The Boyfriend (The Boss 7)

El-Mudad parted me with the tip of his tongue, dipping into the opening of my vagina. He lifted his head. “You’re already so wet. I want to drink every drop.”

He seemed intent on making good on his word, darting his tongue in and out of me. I grasped at him, frustrated that I couldn’t arch my back or move my hips. He licked long, curling strokes up and down between every fold, almost reaching the top of my clit before starting again on the other side. I throbbed, the hard, engorged little knot straining for contact. The wetness from his mouth and from my already dripping cunt slicked his face and my thighs, ran down onto my ass. I tipped my head back, looking up at the night sky through the glass canopy of the ceiling. I felt like the whole universe could see me, like every single star knew I was spread open and vulnerable and shamelessly loving it. When El-Mudad finally drew my clit between his lips to suck it with aching gentleness, I let out a soft, satisfied moan. He already knew just the motion to bring me over the edge, the slow, teasing glide that stacked sensation upon sensation, until my legs tightened and my body bucked between them, electric jolts of pleasure wracking my every cell.

El-Mudad carefully put me on my feet again. “Can you stand?”

I unwound my arms from Neil and pushed a curl back from my face. “I would rather get on my knees for you. For both of you.”

“Then, let’s take this off,” Neil suggested, slowly pulling down the zipper of my dress.

“But leave the shoes on?” I asked with a slow smile.

“Absolutely.” He shed his robe, slippers, and boxers, and El-Mudad stripped off his lounge pants. We stood there, stark naked in the shimmering silver lights like we were on some alien world discovering each other for the first time. It was over the top, ridiculous, decadent, and utterly magical.

“I think we might be more comfortable lying down,” Neil suggested. “It would certainly be better for your knees than the ground.”

On that, we could agree. I stumbled, dazed from languid pleasure, to the mattress with them. It was firm and comfortable, the fabric soft to the touch. Neil and El-Mudad lay together, and I knelt between them, pushing aside my nerves. The only thing that really bummed me out about our relationship was knowing that I wasn’t as good at oral as they were.

I had my pride.

Still, neither of them complained as I stroked Neil’s shaft, rolling his foreskin up and down slowly. His toe joints cracked as they curled, and I smiled to myself, leaning over to lightly brush the tip of El-Mudad’s cock with my mouth. I licked my lips, “accidentally” touching my tongue to his sensitive head, and his breath caught.

“She is a tease, isn’t she?” Neil said, laughing. He rolled onto his side, leaving me room to keep touching him but positioning himself so he could touch El-Mudad, as well. Neil’s hands roamed over El-Mudad’s chest, down his sculpted abs, to cup his balls while I continued tormenting both of their cocks.

“Do we have lube?” I asked, and El-Mudad nodded. I released them for just a second to feel around among all the pillows until I found the bottle. Water-based and flavored. He’d checked every box. I pumped some liberally into my hand and grasped Neil’s erection again. He pumped against my fist; I couldn’t actually close my fingers all the way around him, but I’d learned to adapt over the years, gripping tightly and twisting my wrist as I stroked, so that no part of him was neglected. To my surprise, he took the lube and slicked some on his first two fingers. Covering El-Mudad’s mouth with his own, Neil slowly slid those fingers into the cleft of El-Mudad’s ass. I studied their faces as they devoured each other, Neil’s relaxed in utter bliss as my hand glided up and down, El-Mudad’s eyes opening wide as Neil penetrated him with his fingers. I parted my mouth just a little and rolled my saliva-slick lips around El-Mudad’s shaft, lightly grazing him there with the edges of my teeth. I drew those back as I reached the head and gently tugged on his foreskin with my lips. His hips rose rhythmically while Neil fucked him with his fingers, and desperate beads of El-Mudad’s precum coated my lips.

“Oh, Sophie, please. Please suck me,” he begged. It was kind of refreshing since I was usually the one doing the begging.

I pretended to consider. “Okay. But only if you promise you won’t come. I want to take both of you tonight.”

Neil groaned at the thought, or at the continued attention of my hand. Either way, I was happy. “How do you want us?”