Jonah moves my panties down my legs, taking them all the way off, his hands gliding over my legs. Meanwhile, I’m stroking O’s hard on through his boxer briefs while he massages my boobs and tugs my nipples.
“O, on your back, get your pillow off of the bed,” Jonah orders while he hangs off the side of the bed and grabs something from the floor. I’m trying to see what it is, but all I’m getting is a half smirk and him shaking his head.
“Straddle him,” he orders me.
I look at O, who’s still in his underwear, and I’m trying to figure out where this is going. “Shouldn’t he get undressed first?”
An evil grin spreads over his face. “No, straddle him higher.”
For a second I can’t figure out why I’m going to straddle him on his chest, but then it clicks what he means.
“You want me to sit on his face?” A year ago I would be so ashamed by the idea of it alone, but right now, all it does is get me incredibly aroused. Looking down at O, I cock my head, asking him without words if he’s alright with this. He just beckons me to come over. So I put my legs on either side of his body and scoot over till I’m above his shoulders.
“Just, uh, tap out or something if you can’t breathe,” I tell him as my cheeks heat.
O laughs and then pulls me forward by the back of my legs until I’m hovering above his face. I still keep myself off of him, because sitting on someone’s face is weird, right? What if I crush his face? Smother him? I don’t want to do that. My hesitance must be showing, because O leans towards me and licks through my folds with the tip of his tongue.
Two heavy hands land on my shoulders, pushing me down. “I said to straddle him, that involves sitting down.”
As soon as I sit down, O dives into me. Not that he has much of a choice in it, but he isn’t tapping out as well. In the back of my mind I try to make myself see if he’s even able to tap out like this, but I get a little distracted by his wicked mouth as he works me up. He licks, he nips, he sucks, and I’m losing all my inhibitions as I let gravity do its work.
“Hands,” Jonah says as I feel his hands wrap around my wrists and he brings my hands together behind my back. I look over my shoulder, to see him wrap the tie he had on in court that day around my wrists to tie them together.
When O sucks hard, my attention gets pulled back to him. I almost fall forward but I don’t have the use of my hands to keep myself up. Before I topple over, Jonah’s warm hands pull around me and keep me upright.
Soft moans leave my mouth when O works his magic on me, and with each lick Iet myself sink down more, not holding myself up with my legs. When my hair gets pulled together in a hand, and Jonah starts wrapping a hair band around it so it ends up in a loose knot on my head, I get pulled from the moment a little.
Jonah moves over O’s body, sitting on his knees and pushing his front to my back. The sound of a lid opening up fills the room, and I expect lube to come into play anytime soon. I’m very up for that. But when two warm, slippery hands grab my boobs and a sensual fragrance fills the room, I figure this must be something else. There’s no need to lube on my boobs, right? When I glance down, I see that his hands are gleaming. Massage oil, I guess? Feels good though. Everything feels good. Like, really good. And the more I relax the more I stop caring about killing O by lack of oxygen. Or maybe drowning him in my arousal.
Jonah starts spreading the massage oil over my whole body, my front, my back, until everything is slippery. It’s the opposite of friction, and still feels amazing. There probably isn’t much that wouldn’t feel good, as long as it’s with these guys.
Meanwhile, O is delivering some of his best work. He licks like his life depends on it and hits all the right spots. Jonah wraps a hand around my throat, tilting my head back so that it’s resting on his shoulder. With his free hand, he massages my breast up until the point it’s almost hurting, making me gasp for air.
I’m stuck, I can’t use my hands, I’m relying on Jonah to stay upright and while I could in theory lift myself off of O’s face, that is just mentally impossible. My leg starts shaking when I feel the start of an orgasm coming on. Jonah kisses the soft spot beneath my ear and I’m in heaven.
O firmly massages my ass as he sucks my clit, making me start riding his face and before I know it, he makes me topple over the edge. The sounds that leave my mouth are sinful, and when Jonah starts growling next to my ear I just lose it. I never knew I was so turned on by everything audible, but I am. I could listen to him make noises all day. My muscles keep contracting, and I can’t stop shaking.
When I finally seem to start to relax again, Jonah wraps an arm around my stomach and helps me off of O. He’s grinning at me with a huge smile and a gleaming face. Fuck, did I really just sit on his face? Going on the smugness of his face, he didn’t seem to mind much.
My hands are still tied behind my back, making me absolutely useless as Jonah lies me down on the bed next to O. He maneuvers me on my side again, so that I’m facing Jonah.
“You didn’t think we’re done yet, right?”
“Was hoping you were not,” I pant, still catching my breath looking in his green eyes that give me a heated look.
“So, how about we try something new?” he asks me when he scrapes his teeth over my bottom lip and then sucks it into his mouth.
“Mmm,” is all I can answer. As he lets go, I manage to add, “All I seem to be doing nowadays is try new stuff.”
O laughs.”Must be such a hardship for you.”
“Wasn’t complaining, just stating facts.”
“Well, whether it’s new for you or not, this is definitely a first for me.”
“First threesome?”
“First threesome with two guys. Have done a lot of stuff with Jonah, but can honestly say this is the first time we’ve been in the same room while having sex.”