Wyatt joins us on the bed, now naked as well, and kneels beside us, his cock a heavy brand against my hip as I turn my head to kiss him.
“We’re going to lick you all over,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Make you squirm before we fuck you between us like the little rag doll you want to be.”
God, I love it when they’re bigger than me, all over me, making me feel helpless and small. And utterly adored.
Heath kisses the inside of my thigh. “All over,” he repeats. “Lie down.”
“What?” I shriek as he lifts my hips. Wyatt catches me and stretches me out, so my back is on Heath’s torso, my head resting against his lower belly.
Almost close enough I could twist my head and kiss his erection, but not quite.
“Our little Emily,” Wyatt croons, squeezing my tits. “Relax.”
Relax? “Why—”
Oh.
Heath’s tongue traces the edge of one of my butt cheeks, then slides into the crease.
Oh!
I tremble as he explores my most private flesh, where they’ve been touching me more and more.
And when his tongue circles my back entrance, lighting up the nerves there, I cry out. Everything tightens up, but he just keeps licking and the tension quickly morphs to a wonderful, arousing heat.
Around and around he goes, groaning as his tongue preps me for what will come next.
My pussy pulses at the unexpected sensations.
Wyatt looms over me, his attention darting from my face to between my legs and back again. “She fucking likes it, Heath. Her little pussy is fluttering.” Then, as if to himself, “Gotta taste that.”
He bends over, and then there are two heads between my legs, Heath licking my ass and Wyatt eating my pussy with an enthusiasm that takes my breath away. I writhe between them, aching for release, but needing them inside me first, too.
As if they know that, they don’t intensify their licks. They’re not going to make me come like this, just drive me almost out of my mind and get me so strung out, I’ll be begging for both of their cocks anywhere and everywhere.
I have truly genius boyfriends.
Did they plan this? The thought of them talking casually on a work site about how they want to lick every inch of me at the same time makes me flush even hotter. My nipples are tight, my breasts swollen, and I need…
“Hear that?” Wyatt asks, lifting his mouth for a second. “She’s begging for it.”
Was I?
“I need you, I need you…” Oh, yes, I was.
I’m shaking as they rearrange me, turning me so I’m facing Heath. His cock breaches my pussy in a demanding thrust, his gaze wild and on edge.
Good, it’s not just me. He pulses inside me, barely moving, but primed to resume thrusting any second, as Wyatt shifts around to get behind me.
The next thing I feel is a lube-covered finger circling my hole.
“Heath got you all warmed up, didn’t he?” Wyatt murmurs in my ear as he covers my back. “You’re taking this so well.”
It burns, just like it did yesterday and the day before, but that softens immediately. He gives me another finger, more lube, and then his cock is there.
It’s Heath who murmurs for me to relax this time. He cradles me to his chest, petting my hair, and telling me I’m a very good girl as Wyatt works his thick tip past both sphincters.
I cry out once he’s inside, because I know it’s not all of him, but it feels so full already.