6
Rough or Sweet?
I heldmy arms up as Trent peeled off my top and bra, his eyes widening as he took in my naked upper body. “You’re a work of art. These tattoos are incredible,” he breathed, his right hand cupping my breast again, his thumb rubbing over my nipple.
I gasped as tingles shot down my spine.
“You should see back here,” Ivan said, his hands tracing the tattoo patterns on my back. “How many hours did this take?”
“Forty, fifty maybe?” I answered, whimpering as Trent captured my nipple with his mouth.
My head lolled back, and I moaned, the hot pleasure of his lips and tongue magnified moments later as Ivan’s lips descended on my neck and ear.
He tugged at my stud earring. “Do you like it rough or sweet?” he growled.
Something pressed against my ass. It was Ivan of course, his hard, powerful bulge telling me exactly what he wanted.
“How about both?” I said, barely above a whisper.
Trent switched breasts and brought his hands to the snap of my jeans. While we couldn’t remove them all the way because of my boots, it was okay. All I needed was for my skin to be exposed, to make my body available to these two studs who were intent on teasing, pleasing, and if all went according to my wishes, flat out fucking me.
I reached for Trent, kissing and cupping his cock through his jeans as Ivan’s hand reached around to the juncture of my thighs. His strong hand was surprisingly gentle, work roughened as it was, deliciously abrasive against my delicate tissues, even though I was still wearing my thin, lace panties. But it was when he stroked my lips harder that my knees threatened to collapse. That’s how good it was.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growled.
At the same time, I marveled at the size of Trent’s cock pressed against my leg. I ground against Ivan’s hand in a silent way to beg for more.
“You want to touch me?” I asked.
“I want to fuck you,” Trent said, unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans.
Without hesitation, my hand dove down the front of his pants, and I was more than happy with what I found. He was everything I’d felt through his jeans, long and thick and velvety, with a huge, blunt tip in perfect proportion to his hulking body. I stroked the length of him, trying to measure his length and girth before giving up and just labeling him ‘big.’
“How about me, baby?” Ivan growled in my ear.
While still stroking Trent, I turned to kiss Ivan, his beard lightly scratching my face.
“Get down on your knees,” Trent said, and I obeyed, dropping to the soft forest dirt quickly as Ivan undid his jeans. He wasn’t wearing a belt, and when his cock emerged, my mouth watered. He was big like Trent, perfectly shaped with flawless skin covering his shaft. All I wanted to do was wrap my lips around him and feel him on my tongue.
I reached, eager to take him in my mouth, but before I could get my first taste, Trent guided me down.
“There we go,” he said.
Ivan got to his knees as well, positioning his hips at just the right height for me. A moment later, Trent’s fingers brushed my pussy lips, and I moaned, stroking Ivan as Trent pulled my panties to the side and slid two fingers into me. It had been so long since I’d had a man touch me, I had to gasp from the fullness.
But I was also wet, which made it easier, and after a moment, he was able to pump me with his hand. Meanwhile, I licked Ivan from root to tip. He reached forward, brushing my hair out of my face as he watched me taste his cock.
“Your lips… are so red. You’re so beautiful,” he rasped.
I sucked him, savoring his masculine, salty taste and teasing the head of his cock.
I was in heaven. Kneeling on a soft bed of pine needles in a soft breeze in the sunshine. Who knew the outdoors could be so damn sexy?
“Fuck, Trent… that’s so good,” I moaned, pushing back against his fingers.
“It’ll get better,” he promised.
I could hear my sopping pussy get finger fucked, and when Ivan scooted closer, his hand in my hair and pulling me to him, I couldn’t do anything but swallow every inch that he fed me. I was being nailed in both ends.