My head is still spinning as Eric puts me back on solid ground—although, with these two around, it always kind of feels like my head is spinning. The scent of their manly fucking cologne is all over me, and I don’t want to stop breathing it in.
“What about my big trip?” I ask, remembering the epic face plant I did during the opening parade.
“Babe, the only trip you’re going on is the one to Japan when you win this fucking thing,” Eric reassures me.
“You’re a crowd favorite, Kara,” Chase adds. “Everyone on Twitter is saying that you’ve got real personality.”
I giggle. “I guess the best way to stand out in a group of graceful, naked fitness models is to fall down.”
“You recovered beautifully,” Eric reassures me. “Every man in this building wanted to be Chase and I running to your rescue.”
“And every woman in this building wishes she could have gone down with such fucking panache.” Chase grabs my hair in his fist and pulls my cheek to his lips for a kiss.
“Actually,” I say, licking my own lips. “Speaking of going down…”
“Okay,” Chase says with a grin, grabbing the belt of his slacks.
“No,” Eric says forcefully, and we both look at him with sad puppy dog eyes. “Absolutely not. After the pageant, fine, but not now. You need to focus, Kara. And you,” he says, wheeling on Chase, “need to keep your dick out of the talent.”
“Eric, please!” I say, feeling my pussy throb even as I beg him. “Just, like, a quick little dick-suck.”
“There’s nothing little about this dick, sweetheart,” Chase chuckles. “Surely you haven’t forgotten already.”
“I haven’t,” I profess with all seriousness. “That’s exactly why I need you in my mouth. Both of you. Like…immediately.”
Eric’s chest rises and falls.
But when I check the crotch of his slacks, I only see his bulge rising.
“You know you want to,” I tease, moving in and stroking his bulge tenderly.
“It’s not about wanting to,” Eric says with a sigh. “It’s just—”
“The talent needs to focus,” Chase finishes for him. “So let’s help her focus, right?”
“YES!” I squeal, dropping to my knees.
Before I can hit the floor and start milking cum out of their balls with my mouth, though, Chase grabs my arm and hauls me back up to my feet.
“You can have our cum in that pretty little mouth once you’ve won this thing,” he growls into my ear. “For now…”
He nods wordlessly to Eric, who comes up behind me and pins my arms behind my back. He holds them with just one hand while his other hand gropes at my plump, exposed breast.
“Just a little something to tide you over, I think,” he purrs darkly into my neck. His teeth sink into my shoulder as Chase drops to his knees, forcing my legs apart and—
“Christ, Kara,” he moans, hooking my legs up over his shoulders. “You’re so fucking wet I don’t know how you’re not leaving puddles everywhere you stand.”
“Let me leave a puddle on your dick instead,” I beg, because holy fuck, I need cock.
“Taking dick is for winners,” Chase teases.
“Are you a fucking winner, Kara?” Eric asks.
“Y-yes,” I stutter. “I am—or, I can be, just—oh my god, PLEASE…”
Chase is grinning as he plunges his lips between my legs and gets to sucking on my cunt. The smooth, hairless lips of my pussy are so hot and slick for him that he can barely even keep me centered on his mouth, so his first order of business is licking up all my honey.
It’s an exercise in fucking futility, though. The more he licks, the wetter I get.