“Maybe we should move to the bedroom?” I suggest.
My voice comes out not much more than a croak. My mouth is dry, my heart pounding. I can’t believe what I’m seeing, what I’m about to do. The guys both turn to look at me, then Joel reaches out a hand. I take it, and he leads us all up to our room.
He closes the door behind us, then turns to the two of us. “I think maybe it’s your turn,” he murmurs.
I look at Stephen. My heart’s pounding and I’m totally frozen. I can’t move. My nerves have taken over. Stephen looks down at me, then strides closer and cups my cheek in his hand. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asks, his gaze searching my face.
I know that if I say no, everything stops. They’ll both drop this and put this, whatever this is, to an immediate end. And I find that I don’t want that. So I nod and tilt my face up toward the other man’s. He closes the distance between us, and when his lips close over mine, I think my heart’s going to beat right out of my chest.
It's a lot like kissing Joel, but yet so different. I’m used to Joel’s more stubbly face, so smooth, clean-shaven skin on mine is an unfamiliar sensation, but I like it. He’s gentler than Joel, but some of that might just be something timid or awkward from the newness.
He parts my lips with his tongue, exploring my mouth, and I’m so lost in it that I don’t even realize my shirt’s been removed until I feel fingers working the clasp of my bra.
I realize that the fingers can’t be his, though: One of his hands is still on my face, and the other is cupping my ass. No, Joel’s joined in to help, and makes quick work of the bra, letting it fall to the ground.
It’s a little awkward and fumbling, but the three of us pull each other’s clothes off piece by piece, exchanging kisses and touches all the while. When he pulls off Joel’s boxers, Stephen pauses to appraise my boyfriend’s naked body, eyeing his stiffened cock.
He sinks down onto his knees in front of Joel, staring up at him, and his hand snakes out to wrap around the base of Joel’s dick. It’s a little strange to watch Joel hiss in pleasure like that when I’m not the one causing it, but rather than spiking jealousy the way I expect, it stokes the already blazing heat between my thighs.
While he works the base of Joel’s cock with his fist, his tongue ventures out to tease the tip. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, having been walked back mid-kiss until my knees hit and I tumbled over backwards. And it creates an optimal position for viewing…and touching myself.
It’s a little embarrassing, but I just can’t help myself. My clit is throbbing with need, and the longer I watch, the hornier I get. So I watch the two men put on a show and play with my pussy, clamping my lips shut so they won’t notice.
But my attempts to keep myself quiet are in vain. Stephen eventually abandons the hand-and-mouth combo in favor of just using his mouth, and when Joel lets out a low groan and lets his head fall back in pleasure, I can’t muffle the whimper that escapes me. I’m close.
But the sound draws their attention and Stephen stops. “Looks like someone’s feeling a bit left out,” he teases.
“I think I can fix that,” Joel says, then comes over to join me on the bed.
He kisses me, then lays in the middle of the bed. “Have a seat,” he directs me.
I glance down at his lap, but he shakes his head and taps his mouth, indicating that his face is to be my “seat.” My face burns bright red. “Are you sure?”
He’s talked me into it once or twice, but I can’t help the fear that I’m going to smother him. But he nods insistently. Stephen eyes him. “Shall I pick up where I left off?” he asks.
“Yes,” I chime in, then blush.
Joel chuckles. “Liking the show, baby?” he murmurs in a low, husky voice that makes me shiver.
“I really am,” I whisper.
“Well here…” he adjusts his position slightly so that once I’m straddling his face, I’ll still be able to watch the two of them in the mirror on the dresser, “Let’s make sure you get the full view.”
I watch as Stephen bends over Joel’s lap again and gets back to work blowing him. But Joel doesn’t let me just stare for long, reminding me that my throne awaits, so I carefully climb on top of him. “Just remember, two taps,” I remind him.
I’d shared my fear about suffocating him, and while he laughed and assured me that he can’t think of a better way to go, he also set up a little system to help put my mind at ease: if he needed air or just generally needed me to get off but couldn’t verbalize it, he was to tap my thigh or whatever bit of flesh he could reach most easily and tap twice.
He taps my leg twice and nods. “Just like this. I remember. Now sit.”
His tone leaves no room for protest or argument, so I obey. He dives between my folds, his tongue exploring and teasing my most sensitive spots. I whimper helplessly and lose myself in sensation.
It’s much the same as usual, his tongue working its magic on my body, but there’s a new element added with his groans of pleasure as Stephen works on him. I can see the show quite clearly in that mirror, and it’s honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever watched.
I’m a curious woman, I’ve explored some different kinds of porn and male/male had definitely graced my screen before. And sure, it kind of stirred something, but it was nothing compared to watching the real deal play out in front of me.
And between the sights, the sensations, and the tension that’s been building, it doesn’t take long before an orgasm rips through me. I hear some of the familiar sounds of Joel’s pleasure and watch Stephen swallow a mouthful of his cum.
I clamber off of Joel on shaking legs, and even as he’s panting and fighting to catch his breath, he claims my mouth in a ferocious kiss, then tosses me onto my back.