“I’ve never known chess to make someone horny,” Cayde says with a laugh. “But then again, I’ve never played chess like this.”
I lose my next piece, too; my attention totally scrambled at this point. “Scoot back,” Dean instructs as Cayde swipes my knight off of the board. “Spread your legs and pull your knees back, so we can get a good look at your pussy for twenty seconds. Cayde, you can do whatever you want.”
My pulse quickens as I move to obey, my heart pounding in my chest. It feels hard to breathe, and I slowly spread my thighs apart, turning so that both boys have a clear view between my legs as I pull my knees back, feeling my folds spread open. I feel another trickle of desire there and hear Dean’s deep groan as he cups his balls, slowly stroking his cock.
Cayde’s hand is in his joggers, massaging his own erection. I feel another thrill of arousal that they can’t help but touch themselves, that they’re doing it tome, my naked body, my open pussy. I turn them on this much, and it feels like another victory, that they’re helpless to stop themselves.
I’m almost reluctant to close my legs when Dean gets to twenty. I notice that Cayde seems to have a hard time slipping his hand out of his joggers too. His erection is clearly visible against the fabric as he tries to turn his attention back to the board.
I manage to take his next piece. “Lose the joggers,” I tell him, glad to be back on the winning side again. Cayde smirks at me as he stands up, looking as if he’s having a hard time holding back a laugh, and I’m not entirely sure why.
When his joggers make their way down his hips, though, I understand.
He’s not wearing underwear. His cock slips out of the joggers, hard and impossibly thick, brushing the tight, rock-hard ridges of his abs as he steps out of his pants, sinking back down to the rug.
“Well, we’re all naked now,” he says conversationally, grinning at me. “Are we finishing this game?”
“Of course.” I manage. “I’m not a quitter, are you?”
“Never have been, never will be.” Cayde’s eyes meet mine across the board, and there’s a sudden weight in the air, as if we’re talking about something other than chess. As if there’s a deeper meaning to what we’ve just said.
The game moves quickly after that. Dean fires off instructions as piece after piece is taken, telling Cayde to touch himself, me to stroke my clit, Cayde to play with my nipples until I moan. I do my best to focus on the game, wanting to beat both of them, but in the end, I can’t quite outmatch Cayde, not as distracted as I am. He boxes me into a corner, tipping over my king and declaring, “Checkmate.”
I lick my lips, looking between the two boys as I reach for my clothes. “Well, it’s getting late, and—”
“Oh no, you don’t.” Cayde grins at me. “I won. I think I deserve a prize.”
I meet his gaze, feeling my breath catch in my throat. “Did you have something in mind?”
“I do.” His voice drops an octave, deep and hoarse. “Dean, I think it’s time we take the queen.”
Oh.My heart stutters in my chest again, my thighs wet with desire as my pussy throbs, and I know there’s absolutely no way I’m saying no to this. Dean stands up, walking towards me, muscles flexing and cock gorgeously hard. Cayde pushes the ottoman out of the way, leaving only the bare rug and the fireplace crackling next to us.
To my surprise, he leans forward and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms and almost into his lap as he smooths my hair away from my face. “The first prize I’m going to claim,” he says quietly, “is a kiss.”
When his lips come down on mine, it’s not harsh or punishing. It feels good, his mouth warm and full, and I feel Dean’s hands on my hips as he turns me in Cayde’s arms so that Cayde is nearly kissing me upside down, his hands in my hair, smoothing along my cheeks and jaw as his tongue slips into my mouth.
“Ever had two guys go down on you at once?” Dean asks. “Oh wait, of course, you haven’t. You hadn’t even been kissed before you came to us.” There’s amusement in his voice as he slides his hands up my calves, squeezing my knees. I’d never thought that particular touch could feel erotic. However, with my vision covered by Cayde’s face over mine, his lips still brushing over my mouth, Dean’s hands feel as intensely good as they would on my thighs instead of my knees.
Dean’s hand leaves for a moment, and then suddenly, as Cayde is still kissing me, I feel something hard and cool sliding over my nipple.
I’m not entirely sure what it is at first. The cool object is suddenly replaced by Dean’s mouth, his warm tongue sliding over my stiffening nipple, mimicking what Cayde’s tongue is doing in my mouth, until I squirm and whimper against Cayde’s lips, gasping softly. The cool object drags between my breasts, moving to my other nipple, and as I feel the hard shape against my skin, I realize what it is.
One of the chess pieces, a large one, the king or the queen. I feel the sharp tip pressing into my nipple, harder, and then harder still, until I moan, and the sharp prick of pain is quickly replaced by Dean’s soft hot tongue, and I know it’s the king.
Cayde’s mouth lifts from mine briefly, his hands going to my breasts as Dean drags the chess piece down my stomach, and I tilt my head back, moaning with pleasure. I start to turn my head, wanting to run my tongue along the length of his cock, but to my surprise, Cayde shakes his head, pushing my head back.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice faintly rough, and I gasp softly, arching my back as Dean leans down, running his tongue down the path along my stomach that the chess piece just trailed over.
Cayde slides me to one side, laying me back on the rug, and to my surprise, he leans over, swiping a pillow off of the couch and tucking it beneath my head. Dean’s mouth is on the flat of my belly, moving down to my hips as Cayde bends to run his tongue over one nipple. My thighs spread open of their own accord as his lips trail from one breast to the other, kissing and licking across my nipples as he cups one and then the other in his hands, squeezing and licking and biting at the stiff peaks.
Dean’s hand grips my hip, his teeth nipping at the crest of one hipbone, and I moan as he moves lower, kissing my inner thigh. The pleasure is already rising, my clit pulsing with the need to be touched, the ache between my legs intensifying as Cayde and Dean keep kissing me everywhere but there, where I feel as if I need it the most.
I feel Dean’s breath brush between my inner thighs, over my aching pussy, and it feels so good. So good to have them touch me like this, without demanding anything, only interested in my own pleasure. There’s no real pain either, just the pleasure of Cayde’s mouth on my breasts and Dean’s mouth on my thighs, moving higher, and when he runs a finger along the seam of my wet, swollen folds, I let out a gasp.
Cayde’s mouth moves lower, kissing between my breasts and then down further still, sliding over my stomach as Dean slips a finger between my folds, tracing them, not quite touching my clit. I feel breathless, wanting to beg for more, for him to touch me where I desperately need it, but I’m not quite there yet. My thighs splay wider, doing the begging without me having to say a word.
“Do you want more?” Dean asks, and I nod, breathing faster as his finger circles my entrance. “Does this pretty pussy need to be filled up?”