“You can suck my dick, sweetheart, but I’m coming in that pussy.”
Ashe didn’t delay, but dropped his boxer briefs so I had two cocks before me. I’d seen them before, felt them, but hadn’t had a chance to look this closely. They were both big. Thick. Long. Curved so they reached toward their navel. Heavy balls hung below, large in their virility and need for me. But they were different, too. The hair at the base was different color, the flesh on Sam’s was a ruddy red, Ashe a touch pinker. Sam’s crown was flared, Ashe’s not as blunt.
My mouth watered, ready to do a taste test.
I licked up that pearly drop from Sam’s tip, the salty essence of it bursting on my tongue. Turning, I gripped Ashe with my other hand, tasted him, too. Muskier.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Sam murmured. “Look at you.”
I swirled Ashe’s flared head like an ice cream cone, then took the tip into my mouth, sucked on it. Just that part of him made my mouth open wide, my lips stretch.
Ashe groaned, then hissed, then he stepped back, gripping it himself. I watched as he pumped once, then came, his cum spurting out thickly, landing on my chest and belly, marking my sky blue longline bra.
Seeing him come, to watch the pleasure on his face, the hard look of almost agony as his balls emptied, was so fucking hot.
I shifted, my pussy aching. There was so much cum, it was obvious he’d been saving it for me.
On a rough breath, he grinned. “Shit, sweetheart, you’ve ruined me. And your pretty bra.”
“If it made you come like that, I’d say the bra did its job.”
His cheeks were flushed, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of just coming or because he was embarrassed. I stood, reached up and cupped his jaw, felt his dick, still hard, pressing against my belly. “You still want me or are you done?”
His eyes narrowed, heated at my blatant dare. “Done? Sweetheart, with that load blown, I can fuck you all night.” He stroked my hair back from my face. “Tell me, have you ever had a guy take your ass?”
I squirmed at the thought of it. “No, but…I’d like to try.”
Ashe’s fingers tightened in my hair at my response, then he kissed me.
Sam came to stand behind me, felt the heat from him as he put his hands on my shoulders.
Ashe pulled back, caught his breath.
“Are you on birth control, Natalie?” he asked, moving his right hand down to my arm so he could kiss the spot where my neck met my shoulder.
“Yes, the pill.”
“Good,” Sam added. “Since you’re not fucking anyone else ever again, I think it’s time we take you bare, don’t you?”
Not fucking anyone else? That meant…he really meant…right then and there, between the two of them, safe and protected, I felt…loved.
I bit my lip, then grinned, went up on tiptoe and kissed Ashe. His cum had cooled and I felt it smear on his bare chest, but didn’t care.
“I’ve never done that, always used condoms, but yes. God, yes.”
Ashe smiled, very pleased.
“I’m the one who suggested it, sweetheart,” Sam murmured. “Why does he get all the attention?”
Ashe arched a brow and I turned around, faced Sam.
“That’s right. I was on my knees but you never got any attention, did you? Poor baby.”
I stroked my hand over his hair, let my fingers tangle at the nape.
He wrapped his arms around me, lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. Tossed me onto the bed where I bounced, then laughed. “Spread those legs, sweetheart. Let’s see that pussy. I want to see where my dick is going…bare, as soon as I know you’re ready.”