“Your mouths… I need them now,” I purr, the anticipation almost killing me. They exchange an anxious glance and they fit their bodies between my legs at the same time, both their mouths going for my inner thighs at the same time. Drake’s on my left side, and Sloane on the right one; their kisses are almost synchronized, and they kiss my thighs in an upward line, going straight for my pussy.
As if they knew exactly what to do, they position themselves so that they kiss my pussy at the same time: Drake wraps his lips around my clit and Sloane focuses on my drenched folds, sucking them into his mouth and running his tongue across the length of my pussy.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” I moan, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them hard, the palm of my hands pressing down on my hard nipples. Everything in me is burning right now, from my pussy to my nipples, and from my mind to my soul. Instead of blood, what’s coursing through my veins is liquid pleasure, and my heart just keeps on pumping it faster and faster, my moans turning into screams, and then my screams turning into a subdued whisper of ecstasy.
Placing my elbows on the table, I look at them and smile to myself as they start sucking on my folds at the same time, sucking and licking hungrily. They’re doing in such a way that they’re kissing at the same time, the scenery between my thighs a confusion of fluids, lips, and tongue. A masterpiece, I’d say.
“Don’t… Don’t stop,” I moan again, half begging, half ordering them. They keep on ravaging my pussy hungrily until I simply can’t take it anymore, an orgasm exploding inside my body and turning into sound as I scream.
“OH GOD! OH GOD!” I scream as loud as I can, tangling my fingers in their hair and yanking so hard I might rip it from their scalps. I keep their faces pressed tight against my pussy as I come, and I thrust my hips upward at the same time, rubbing my fluids all over their faces.
When I’m finally done, I just collapse on top of the table, a wild laugh on my lips.
“Oh God, that was amazing,” I tell them, momentarily forgetting all about my mom, the mess our companies are in, and all the planning we still have to do. Right now, I’m living in the present.
“I’ve had my fun… Now it’s time you have yours,” I tease them, sitting up on the edge of table and curling my fingers around their wrists. They look at me with a curious look, but then they smile as they realize what I’m doing.
I take Drake’s hand to Sloane’s cock, and I do the same with Sloane’s hand. They curl their fingers around each other’s cock hesitantly but, once that’s done, they don’t need any further guidance. They start stroking each other furiously, the movement of their hands just a blur. Leaning in, they start kissing in abandonment, completely forgetting that I’m in the room with them. And that’s just how I want it; they’ve been postponing this moment for too long, and now I want them to go all the way.
And when I say all the way, I mean it. But you already know that, don’t you? I’m not the kind of girl to do things half ass.
“On your knees, Drake,” I say out loud, and they both turn to me with a surprised look, almost as if they didn’t expect me to be there. “On your knees,” I repeat, a commanding tone in my voice.
He does it willingly, turning his attention back to Sloane and going down to his knees. Once he’s on the ground, he grabs Sloane’s cock once more, and this time he doesn’t need me to tell him what to do: just like I did before, he leans in and, parting his lips, he takes his stepson’s long shaft inside his mouth.
For someone who’s blowing a man for the first time in his life, I have to say that Drake’s talented. He bobs his head back and forth with clockwork precision, and he accompanies the motion of his head with his hand, stroking and sucking at the same time.
Sloane’s groaning with delight, his head thrown back and his fingers running through Drake’s hair. These two are enjoying themselves, that much is for sure. Oh, but I won’t stop here… no way.
Spreading my legs, I slide one hand down my stomach and I take two fingers to my clit, pressing down on that sensitive spot and stroking him with fast vicious circles. I chomp on my lower lip as I touch myself, barely blinking as I take in the scene unfolding right before my eyes.
My hands moves as if it has a life of its own, my fingers destroying my clit with precise but vicious strokes. There’s a hurricane of thoughts dancing inside my head, and they all seem to whisper the same thing: I have to make them go all the way. There’s no other option.
They want it, I know it, but they’re too afraid to admit it … and too afraid to do anything about it. But look at the way they’re enjoying themselves now, completely lost in what they’re doing. In fact, I think I’m going to stop him because if I don’t, I bet Drake is just going to suck on Sloane until he cums into his mouth.
“That’s enough,” I tell them, slowing down the motion of my fingers. Drake stops sucking on Sloane, suddenly taking his cock out of his mouth and turning to look at me, confusion in his eyes. “You want more.”
They just look at me with wide eyes, not doing anything, but I can see past their facade. “Say it,” I demand, staring them down.
“I… want more,” Sloane finally says, pushing the words out of his mouth one at a time.
“I want more,” Drake repeats, his voice loaded with electric anxiety.
“Good,” I tell them with a grin. “Now, you know what to do.” I narrow my eyes, still staring them down as my grin widens. I don’t need to say anything else: Sloane goes down to his knees and then he turns around so that his back is turned to Drake. He bends over, placing his hands on the floor and juts his ass back at Drake.
Our stepdad takes a deep breath and, pursing his lips, closes the distance between him and Sloane. He runs the tip of his fingers over Sloane’s ass crack, lingering over his asshole, and then presses down on it. I go back to working on my clit as I see Sloane grimacing, an expression of pain and pleasure taking over his face.
That’s it, boys, show me what you got.
Replacing his finger with his cock, Drake starts brushing it up and down over Sloane’s crack. Taking another deep breath, he places the tip of his member over Sloane’s asshole and moves his hips forward, feeding one inch of his cock into my brother’s asshole.
“Fuck,” Sloane groans, his eyes closed shut as Drake slides his cock into his ass, only stopping when he’s all the way in. “Oh, fucking hell,” Sloane continues, getting the words out from between his gritted teeth.
Hell, I want in on the action.
I get out from the table and walk toward them, lying down by Sloane’s side. He looks at me with a confused look on his face, but I just take one hand back to my clit and, with the other one, I grab his cock. I look at Drake and nod; reading my thoughts, he starts rocking his hips, making his cock slide in and out of Sloane’s ass.
I move my hands at the same rhythm Sloane’s thrusting, mimicking the flowing motion of his body, and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Even though all I want is to surrender to the pleasure demanding my attention, I can’t turn away from what’s happening right in front of me; this is too important for me to miss.