Red & Blue

Running my hands down his chest, I hook my fingers on his belt, looking him in the eyes expectantly. With a grin and a nod, he gives me the go ahead, allowing me to unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling fingers as I start to unbutton his pants. One by one, the buttons come off. His hard cock pushes against my knuckles from under his boxer briefs and my heart tightens at the touch of his hard shaft. I turn my hand around and grab it viciously, sighing in ecstasy as I feel his thickness pulsing against my fingers. I can barely wait to have him inside of me, stretching my pussy as it buries itself into me.

“You want it, don’t you?” he says, laying soft kisses on my neck. I simply nod, barely able to think of anything to say. Oh, I want it so bad; he has no idea how much. “How bad, Vivian?”

“Bad,” I croak, my pussy so wet that I feel my own fluids starting to drip down my inner thighs.

“Prove it. On your knees,” he tells me, my legs buckling under my weight as if he had cast a spell on me. He lets go of me and takes one step back, his smart eyes never leaving mine. I go down as if all my strength had left me. Gulping, I reach for his waist, grabbing at the hem of his boxer briefs; I tug on them, sending them down his legs with his pants. His cock jumps free, precum glistening on the tip. Thick and long, it stands ready at attention, pulsing with the desire to feel my mouth.

“It’s yours,” Liam says, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. Grinning, he unbuttons his own shirt, his fingers moving fast but without any hint of hurry or anxiety. As the button-up shirt slides down his arms, I reach for his cock, my fingers slowly curling around his shaft. It’s warm and pleasant to the touch, and that just makes me want to ram it inside my mouth at once. Lucky for me, that’s exactly what he wants me to do.

Reaching for me, he brushes my lips with his thumb. “This sweet mouth…” he whispers, his cock pulsing against my fingers, anticipation running through it. “I want to fuck it.” He takes his fingers

to my head then, running them through locks of hair and grabbing them; keeping my head in place, he moves closer to me, his cock dangerously close to my mouth. “Use your tongue,” he commands me, and my body responds at once.

My tongue pushes its way out from between my lips, reaching for his glans; touching it, I the saltiness of his precum makes me shiver, and I start to circle his tip with sensuous strokes. As his hold on my hair eases, I lean forward, tilting my head sideways and running my tongue down his shaft; I go all the way down until I can lap at his heavy balls. Opening my mouth, I suck one in, rolling it inside my mouth as I twirl my tongue around it. As I allow it out of my mouth, I go back up his shaft, this time allowing my lips to rest against his glans.

“Here’s my mouth,” I say, looking up at Liam, my lips brushing against his velvety tip as I speak. “Didn’t you want to fuck it?” He replies with a grin, the pressure of his fingers on my head intensifying. Slowly, he moves his hips forward, pushing his cock past my lips. I part them, allowing his shaft to roll over my tongue until all of his length is snuggled deep inside my mouth. Only when my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock does he pull out, his shaft moving back until only his glans rests over my tongue. Our eyes lock, and for a fraction of a second, I can almost see electric sparks in the cool air around us. Just one heartbeat after that and he slides his cock in, moving it back out in a fraction of a second. Rocking his hips, he starts to fuck my tight mouth, fulfilling his delicious promise.

The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth scorches all the thoughts flying around my head, leaving only a warm feeling of pleasure. My eyes are closed, my brain fully occupied with how it feels to have Liam’s meaty thickness rolling over my lips and tongue, ravaging my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.

As if guided by a God of Lust and Sin, my hands move by themselves, my fingers digging deep into Liam’s ass. Firmly grabbing him, I urge him to go faster and harder. Obliging, his cock starts going at a faster rhythm, the wet sound of his cock on my lips driving me to the edge of madness. I feel a slight spasm over my tongue and Liam finally starts slowing down, his thrusts winding down patiently.

When he takes his cock out of my mouth, I take a deep breath, my lungs straining from the lack of air. It’s hard to remember to breathe when twelve inches of cock are ravaging your mouth, that much I can tell you.

There’s an expression of dazzled delight on Liam’s face, and seeing all the pleasure he’s taking from using me, makes my heart beat even faster. I want him to use me more… So much more.

He turns on his heels, my eyes following his naked body. As he moves, his perfect ass cheeks clenching, I bite my lower lip by instinct. God, I can’t help but feel lucky to be right here and right now, with this perfect slice of man. What more could I ask for? As if trying to answer my own question, the memory of the time I spent with Liam and Carter in the limo flashes behind my eyes. You could ask for that, my mind seems to say, bringing to the surface the memory of Liam and Carter’s cocks inside of my mouth.

“Come here,” Liam says, derailing my train of thought. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed, an inviting look on his face. I go up to my feet and start walking toward him, my eyes almost unable to stop looking at his hard cock. Christ, I just want to ease myself down on top of it and feel it piercing me.

I go up to Liam, standing in front of him as my chest rises and falls, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. He reaches for me, his hands resting on my ass, and reels me in. Following his lead, I place my knees on the edge of the bed, each by the side of his waist. I sit across his lap, feeling his hard cock brushing against my navel, the desire to impale myself on it growing fiercer.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he says, looking me in the eye. “You want me inside of you, and you want it now.”

“Yes,” I nod, my throat growing dry. His fingers are digging into my ass, stopping me from jumping on top of him and sliding his cock inside of my pussy. He knows that I want it bad and he’s dangling the fact that it’s going to happen soon right in front of me, teasing me.

Still with one hand on my hip, he uses the other one to grab his cock, and then he pushes it down against my pussy. Rubbing his glans against my wet folds, he keeps his eyes focused on me, that mischievous grin on his face.

“I want it now…” I moan, trying to thrust.

“I can see that,” he chuckles, keeping me in place. Then, a flicker of deviousness flashing in his eyes, he throws himself back on top of the mattress. “Go ahead then, do your worst, Vivian.”

That’s all I need to hear; I grab his cock and, angling it upward, I raise my hips and lower myself over it. His glans pushes against my folds and I throw my head back, gasping as I feel his thickness stretching my insides. His shaft slides inside of me easily, even though it strains against my inner walls all the way, each inch of him making my breath grow ragged.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan, all of his thick inches lodged deep inside of me. His glans is pressed against that secret sweet spot in my pussy, and I start swaying my hips, moving them back and forth. I lean into him, pressing my mouth against his and igniting a frantic kiss; our lips part, opening up the stage for our tongues to dance and then wrestle against one another. We keep kissing until I can’t do it anymore, his cock claiming all of my attention. “Fuck…” I hiss, digging my fingernails on his chiseled pectorals.

Sitting up straight, I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders as I start to ride him harder. My fingers run down from his pectorals to his abdominals, and I trace every ridge and valley in his muscles, each perfection impossible to compare… Unless, of course, we’re talking about Carter. These two can go toe-to-toe on whatever area you want to compare them in.

Just like that, I find myself missing Carter again. Like a lingering memory in the cellar of my mind, his absence makes my heart grow tight and anxious. What I wouldn’t give for him to be here with us, his hands running all over my naked body while I keep swaying my hips, Liam’s cock fucking me. As good as Liam is, nothing can compare to how I felt during that brief moment in time, both men ready to put their differences aside and do my bidding. I know that it was good to be true, that something like that couldn’t possibly last but… That doesn’t stop me from missing that moment. To the day I die, I’ll never forget about it. Being with Liam is perfect, sure, and the same happens with Carter... But being with the two of them was simply transcendental. It was Heaven.

“Hey, what are you thinking of?” Liam whispers, and I’m brought back to reality. I almost lie and tell him that I’m not thinking of anything, but the look in his eyes somehow brings the truth out of me.

“Carter,” I blurt out, not giving my brain enough time to filter out what I’m saying. “It was… different with him. With the two of you.” Liam stays silent for a long moment, decoding my words, and I almost regret having said what I just did.

“Yeah… It is different,” he finally admits, the thorns in my heart fading away. I didn’t screw it all up by mentioning Carter, thank God. “But I’m here now.”

“You are,” I smile, feeling his cock pulsing inside of me. I build up my rhythm again, pushing all thoughts of Carter to the back of my mind. It doesn’t take long for my brain to be so busy with all the information my nerve endings are sending it that I become fully focused on the now—the past and the future become abstract concepts, and all that matters is Liam.

I ride Liam as hard as I can, willing my muscles to push past their exhaustion. Wanting to create the perfect storm in my body, I slide my hand down my stomach, and use two fingers to press down on my clit. Rubbing it while I rock my body against Liam’s, I feel the fury of pleasure building in me. I keep pushing myself, knowing that the breaking point is close.