Clay’s gaze swept over me as I lay on my back, propped up on my elbows, and he gave me a dark smile while he undid his belt. “Roll over. On your stomach.”
I did, sliding off the bed enough so my knees were buried in the carpet and my breasts flattened to the mattress. My hands balled the sheets beneath them into fists as the vrrrrp rang out of his belt being pulled free from his belt loops.
He didn’t have plans to use it on me though, at least not now, because it fell with a thump to the floor. I turned my head to the side, watching Travis as he finished getting his pants and underwear off, but I stayed very aware of the hand that grasped my waist. The naked tip of Clay’s dick teased me, rubbing back and forth through the wetness his mouth had created on my skin.
It came from deep inside my chest when he lined himself up and began to intrude. “Oh, my God.”
I tipped my head forward, pulling the sheets toward me and over my face as he pushed further inside. It felt so, so good.
“Yes,” Travis encouraged. “Take it.”
The bed rocked as he climbed on and the sheet was pulled away, revealing he was as naked as the rest of us, and already half hard. At least, I thought he was. It was hard to focus because Clay was inside me, moving in slow, deep strokes.
The room was a thousand degrees and the needle kept rising. I was barely moving, but it felt like I was breathing in steam, struggling to catch my breath. My pulse was a furious drum, banging in my neck. The man behind me found a tempo he liked, and once it was established, moans played from my mouth.
But all this pleasure I was receiving? I didn’t have to keep it. I could share it.
I reached out, clasping Travis’s impressive cock and stroked him from tip to base. He groaned through his parted lips and moved closer. Clay had explained what he wanted to see, and Travis was more than willing to oblige.
It was easy to open my mouth and slip the head of Travis’s dick inside. It was a bit of a challenge to take more of him, but I did my best. I ringed my fingers around what I couldn’t take and pumped my fist in time with my lips. Only a few passes and he was slick with my saliva.
A heavy breath came from Clay, followed by a growl of satisfaction. “That’s it,” he said. “Get that cock good and hard so he’s ready to fuck you with it.”
It was impossible to organize my thoughts and my focus yo-yoed between the two men. One was pleasing me while I was intent on doing that to the other. I wondered if it could be the same as when I was holding their hands at the restaurant—only amplified a thousand percent. All the pleasure Clay was giving me could be translated through my body and carried on to Travis.
I pulsed my mouth on him, mimicking the same rhythm Clay used as he thrust into me. So, as Clay fucked me . . . in a way he was fucking Travis too.
My jaw began to tire, and I struggled to maintain the same tempo, but holy hell, Clay felt so good as he moved inside me. Plus, listening to Travis’s sighs and moans made the experience all that more enjoyable.
I wished I could see us in this moment, utterly connected and as one. Clay’s hips slapped against my ass as he held onto my waist, and I was bent over the bed while Travis knelt on it, his cock lodged in my mouth.
Perhaps Clay wished he could see too, because his hands were on my head, gathering my hair up in a loose ponytail. Or maybe he felt I needed direction, because there was purpose behind his fingers, guiding me to bob faster on Travis.
Spit slung from my lips. The head of his thick cock pushed deeper in my mouth, just past the point of comfort, and I retreated with a choking gag. I’d never found the sound sexy before. In fact, it was a turn-off for me . . . until Travis bent down, gripped my face, and delivered a rewarding kiss.
Clay’s hands stayed in my hair, so when the kiss ended, Travis rose upright and put his hands on top of the other man’s. They worked as a team to urge me back down, to fit my mouth around Travis and try again.
I did better the second time, mostly because I was distracted. Bliss was pooling in my belly from the rock of Clay’s body against mine. Could I come again so soon? And would he let me?