I could feel my cheeks go hot, along with the rest of me, remembering what he’d done.
“You’re dripping wet now.” Shane slid a finger up and down my slit, parting me. “So pretty.” I gasped again but watched as he held the finger up, then licked the moisture from it. “You’re right. She is sweet.”
I stared at him, couldn’t believe how hot it was. His dark hair, stubbled jaw, heated gaze… all between my thighs.
“You going to watch me eat your pussy?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but nod. “I’ll say yes to anything right now.”
He grinned, licked his lips, then lowered his head.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, watching his tongue flick the path his finger had taken. He continued to lick me as he lifted his gaze, watched me.
I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and flopped back onto the soft mattress. Shane chuckled just before he went to town. His mouth settled over my pussy and did ridiculously magical things. Tongue flicking and swirling. Sucking. Nibbling. Then his fingers got involved.
“Let’s get the rest of your clothes off, sugar.” Finch’s voice was low, and I felt the bed shift as he moved beside me.
Shane grabbed hold of my hips, held me tight so I wouldn’t move as Finch helped me lift my torso enough to strip me of my sweater and tank top. Even my bra. “Fuck, you’re so damned pretty,” he murmured when I lay on his bed once again, now completely bare.
I didn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t. What Shane was doing was incredible. I was close to coming, which was rare for me. Until last night and Finch. In the past I’d had a guy go down on me, but it had never felt like this and I’d never come. As for Chad, he’d refused to do oral.
I grabbed Shane’s head, tangled my fingers in his hair. Pulled him closer, tugged him up, moved him where I wanted him. My thighs clenched around his ears and I was sure I was smothering him, but I didn’t care. I was going to come.
And then I felt the hot, wet suction of Finch’s mouth on my nipple. It was such a shock, a surprise that I clenched, then came on a scream.
In the moment I was surprised women liked to fuck just one guy. Two… holy shit, who knew? And we hadn’t actually had sex yet.
Shane didn’t stop. His tongue still circled my clit in some sort of imaginary alphabet he knew and my pussy loved. His finger continued to curl and rub over my G-spot. Finch switched to laving my other nipple, his hand cupping my breast. They didn’t let up at all. Shane, though, added a second finger to the mix, pressing the slick tip to my back entrance. It was a gentle brushing over the sensitive tissues, and I bucked off the bed.
I felt the vibrations of a small laugh against my pussy. “Never played with your ass, have you?”
I shook my head, my hands now falling to Finch’s shoulder and head. He felt bigger and different than Shane, reminding me that they were both here with me.
They might be two men who wanted me, but they were two different men. Unique in their own way. Yet both of them were attracted to me. Were eager to satisfy me. Whose dicks, stuck in their jeans, were hard for me.
“I like it. Don’t stop,” I ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” Shane said, continuing his play.
I’d just had one orgasm, and a second quickly followed. I had no idea my ass had nerves or something that made me so hot I felt myself getting wetter. A slight bit of pressure of his finger on my virgin ass and I came. There was too much going on. My mind couldn’t keep up. I let go. Gave over. Sank. Fell. Submerged. Reveled.
I bucked and writhed, called out their names and swore like a sailor. I tugged on Finch’s hair, dug my nails into hard muscle. I felt my pussy gush with arousal, ready for a cock next. My nipples were painfully hard, and Finch had been gentle with them.
My mouth was dry, my breathing ragged.
“I’m not going to make it,” I said finally.
Shane was kissing my inner thigh, Finch stroking his hand over my body as if he couldn’t stop touching me. “Oh?”
“You haven’t even gotten your dicks in me yet. I think they might kill me.”
I blinked my eyes open, looked up at Finch. Shane crawled up my body, my thighs still spread wide. They were gorgeous, generous and fun. And they were all mine. At least for right now.
Finch moved to stand beside the bed, took off his clothes. I lay there, replete and sated, and watched. He gripped his dick, huge and thick in his tight hold, and began to stroke it.
“Just think, sugar. What a way to go.”
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