“Boys!?” said Grayson in mock outrage. “Who you calling a boy?”
I set my hand on the back of his head and pulled him to me. “You,” I said. “I’m calling you ‘boy’.”
I meant just to give him a playful peck on the cheek. But as I brought his face to mine, somewhere along that journey, my ambitions changed—no doubt aided by the cold water against my bare skin. I met his mouth with mine and closed my eyes.
I leaned into the embrace. As I did so, my balance faltered. I made no attempt to catch myself. I surrendered my body. Immersed in water, a hunky cowboy on either side of me, let my body fall where it may, I thought.
In relinquishing my body, I relinquished all ownership of it; any claim I’d had on it was forfeit.
I didn’t fall. and it wasn’t the water that claimed my body; it was Grayson and Samuel, both at the same time.
Their hands were on me, kneading my flesh, making it conform to their grip. I teetered, rocking my head from side to side, eyes closed lips searching for a mouth to kiss, sometimes falling, instead, on the hard muscle of Samuel’s flexed arm, or the quivering skin of Grayson’s young body.
My hands searched the water around me, finding, first, Grayson’s stiff cock. I gasped at the discovery of its girth. Greedily, I searched for Samuel. “Samuel,” I called out, begging. “Where are you?” I dared not open my eyes, for I wanted the discovery to be purely tactile.
“I’m here,” he said. His voice, low and commanding, fell on my neck, caressing it with hot breath in anticipation of Samuel’s lips which would follow quickly thereafter.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him against me. His cock pressed against my hip. And again, I gasped, this time at the surprising length of it.
His mouth nipped at my neck and chest then continued down to knead my heaving breasts, flicking my hard nipples with his tongue. A hand, it might have been his or Grayson’s, ran firmly down my back, another ran up the inside of my leg finding my crotch and letting two stiff fingers glide over my snatch.
I bucked and writhed. “Inside,” I murmured, but my command went unheeded.
Grayson kissed me, taking my lower lip in his teeth as if he wanted to devour me. He pulled away, gasped for air then returned hungrier and more insistence still. His hand caressing the small of my back matched the intensity of his tongue inside me.
Samuel’s fingers returned to explore my snatch. He slipped in the tip then pulled out.
Denied, I was overcome with anger and greed. I tried to grab him, but his chest was slick and hard as rock; my hand found no purchase, but I dug my fingers into him and clawed.
He understood, or he wanted payback, because he pulled my legs apart and slipped two fingers inside me and worked them in and out in rhythm to my gyrating hips.
I stroked Grayson’s thick cock, imagining how it would feel inside me.
“You’re huge,” I uttered. “I couldn’t possibly take all of this.”
In a breath, Grayson was behind me. He seized me by the shoulders and slammed me against him, his thick throbbing cock pressed against my ass. “Because you think I’m going to give you a choice?” he said. There was no Cherubim quality to his voice. It had all the lust and greed of a demon.
“Wait,” I said. I didn’t know why I’d said it or what I needed him to wait for. It was the last vestige of my fear, of my pudeur, and it escaped my lips in a meek breath that was quickly blown away by the wind.
Samuel stood in front of me, so tall his cock poked at my ribs. I felt his knees against my legs as he lowered himself, the tip of his cock running down my belly button past my hips and to my snatch.
He took my head in his hands, a strong hold on either side of my jaw. He kissed me lightly on my eyelid. “Open your eyes,” he said.
Without thinking, I complied. “I don’t want to see; I want to feel,” I said.
He ran a finger over my eyelids, closing them, and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “I just needed to see that you’re okay,” he said. “That you’re in control.”
But I wasn’t in control. And that’s exactly the way I wanted it.
I opened my mouth to say something to that effect, but as I did so, Grayson entered me. Instead of words, a cry escaped my lips. I put my mouth to Samuel’s neck to muffle the moans I was sure were coming.
Grayson pulled out, and I felt suddenly empty and deprived. The sensation lasted a split second, no more. As soon as he’d left me, Samuel thrust his long stiff shaft into me.