Manipulate (Deliver 6)

Not just him. She craved them both.

Martin raised his heated gaze from Ricky’s mouth on her breast and met her eyes. His fingers moved along his thigh, drawing a winding line as if he were tracing her body. It was profoundly seductive, fucking with her breathing and setting her skin afire.

“How’s your head?” she panted.

“Fine. How’s your pussy?”

She moaned. “Wet. Come here.”

“Lie still and shut up.”

She gave him the side eye.

“Do as you’re told.” He gripped her panties and yanked one side down her thigh.

Ricky took over, sliding the threadbare cotton off while being mindful not to rip them.

Then she was bare, totally nude and utterly exposed beneath the weight of their eyes. They took in the dark hair between her legs, their nostrils pulsing and expressions burning with desire.

Her body was completely natural and all her. No creams, perfumes, polishes, powders, dyes, waxes, surgeries, or enhancements of any kind. But they liked what they saw, and she kind of loved them for that.

“Open your legs,” Martin said.

She submitted without hesitation, relishing the way he controlled her. Both her and Ricky.

Ricky was domineering in his own right, but when he was with Martin, he let his friend take the reins. She adored the dynamic, loved that they didn’t compete against each other for attention or dominance.

Each of their roles in this threesome felt natural, fitting together seamlessly, effortlessly, without alterations or compromises.

Nothing in her life had ever been this easy or felt this right. It was as if some cosmic force had decided she deserved a chance at happiness, and poof, here they were, molding her into a woman who would never want anyone else but them.

“She’s lost in her head,” Martin said. “Rectify that.”

Ricky stretched her legs open and fit his wide shoulders between her thighs. Her heart stuttered as he lowered his mouth to her pussy.

The first touch of his lips bowed her back. He did it again, and she gulped uselessly for air, choking and trembling.

“Breathe.” Martin crawled in beside her and brushed her hair from her face. “Deep breaths.”

She inhaled slowly, unable to stop her thighs from squeezing around Ricky’s ears. “It’s been so long.”

“I know.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth.

He did know. Seven years without sex. She needed to understand why, but she wouldn’t push him. Not tonight.

“I don’t know if I can have an orgasm.” She stared down her body to find Ricky’s waiting gaze, the depths glimmering with promise. “I can do it on my own, but I haven’t tried in two years.”

“Give me your eyes,” Martin said.

She looked up and fell into a crystal green ocean.

“You’ve never come with another person?” He stroked a finger across her lips.

“No.”

“Lick her, Ricky. Do it slowly and draw it out.”

“I love it when you’re bossy.” Ricky grinned.

Then he buried that smile between her legs.

The firm, wet warmth of his tongue made her gasp. Martin caught her lips between his, kissing her soundly as Ricky brought her body to life with skillful licks and soft sucking pressure.

Her arms encircled Martin’s neck, and she kissed him back, hungrily eating at his mouth while pulling him closer, tighter. She wanted him on top of her, inside her, deep and hard and more.

His dark, manly scent drugged her inhales. The potency of his hot skin on hers evaporated her brain cells. The taste of his breath pulled her hips up, spurring her to flex and grind against the diabolical swirl of Ricky’s tongue.

Two mouths worshiped her, kissing in sync and catching an urgent rhythm. Her entire body throbbed beneath the pure expertise of their tongues, and that was when she knew she would come.

Pleasure rose from dormancy, bursting from her core with a vengeance. There was no slow build or warning tingles. When the orgasm sparked, it blasted across her vision in Technicolor and shot full-body compression waves through her nerve endings, shaking her down to her soul.

She screamed their names, cursed them in four-letter words, and Martin devoured every syllable with his mouth over hers.

“I just died a thousand deaths.” She shivered against the lingering twitches of the best orgasm she’d ever had.

Ricky crawled up her body, his lips swollen and wet and curved in a breathtaking smile.

“You’re the reason the gods invented oral sex,” she said to him. Then she glanced at Martin, unable to ignore the massive bulge straining his briefs. “You should let Ricky use his mouth on—”

Martin grabbed a fistful of Ricky’s hair, and their lips collided. The kiss skipped slow and gentle and plunged straight into ferocious.

She scooted out of the way as they rose to their knees and crashed together. Their mouths moved violently, rabidly, sucking, biting, groaning, panting. Hands pulled at hair. Fingers clawed down backs. Their hips slammed, cocks grinding. They were fucking each other with only the barrier of underwear between them.