The Reunion (Fashionable Friends)

Hugh started to move, setting a languid rhythm that I replicated on Cameron, so we were all moving in sync. For the first time in my life, I felt complete, whole, and like this was the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m going to come,” Cameron warned after a few minutes; my blowjob skills were apparently much better than I realized. Or else he was also blown away by the whole erotic scene as much as I was.

He let go of my hair to allow me to take a breath, but I just carried on sucking him. I was equally as turned on and excited to taste him.

Hot salty cum sprayed into my mouth while I looked up at him through my lashes. I watched the happiest man on earth in the throes of ecstasy while I sucked and swallowed every last drop of his seed.

For a minute or two, I licked his delicious cock up and down enjoying every last drop of what he had to give me until his dick had completely softened and dropped from my mouth.

“I have an idea,” I said, and Hugh paused his thrusting to hear me out. “Hugh, lie on the bed here.”

“Sure.” He reluctantly pulled out of me and lay down.

I turned to face away from him and then straddled his muscular thighs.

“Oh, God,” he moaned, on realizing what I had planned for him. “This is a dream come true.”

I slid onto his cock and set my own slow rhythm, bouncing up and down with long strokes, knowing full well that Hugh would love the way my ass looked from this angle.

“Oh God, that’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

Cameron appeared in front of me and started playing with my body, pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit until I almost blacked out from the intensity of the different sensations.

It was hard to keep grinding on Hugh when I was so distracted, but I kept up my rhythm, determined to please him as much as it also pleased me.

I leaned forward to hold on to his thighs for extra support and to give him an even better viewing angle; the small whimper that escaped his lips told me I’d succeeded.

My toes curled as I trembled on top of Hugh. His cock hit the perfect spot at the exact same time as Cameron gently flicked my clit.

I screamed, and it seemed like my voice came from a whole different person, wild and completely unabashed.

The sight and sound of my climax must have been too much for Hugh, because he grabbed my hips in response and began thrusting up, growling aggressively. As he plunged into me for the final time, he emitted a guttural moan and held me still on his twitching cock until he was completely spent.

“Holy shit,” he said finally as I climbed off him, and the three of us settled under the covers.

“Holy shit indeed,” I agreed.

“How did you guess that reverse cowgirl is his favorite thing in the whole world?” Cameron asked. “And I do mean favorite thing, not just favorite position. I’d say you’d choose it over winning ten million dollars, wouldn’t you, Hugh?”

“Yup,” Hugh replied lazily, “no contest.”

I merely shrugged. “Hugh’s a guy, and you all appreciate having an ass in your face.”

Both guys laughed at that, but I wasn’t joking.

“Fair,” Cameron replied. “Anyway, that was incredible.”

We three clasped hands and lay together in a happy, drowsy silence for a while.

I knew then I’d never get anywhere close to such bliss with anybody else except these two men. How could I ever go back to normal life once I’d discovered they could make me feel that way?

Or have a normal boyfriend?

It was impossible to imagine being satisfied with one man after discovering four hands were way better than two.

I didn’t want to share my confused thoughts with the guys in case I got their hopes up, so I decided to tell them about a much less important problem. “I’m hungry. Was there anything else in that basket?”

Cameron laughed. “There’s plenty of leftovers, but there’s also a dessert waiting for us.”

We all shrugged on our robes and padded through the bungalow.

Cameron headed straight toward the countertop. “A rich pecan pie is exactly what we need.” And a few minutes later we ate the sweet dessert from plates on our laps.

Cam sat at the bottom of the couch, and when we’d finished eating, he placed our plates on the floor and raised my feet to place them in his lap. He massaged my heels, toes, and the balls of my feet. Effortlessly, he soothed the aches and pains I’d developed thanks to wearing a brand-new pair of heels at the rehearsal dinner the night before.

Happy, sleepy, and content, I closed my eyes.

“Would you like me to read your book to you?” Hugh asked, pulling up a chair beside me, holding Emma in his hands. “Or is that too cheesy?”