His chest rumbles as he groans lightly, his fingers finding the hem of my blouse and pulling it out from inside my skirt. Yes. This is what I want. I want to feel his fingers on my skin. I want him to breach the envelope of security that has always separated us.
I’m thirsty for him, practically starving. His kisses taste like food, like they satisfy a deep hunger in my soul. I could kiss him like this for hours, I know.
And though I want to be even closer to him, it is truly delicious how I tremble in his hands, how he boils beneath me. We are suspended in this geometry of want and longing, this perfect moment where we both know what’s going to happen, and we both have silently agreed to wait just a little bit longer.
Then, I feel it. I knew this would happen. I knew there would be more. As I dive headlong into the warm ocean of Chance’s personal space, I feel another set of hands on my thighs. Lips on the back of my neck. A warm, comforting weight enveloping me from behind.
Jack bites softly on the back of my neck as his fingers slide my skirt up my thighs, his hands both inquisitive and directing, moving me slightly. As Chance’s palms drift up my rib cage, Jack’s hands squeeze my thighs, rising higher and higher. It takes a little bit of concentration for me to process all the sensations at once, but I can do it. As long as my mouth is attached to Chance’s mouth, I can simply float on the swells of desire that rock back and forth through me. I know I will be safe. I know they will catch me.
“That’s it, Chelsea,” Jack whispers from behind me, lifting my hips slightly so he could slide his fingers against my sex, feeling me outside my panties. I know he can feel that I am wet and wanting, but he teases me, drumming up a delicious volcano of passion in my body, teasing me into insanity.
Chance holds me closer. His fingers pluck at my nipples, drawing the sensitive nubs into hard, tender points. At the same time, Jack’s touch becomes more invasive, and he slides a single finger underneath the fabric of my panties, brushing against my skin, making me shudder and moan.
I want it so bad, I almost want to ask for it. But I know it will happen anyway. I just have to wait, and I try to satisfy myself by drinking Chance in deeper. Feasting on his wonderful taste, forcing myself to open up, to trust them, to let my body be invaded and explored.
The first moment that Jack touches my clit, I almost explode. I’m on fire. But he just teases me, swirling around my pearl over and over again, moaning as he feels how warm and wet I already am. I can’t help but wriggle, blindly seeking more of that. I need it.
“Yeah, just like that,” he breathes against the back of my neck, shifting again. I feel his hand slide underneath me so that he can hold me up with his forearm while his other hand invades my pussy from behind. At the same time, Chance pinches my nipples just a little bit harder, making sure that I am still locked in place on his lap.
“I’m going to make you come, Chelsea,” Jack groans, and his fingers finally strum against my clit, sliding back and forth over and over again, plucking me like a harp string.
Pleasure blasts through my cells, ricocheting through me back and forth, obliterating conscious thought until I am just explosion after explosion. I’m heaving against Chance while I suck at his tongue, his lips, moaning and coming, riding this ecstasy for an impossibly long time.
It goes on and on, tilting through me like an electrical storm. When he finally subsides, I practically hear it sizzling, not wanting to die off, and I almost wonder if I could just live like this forever.
But it is not quite enough.
I slide from Chance’s lap, pulling Jack behind me. As I finally break the kiss, I meet Jack’s eyes. He’s wondering something. I can tell he’s wondering if it’s all all right. Just to show them that it is, I let my hands find their hard, throbbing cocks in their pants. We all huddle together, their bodies facing mine, my hands seeking the hard, hot rods I have always wondered about.
“Yes,” I sigh as my fingers close around matching, thick, velvety shafts.
Jack moans and bites my lower lip, replacing Chance’s kiss with his own. Chance covers my hand with his, guiding me, instructing me as he thrusts gently at first. I feel like this is such a gesture of trust, to show me what he wants, how he likes it. I want to learn. I want to know everything. All the secrets that I never dared to ask before.
“Now I want to make you come,” I whisper into Jack’s mouth as I stroke his rod-straight hard-on.
In just moments, we all work together, their bodies thrusting against my hands, my mouth slipping hungrily against Jack’s. It feels so natural to jerk them both off at the same time, and I am vividly aware of the changes. I can feel their balls throbbing, churning that creamy white fluid, getting ready to deliver it to me.
“Yeah... fuck,” I groan, wishing I had another hand to bury in my own slit again.
This is turning me on so hard, I feel like I could come just thinking about it. I can’t wait, desperately wanting to see what happens.
I know it’s coming. I can hear it in their twin groans as they both arch their backs and I shift downward, angling my bare belly underneath their cocks. Sliding my thumbs against the slippery heads of their matching purple knobs, I stare, transfixed, waiting for it.
And here it comes, teasing at first with a simple, pearly emission that retreats almost immediately, but I just keep jerking harder and faster until the first globs shoot out. Their streams cross, jizz melding in a soup that quickly fills my belly, sliding off the sides of my waist, spattering my panties and thighs.
“Fuck! Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh!” Jack groans.
“Guhhhhhh haaagghhhhhhh!” Chance roars as they both buck and thrust until completely spent, then fall next to me, panting as they curl around me, shuddering with the last throes of orgasm.
For a long time we don’t say anything. Their cum turns to liquid and drips off me, but I don’t mind. I like it. I feel baptized.
/> I knew this would happen one day. I just didn’t know when. Or did I, really? Maybe I just wanted it. Or maybe I was just curious.
But I knew. It had to happen one day. These are the men who set the standard for all men after. I’ve never met anyone like Chance and Jack.
Even though I never dared to really think about this explicitly, it was there somewhere. It was in my heart, if not in my head. This is the most natural thing in the world. This is where I always would’ve ended up, one way or another.
Chapter 9