He tilted my chin up, feathering kisses down my neck. A moment later, I felt my toes lift off the floor, Dex’s wide hands cupping my backside. He pressed himself into me, showing me exactly what was waiting. His package was rock hard, straining to break free of his trousers. I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to do whatever was necessary.
He eased us down onto the bed inch by sumptuous inch. I felt the soft give of the mattress beneath my back a second before he relaxed his grip. His hands broke free, his weight bearing down on me. I was treated to a PG-13 version of our affair, stretched out beneath him, most of our clothes still on.
His lips found mine again, and I wondered what Connor was doing. I didn’t want to open my eyes to see. It was all Dex at the moment, and that was enough. I dug my fingers underneath the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
In the moment that he reared back to help me remove it, I took a look around, searching for my other friend. He was there at the bedside, watching with interest. I wondered if he would stay that way, if he was interested in voyeurism, or if he would join us eventually. I didn’t have time to pursue that train of thought because Dex was waiting for me.
He smoothed the hair from my face, kissing me once. It was sweet and simple, an acknowledgement of his affection. Then he moved on to my neck, licking slow, wet circles down my skin.
I moaned and stretched, sliding my hands across his bare shoulders. They were stacked, the muscle beneath a living wall of masculinity. Dex continued lower, kissing my collar bone, then down my chest to where my breasts began. He paused only long enough to unlatch my bra. I had to wiggle to give him access.
The moment he removed the impediment and set his sights on my breasts, Connor swooped in for the kill. I felt, rather than saw, him sit down behind me. I twisted my neck, searching for his presence. He propped himself up on one elbow, turning my face gently toward his.
When Connor kissed me, I felt Dex suck one nipple between his lips. It was almost too much. I felt split down the middle. One lover was coming at me from above, one from below. Connor’s lips were soft as always, a silky-smooth reminder of his talent. Dex’s lips were insistent, burning with desire. I arched my back, giving in to both of them.
Connor smoothed the hair from my face with one hand. I could feel him tuck a few strands behind my ear, and for some reason, that was incredibly erotic. Dex flicked his tongue over the tip of one nipple, back and forth like a cat lapping up milk. He placed a hand over the other breast to keep it warm, using his thumb in much the same manner.
Electricity shot through my chest, sparked from my lips, and filled my soul. This was it, I was really going to do this. Dex abandoned my chest, kissing his way down to my navel. As soon as his hands were gone, they were replaced by Connor’s.
Connor’s touch was deliberate. He knew what he was doing to me, and he was determined to draw it out. It was like torture under his caress, a gentle grind that grew ever more insistent. He turned my head toward the wall so he could attach himself to my ear. Licking the cartilage, he paused to blow cold air across my skin.
I shivered, feeling the dual sensations of Connor’s hand on my breast and Dex’s tongue on my stomach. Connor continued to play with my ear, sucking the lobe deep within his mouth. He bit gently, causing ripples of sensation to wash down between my thighs. I felt myself drifting out of my body, the pleasure overwhelming.
Connor’s thumb traced the path that Dex’s tongue had taken, forward and back, like a the ticking of a clock. With each stroke, a desperate yearning grew stronger. He was going to tease me into oblivion, destroy me with his patient seduction.
I felt Dex’s hand on the waistband of my skirt. He fit four fingers underneath, dragging the garment down my legs. Removing my shoes and my socks, he returned to finish the job. Taking hold of my underwear, he relieved me of the last barrier that I had between us.
I wanted to move, but I was held in place by two bodies more powerful than my own. They were each detailing a part of me, their hands and their tongues making short work of my defenses. I wanted to give them back the same level of attention they were showering on me, but there was no time.
They were setting the pace. They were worshiping me, and I let them. I was the blank canvas they were painting their love across, and there was nothing I could do but accept their attention.
Dex ran his hands up my thighs, settling them on my hips. He pressed me down into the mattress, applying pressure at the center of my being. I gasped, causing Connor to come back and reconnect with my mouth. His lips closed over mine, claiming my breath and my heartbeat as his own.
His thumb continued its slow circles around my nipple, playing my body like a flute. I felt a luxurious heat as Dex settled between my legs. He kissed my mound, turning my insides into jelly. Two thumbs eased their way between my outer sex, stroking my lower lips up and down. He didn’t touch my clit, and he didn’t pierce my opening, just rubbing the walls surrounding my core as if preparing a loaf of bread for baking.
I drew my legs apart, desperate for relief. I felt like I was taking a long walk up an insane mountain path, every step bringing me closer to the sky. Connor left my lips and attached himself to my chest, lighting my body on fire with circular strokes of his tongue. He hooked one hand around my chin, tilting my head up, depriving me of sight. I pressed my eyes closed, feeling the gentle petting across my throat. It got increasingly demanding the further down my body they went. Connor’s fingers were feather soft, but his lips were passionate. At my core, Dex’s thumbs pressed up and inward, demanding all my attention.
I reared up, caught halfway to glory. They held me down with kisses and tender movements, continuing their game of delightful torture. Dex dug his thumbs in as deep as they would go, pressing his palms to my pelvic bone. I was consumed from within, so close to the edge of reason I couldn’t stand it.
One more thrust and I felt myself falling over the edge into a sea of relief. But with that relief did not come cessation. Dex didn’t stop. He didn’t pause in his activities, doubling down by bringing his tongue to my clit.
My inner walls were throbbing, crying out with pleasure. Fireworks had just gone off in my brain, but I knew I wasn’t anywhere close to finishing. Neither man was undressed. This was still foreplay as far as they were concerned.
I rode the waves of satisfaction, settling in for the long haul. Dex pressed into my hot place, his rhythm enchanting. His tongue circled my little nub, coaxing me upward toward the peak again.
Connor licked my breast clean, rising up on the mattress to pull his shirt off. I saw him briefly through slitted eyes, all my attention drawn to my crotch. I could feel my heartbeat rise again, never given a rest, still screaming from the last orgasm.
Connor sensed the urgency, pulling his pants down and casting them away. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, fully naked and cupping his privates, “Would you like to suck on my dick?”
I nodded happily. It was exactly what I wanted, to give back to them the way they were giving to me. He straightened, allowing me access to his wand. I held it in my hand, stroking the length as Dex pushed in and out of my canal.
I was desperate to be fucked, to fuck them in return. I needed to feel the hard thrust of a cock within me. Bringing Connor to my lips, I tasted his body, circling his helmet the way he had toyed with my breast.
Connor held his position above me, reaching over to place a hand on the bed frame. He didn’t want to crush me, wanted to give me the freedom to pleasure him as I pleased. I used my core muscles, the same ones that were still weak from Dex’s actions, and brought myself up to swallow Connor whole.
The tip of his cock extended all the way to the back of my throat. It was like ecstasy, holding him there as far as he would go. I heard a grateful inhale from high above me, proof that I had touched him as deeply as he was touching me.
Connor put one hand behind my head, holding me firm, while the other hand rested on the bed frame to maintain his balance. Dex shifted from lazy circles to hard drags of his tongue across my pleasure button. I wanted to cry out, but my mouth was full.