Evgeny kept a steadying hand on her thigh, as if he thought she might rear up, though nothing could be further from her mind.
“Was that good?” whispered Milan. “From the way you are trembling, I think it was.”
“Good,” said Lydia faintly. “Very.”
“Well, Evgeny, I think we are wearing too many clothes. Let’s let Lydia catch her breath for a minute while I…”
Lydia watched Milan reach over to the other man and pull him forwards by the belt of his trousers, which he proceeded to unbuckle. Lydia hadn’t seen this look on Evgeny’s face since that fateful, rainy night at the Barbican when she had first become aware of their relationship—he seemed to transmute from sulky, arrogant brat to adoring submissive at the first hint of Milan’s touch. His wide, lash-fringed eyes betrayed a vulnerability Lydia had rarely seen and he lifted his arms, wordlessly allowing Milan to pull his sweater over his head and expose his pale, hairless chest with its peaked little nipples. Milan pressed a fingernail into one of the nipples and Evgeny gasped, tensed slightly, but didn’t withdraw an inch.
Next, the trousers and boxers came down simultaneously, and Evgeny’s erect cock sprang up, only to be firmly enfolded in Milan’s fist and given a brief pump.
“It’s not just Lydia who’s ready,” commented Milan. “You’re always ready, aren’t you, slutboy?”
“Yes,” breathed Evgeny, his eyes closed and head thrown back. “God, yes.”
“Have you seen this, Lydia?”
She certainly had, and she nodded to that effect.
“Of course you’ve seen it. Lots of times,” Milan continued. “You’ve had it in your mouth, your pussy, between your tits. Where do you want it now?”
“Mouth,” said Lydia, who had decided beforehand that Milan would be the man to fuck her properly, while Evgeny could pick up what was left.
The Belarusian did not look disappointed with this deal, however, and he smiled wickedly as Lydia rose to her knees and took his shaft in reverent hands. She glanced up at him before bending her head to her task—he looked like a czar, proudly ruling over his concubine. So different to the way he had looked for Milan. Lydia felt a moment of misgiving, wondering if she was making the biggest mistake of her life, but then Milan gave a gentle nudge to the nape of her neck and she plunged down, accepting the familiar, bulbous end of Evgeny’s cock into her mouth.
Her tongue worked deftly while her lips stretched, letting him in inch by inch. Behind her, she registered the rustling of clothes, then the snap of rubber. Milan had a plan.
“He tastes good, doesn’t he, milácku?” The seductive voice was close to her and he placed a hand on her flank, stroking it up and down. “I know he does. I make him eat half a pineapple every day, you know. It sweetens the juices.”
Lydia almost snorted mid-suck, but she held her nerve and carried on.
“Your juices don’t need sweetening, do they? Let me check.”
She whimpered, despite her full mouth, as Milan dipped a finger between her pussy lips and ran it back and forth until it was coated. The smacking sound of his lips and a long, ‘Mmm…’ expressed his verdict.
“No, quite sweet enough,” he said.
Then his hands were on her hips and his chin and nose nudging inside her thighs, and he pushed his tongue up inside her, gorging himself while she quivered under his attentions. Evgeny put a hand on top of her head, holding her in position as if he were afraid she might pop off and abandon him in favour of Milan’s masterful tongue. She sucked harder, not wanting to disappoint him.
Milan drew a final zigzag around her clit then took his mouth away, keeping his hold on her hips and positioning her so that her bottom was raised and her thighs wide.
She had to stop sucking at the moment of penetration, needing to revel in it without distraction. She always loved that instant of being entered, filled and taken, especially by Milan whose cock was the perfect satisfying length and width. Slackening her lips around Evgeny’s manhood, she waited until Milan’s haunches bumped hers before resuming the blowjob with a vengeance.
She was tossed back and forth like a ship on a rough sea, pushed forward by Milan with each thrust so that Evgeny had to shift a little bit farther back until his feet hit the headboard. Then they achieved an ideal state of tension, with Evgeny resisting Milan’s efforts to force him into the wall, so that Lydia felt she was being crushed from both ends, caught between the rock of Milan and the hard place of Evgeny.
Suddenly her mouth filled with saline creaminess and Evgeny yanked at her hair while he puffed and sighed above her. He managed to hold her tight while Milan continued to fuck her, caressing her breasts all the while. Lydia kept her mouth over Evgeny’s softening cock, somehow needing it to feel complete, while Milan moved closer and closer to her G-spot.
“Look at her, Evgeny. She can’t stop sucking you.”
“I know. She likes to have her mouth full.”
“Did she do it right?”
“Oh yes. She’s had practice.”
“I know Lydia never misses a practice…” Milan panted, and Lydia flew into her orgasm, grippi
ng Evgeny’s thighs hard and moaning around his cock. This seemed to give the signal for Milan to let go of himself and pour out his own climax. The room seemed to spin and surge with sex as the three of them collapsed into a steamy embrace, kissing and sighing into inertia.