Perfectly elegant, easier than I ever would’ve thought, I am giving simultaneous hand jobs to two perfect, handsome, goddamn American heroes.
It’s a dream come true.
Rolling my wrists, it’s easy to get them both on the same rhythm. I keep the motion long and smooth, focusing on the sensitive tips. Cass cups my breast against his palm, plucking my nipple gently. That only makes me hotter and I find myself grinding my hips, closing my eyes to get the full image in my mind’s eye.
This is better than anything I could’ve imagined on my own. They move with me, thrusting gently against my hands, so big I can barely close my fingers around them. Will reaches down and cups my pussy in his strong, talented fingers, slipping a finger into the wet channel, making me moan out loud.
“Yeah,” he groans as he thrusts harder.
“Yeah,” Cass echoes, thrusting harder as well.
Pushing against my heels, I lift my hips to get more pressure on my clit as I pump both their meaty cocks in my hands. They curl around me, dripping streams of pre-cum onto my belly. The liquid slips between my fingers, lubing them up for the final thrusts before they both come, spraying identical loads of cum across my belly, roaring identical calls of lust into my ears.
Again I am pinned beneath them when they lunge, clenching as the final spurts erupt from the shining heads, then fall across me breathlessly.
It’s an amazing amount of weight, but I don’t mind. I kind of love it. I could be buried like this.
So much to think about, so many sensations jumble in my mind all at once. I try to sort them out, but then give up completely and let sleep wash over me like a warm wave.
Chapter 12
Will
I don’t think I have slept in this long since I was about thirteen years old. It has to be… what… nine a.m.? That is insane.
But gradually, the dream slips away and I let reality creep in around the edges of the fog in my mind. Just a little bit at a time. Baby steps.
When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is wave after wave of tangled blonde hair. The strands tumble over each other like they are racing to a goal. Right after that, I smell her. Us. All of us…
Yeah. That was not a dream.
Carefully untangling my arms and legs from everybody else’s, I roll out of bed, landing silently on the floor and heading for the kitchen. Some good, strong coffee is what I need now. Preferably a gallon or so.
With the coffee pot bubbling, I look around for something to do. Something to clean. Something to organize. But our small townhouse is already clean and organized. That’s just how we are.
That is how we have always been. Raised in Fort Bragg, then immediately to college, then right back into the service. We have the habits and training of uncluttered thoughts. Uncluttered lives. Mission-focused brains.
Well, maybe Cass has a rebellious streak. A little bit, here and there. After all, he did take me on an unexpected detour last night, didn’t he?
Speaking of Cass, here he comes. Wearing cotton boxer briefs and a smug expression, he walks up and jerks his chin toward the coffee pot.
“I will take a cup when it’s ready,” he announces as he yawns and flexes against the countertop.
Black and strong, the coffee is almost too hot to drink, but I need it. We stand there in silence for a few minutes, reenergizing.
“Well?” I finally say.
He takes another swig, then holds his mug out for a refill.
“Well, what?”
“Are we going to talk about this?”
He takes back his mug and squints at me with a sideways smile. “Which part did you want to talk about?”
Fair question.
“Okay. Let’s start with what are we going to do with her? Keep her here?”