"Are your legs spread out nice and wide?"
"Yes."
"Spread them wider. Makes your clit and pussy more sensitive when you're touching them. Pretend Chris is holding your ankles, keeping you spread for us."
They both heard her response, an incoherent sound between moan and plea. Chris could see her writhing on the hotel bed. Pale skin, round curves, slick flesh. He paused, standing at Geoff's thigh. The other man raised a questioning brow, but Chris wasn't ready to explain himself. "Are you naked?" Geoff said into the phone.
"Um . . . panties and T-shirt. The one I stole from Chris's closet. The one with the dragon on it."
"If you call us from a hotel room and you're by yourself, we expect you to be naked. Take it all off."
"Play with the bear I gave you," Chris added. Discovering the manipulation of the tiny teddy bear-shaped jewel at her navel piercing excited her was an unexpected turn on to him. Geoff sent Chris another approving look as the throaty moans became little whimpers. Chris tilted his head, holding Geoff's gaze. Curling his fingers in the waistband of the pajama bottoms and brief shorts, he lifted both over Geoff's erection and pulled them to his thighs. Geoff moved his hand to block him and Chris intercepted, curling an iron hand around his wrist. As he bent, he took Geoff's hand with him, twisted it around, up and over, so Geoff's palm was now resting on the back of Chris's head. Meeting Geoff's bemused gaze, he lowered his head farther. He curled his fingers around Geoff's cock, straightening it up so he could cover it with his mouth and slide down it, slow and easy, to the root.
Smelling that familiar scent of male arousal up close and personal was another turn on, as was touching a cock he'd thought about almost more than his own. But the real charge was Geoff's reaction. His thighs tightened up like rubber bands, his eyes became jeweled slits, lips firm and totally edible.
Guy had a decent stick, about the same size as Chris's, though a bit longer. Like their body types. Both of them big enough not to get pushed around, but Chris had more girth and Geoff had more height. He'd never given a guy head, but he pretty much knew how he himself liked it done. He'd thought of it plenty of times, usually with Sam doing the honors in his fantasies. He slid himself off of Geoff, slow, working his tongue over the base of the shaft, curling around the corona. Geoff's hand was staying where he'd offered, on the back of his head, and a hard shiver of reaction went through him when his friend's long fingers constricted on Chris's hair, pushing him back down on his cock.
Sam was making little sighs and moans. It was like listening to the rise and fall of the ocean. On his own next stroke up Geoff's shaft, Chris lifted his mouth from him. "Sam, have you gone down on Geoff? Has he put you on your knees and made you bring him to climax with your mouth?"
"Yes . . . God, yes. I loved it. I loved how he looked while I was doing that. The way he responded . . . oh . . ."
Yeah. Chris met Geoff's heated gaze, and went down on him again. Geoff's grip was going to yank hair from his scalp, but premature baldness was a sacrifice Chris was prepared to make. Reaching between Geoff's slightly spread thighs, he cupped his balls as he tugged on him with his mouth. Geoff's hold slid to the side of his neck, and Chris could feel his pulse pounding against the heated palm. "So how did you like it when Geoff was inside you?" he asked Sam. "Was he too rough? Do I need to be rough with him now?" He curled his tongue around Geoff's glans, giving it a teasing lick followed by another nip that had Geoff shuddering.
"Oh . . ." That idea had seized her imagination, though she rallied enough self-preservation not to put her Dom at his mercy. "No . . . yes. It felt good . . . and hurt, but in the good way. Like he was taking every part of me, fucking every part of me. I want both of you inside of me in every way." Her voice was breathless again, and Chris imagined her hips lifting and lowering against her fingers, her knuckles glistening with her sweet honey.
Chris swirled his tongue over the head of Geoff's cock and probed the slit. Geoff's hips bucked up.
"Bastard," Geoff muttered. He pinched Chris's nape, hard.
"That would be my response." There was laughter in Sam's voice, and a whole lot of sex, her voice pouring over Chris like warm oil. "What are you two doing?"
"Mind your own business," Geoff said. "Chris, we shouldn't let her come. Let's keep her so hot that the moment she steps into the house, we can just strip her down and fuck the ever-living shit out of her. And make her beg for more."
Geoff's eyes were firebrands now, his mouth tight as Chris slid up and down, slow. He tasted as Chris had expected. Heat and male, the salted musk of semen, and below that, something important. The flavor of a male who was uniquely his. The way Chris had hoped he would taste.
"Oh . . ." Sam implored. "Please . . . I want both."
Both of them? Or she wanted both things, permission to come in the hotel room and having them fuck her half to death when she got home?
"Yeah. I think Geoff's right." Before Geoff could respond, Chris had his mouth back over his cock. The man drew his lips back in a feral snarl as Chris started to work him in earnest, drawing him deep, sucking in his cheeks, working his way up the thick shaft. Shoving his hand between Geoff's legs, Chris captured his balls once more, cradling them, working them in his fingers as Geoff's hips lifted and lowered further. Geoff kept one hand on the back of Chris's head, the other looking for purchase next to him, gripping the sheets near the cell phone.
"What are you . . . two . . . doing? Please tell me . . ." Sam was obviously still stimulating herself as they'd required, but the desperation in her voice said she was close enough she was having to concentrate to obey, to not come unless they gave her permission.
"Chris . . . is sucking on my dick," Geoff said in a growl. Chris shot him a look, bit him, and earned a hard pull of his hair. "I had the pleasure of taking his ass earlier in the night and he has an overdeveloped sense of noblesse oblige."
Chris scored him with his teeth, even harder this time. In response, Geoff reached around Chris's body, keeping his grip on his hair with the one hand as he yanked down his shorts with the other so he bared his ass. Geoff clamped down onto the meat of one buttock. The guy was always stronger than Chris expected, using that grip to tug him closer, shift his hand so his fingers were deep in the crevice, playing over the still-slick rim of Chris's ass. His cock shifted into overdrive, erect enough to bounce off his abdomen as he worked Geoff's dick in his mouth.
"Oh . . . God . . . please . . ." A feminine sigh, tremulous and needy, came through the phone.
"Take your hand from yourself," Geoff ordered, though Chris heard the strain in his voice. "I agree with Chris. You're going to hold on to it for us. Just for us. Tell me you understand."
"Yes . . ." There was petulance in the tone, telling them exactly how close she'd been.
"Yes, what?"
Chris's own heart skipped a beat at that sharp tone.
He had to admire Geoff's ability to multitask. Because there was no doubt he was having an effect on Geoff's concentration. He was fucking Chris's mouth aggressively, pushing toward the back of his throat with rough demand.