, my nipples tightened. I gave over to the pleasure, arched my back, cried out.
I felt Matt’s grip tighten, felt him thicken within me. He held me down, thrust his hips up and groaned. He was so deep I felt the hot spurts of his seed, knew he was feeling the same bliss I was. I’d given it to him, made him feel that way.
It was hard to catch my breath and for some strange reason the tips of my ears were tingling.
“My turn,” Ethan said. I could hear the need in his voice. I’d come twice and he was still waiting. Glancing down at Matt, I saw that he was no longer tense, but had a sly grin on his face, his cheeks flushed.
“Be a good girl and give Ethan what he wants.”
I bit my lip, glanced at Ethan, then nodded. Matt easily lifted me up and off of him and I hissed, every spot inside me awake and eager for more. I felt his seed slipping from me and a drop fell onto Matt’s thigh.
Ethan growled, grabbed me from Matt and flipped me onto my back. I gasped at the manhandling, but liked it. He stood, grabbed my ankle and tugged me so I was sideways on the bed, Matt moving out of the way. Ethan didn’t release my ankle, but took the other one too. I was open for him, my butt right at the edge of the bed.
“Okay?” he asked. Even rock hard and blatantly eager to fuck, he was still thinking of me first.
I nodded, then said, “Yes.” I wanted him to hear it, to know I wanted him.