Hazel
The next thing I know, we’re in my bedroom. Dylan and Andrew are both sitting on the edge of my bed, watching as I slowly strip off my top. Their eyes grow wide with their sexy smiles.
“Your turn.”
I’m trying to keep my voice coy, but it’s hard when the two men are so damn sexy. I can only imagine how hungry I look as Dylan slowly unzips his pants and pulls out his thick, hard cock.
“Andrew?”
I pull my skirt down to my ankles, revealing my little black lace thong before I drop to my knees in front of them. They’re both glistening and twitching, anticipating my hot mouth on them.
“Who should get my mouth first?”
I have to bite my lip from letting the giggles escape. They both look like they’re ready to shout,‘Me! Me! I should go first!’
“Dylan,” I moan. “You know, since you got your pants off first.”
I wink at Andrew, as my lips meet Dylan, taking his head in my mouth while my hands work at Andrew. Dylan tips his head back and groans to the ceiling while my eyes burn into Andrew’s.
He’s watching me. Andrew’s strong jaw twitches. His sandy blonde hair is in sexy disarray. Why is it so hot that he can’t take his eyes off me?
I can’t take my eyes off of him either.
I work my hand on Andrew at the same pace that my mouth works on Dylan. His taste encompasses my tongue as my mouth bobs, rhythmically. Slowly. Teasingly. Just when I quicken my pace, I remove him from my mouth with a pop and move to Andrew.
Andrew tastes so different, yet so similar. Their skin is soft and raw and sensitive. I let my mouth fill up with thick, hot saliva, coating him. I bob my head on him as I continue using my hand on Dylan.
Their perfect chests rise and fall quickly. I don’t want them to get too close, so I pause to stand in front of them. They’re both giving me desperate, confused looks.
“Why don’t you two ever kiss or touch each other?”
“Umm, because we’re not gay?”
The response is instant, and I roll my eyes. I knew they’d get defensive before they even thought about it.
“I’m not saying that. I’m saying, we’re in a threesome right now and it’s not a big deal if you two enjoyed it with each other. Besides, it would be so fucking hot. If you really want to keep going, then show me you want to.”
Dylan’s eyes dart to Andrews. They look a little uneasy, but they’re both red-hot and neither of them are denying the other. My heart thumps harder, watching their jaws angle toward each other, and they finally kiss.
The kiss is light and quick. It’s a little more than a peck, but it’s the corkscrew pulled out of the bottle. Their lips crash together this time. The kiss is deep and new, and I can tell they’re enjoying the taste of one another.
They’re not thinking, they’re just feeling. I peel off my thong and return to my knees in front of them, stroking them together. The faster my pace moves on them, the quicker their lips move on each other.
Dylan's hands are wrapped around Andrew's face, pulling him deeper and deeper as Andrew's fingers tangle in Dylan’s dark hair.
“You two are so damn sexy.”
Andrew’s fingers reach toward mine, and he replaces my hand with his…on Dylan.
Dylan growls into their heated kiss and mirrors Andrew’s action, moving to stroke the sandy blonde. Their tongues twist with every part of their lips. It’s so hot, I can feel the humidity rising as I crawl into bed.
Andrew pushes Dylan so that he’s lying flat on his back, while he moves to his knees in front of him. Dylan looks at me with a dirty smile and waves me towards him. I move, slowly, on my knees as he yanks me onto his face
I gasp as he connects his tongue with me while I hover above him, getting a perfect view of Andrew’s lips bobbing up and down on Dylan’s cock.
“Oh my God,” I cry.
I’ve never had a man underneath me like this before but the angle…