Hard as Rock (The Rock Star's Seduction 3)

He laughed, and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

I looked over at Ryan. “Are you okay?”

He shrugged. “Surprisingly… yeah.”

He leaned over and kissed me, and we stayed that way for a long moment before he pulled back.

“But I do have a request,” he said.

“What?”

“Let’s take a shower.”

“Okay,” I agreed, thinking it was probably about me being sweaty.

“I want to go down on you longer than he did.”

“Ohhhhhh,” I said, suddenly feeling myself getting even more turned on. “Let’s go.”

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We surprised Derek in the bathroom, and he joined us in the shower. The hot water coursing over my body was incredible – especially with two gorgeous men soaping me up, running their hands all over my breasts, my ass, my neck and my legs. Ryan washed me gently between my legs, and I felt myself getting closer to an orgasm just from his touch.

Derek’s cock, though still large, was soft and pliant as it slid across my slippery skin.

Ryan’s cock was still jutting straight up in the air; it looked almost painful as it strained out from his body.

It also looked delicious. I couldn’t help myself, and I leaned over and took him in my mouth, working my lips up and down his thick shaft.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Ryan groaned as he put his hands in my wet hair.

“Hey,” Derek said, sounding like the kid who got a smaller piece of birthday cake than everybody else.

I turned around. “What?”

“You never used to do that for me.”

“Really? You want to talk about that

now?”

“Kind of.”

“Fine,” I said. “You were always demanding about it, always pressuring me into doing it.”

“Oh,” he said, suitably chastened. “But if I wasn’t like that… does that mean… maybe in the future…?”

“We’ll see,” I said.

“Fine,” he sighed.

Ryan, though, looked like he had won the sex lottery

twice.

I kept sucking him, but I didn’t want him to come. I wanted him inside me, so I stopped after only a minute or two. Once the suds were washed away, we toweled off and returned to the bedroom.

This time Derek lay closer to my head and began to kiss me and caress my breasts while Ryan began to lick my still-damp thighs.

He moved higher, his tongue softly probing my sex… and then he began to circle my clit, softly rubbing the tip of his tongue over the hood.

I moaned into Derek’s mouth, and grabbed Ryan’s hair with my hands.

Ryan went slow, and varied things as he went. First he licked my clit, circling it, slipping over it, lapping at it gently. Then he licked me up and down, the entire length of my pussy, parting my lips with his tongue, entering me, teasing me. Then he began to suck at my lips, then my clit itself, taking me into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over me, making me moan and twitch and grind my hips against his face.

Then he slowly slipped a finger inside and began to stroke.

I went wild. He was using that ‘come hither’ motion, lightly grazing my g-spot… then pressing slightly more, slightly harder. All the while, he was sucking on my clit, lolling it about in his mouth, licking me with his wet tongue.

Right when I was about to come, he stopped, and I groaned – until he inserted

two

fingers inside me and began to stroke. Immediately I was in seventh heaven again, and I felt my orgasm start, then double, then triple, my muscles contracting hard around his fingers as he stroked inside me and fucked my clit with his tongue.

“OH GOD, OH MY GOD,” I screamed as I came.

Before I could come down, though, I felt Ryan use his thumb and middle finger to pull back my hood, and he began to stroke that spot on my clit with his forefinger – all while he was still massaging my g-spot.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I moaned as my thighs began to quiver, my pussy contracting in long, slow, undulating cycles. My pleasure going up, up, up… down, just slightly… then up, up, up even higher, over and over again.

He was filling me up, gently massaging me deep inside, all the while stroking that sugar-sweet spot on my clit, that place where all my pleasure seemed to pulse like a white-hot point of love and light and orgasm.

I kept going and going, never coming down, never stopping, just moaning and writhing and getting wetter and wetter.

Derek actually stopped kissing me and started watching Ryan.