“You like watching this?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I gasped.
He gave Travis another stroke as he leaned over me, sucking my nipple into his mouth. My arms threatened to buckle. I was turning into a molten mess and was going to drip through the hands of these men who made me melt.
Clay pressed the tip of Travis’s cock against my entrance, and this time when I slid down on him, Clay’s finger was there too, stretching me. It was shocking and erotic to have a part of them inside me at once.
He had his palm up to the ceiling and moved his finger independently of Travis’s rhythm, and my brain emptied of thought. I let the sensations take over and have me in the same way I gave myself over to the men.
“That’s so fucking sexy, Lilith,” Clay said. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder,” his tone was wicked, “if this hot little pussy of yours could handle both of us at the same time.”
“Oh, God.” It was a knee-jerk reaction to the image he projected in my mind. I saw the two of them, their cocks pushed together as they slid in and out of me. The mental picture just threw gasoline on the fire already consuming me.
He cupped the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him and his sinful eyes. “What do you say?”
“We could,” I said between two huge breaths, “try it.”
Oh, lord. He looked so happy with my answer, it sent emotional pleasure scattering through my mind. He withdrew his finger from inside me, lifted it to my lips, and pushed it inside my mouth. It allowed him to lean closer and look over my shoulder, down to the man beneath me.
“Do you want to share her with me like that? Because I want to fuck her while my dick’s rubbing against yours and feel like I’m fucking you both.”
Because Clay’s finger, wet with the taste of sex, was in my mouth, it muffled my stunned moan. Travis’s entire body jerked, nearly throwing me off. He stopped moving, and as he throbbed inside me, Clay pulsed his finger past my lips.
He’d been so private and reserved, but now it spilled from him without hesitation. He continued detailing his desires without a hint of shame.
“I want to make her come on us, Travis, and then . . . I want to know what it feels like when you come inside her.” He gently pulled his finger out and traced the damp pad of it over my lips. “You want that, don’t you?”
It wasn’t clear whom his question was for, but I nodded at the same time Travis whispered the word. “Yes.”
Clay exhaled loudly, laced with relief, and I felt it in my chest. We all breathed it together.
“Turn around on him,” he said to me. “I think it’ll be easier that way.”
Travis let go of me and both men helped me move, and I was grateful for it because my thighs were tight and strained. Reverse cowgirl was great and all, but I found it more taxing than other positions.
Anticipation and anxious energy made my hands shake as I got on top of Travis, but then his lips pressed to mine in a reassuring kiss that striped away nervousness and left only excitement.
Was he excited too? In theory, sharing me this way should appeal to both men. Clay would get to design and control the scene, and Travis would get both pleasure and to feel like he was on a level playing field with the more experienced dom.
As soon as I was settled into the new position, my breasts pressed against Travis’s chest, I felt Clay’s fingers work in alongside the cock that was fucking me. It was a lot to take, but I enjoyed the uncomfortable stretch. I stared down at Travis’s bottomless eyes and wondered how he felt about this. Did he enjoy both the concept and the sensation as much as I did?
I didn’t get a chance to ask because he jerked me down into a blistering kiss.
The bed shifted as Clay moved behind me, and his warm fingers curled around my hip. Then, there came a sound like he’d spit in his palm and now was using it to lube himself up. I was so wet, he probably didn’t need to, but it couldn’t hurt. Plus, it was filthy, and I loved the slick sound of him touching himself.
Travis sensed the other man’s approach because he slowed to a stop and wrapped his arms around me, caging me in.
Clay sounded breathless. “Ready?”
It wasn’t so much a question as it was a warning. His grip on my waist tightened to hold me steady, and then he was there, nudging. Pressure built as he pushed, forcing his way in alongside Travis.
I sucked in a sharp breath. There wasn’t pain when he gained entry, but it was a deep ache. A fullness that demanded all my attention. I blinked my wide eyes at it, trying to process the tightness.