“How about you just let us look at you for now?” Ryker releases my wrists.
“Yes, let’s do that.” Hunter puts me back down on the mattress. “Let’s see you. Spread your legs for us.”
I do what he asks and part my legs again like he did before. Both gaze at my pussy like it’s the holy grail. Hunter jerks down his boxers and fists his extremely hard cock.
“Touch your pretty cunt for us,” Ryker orders while stroking his erection. “Make yourself come.”
Closing my eyes, I reach between my thighs and touch my clit.
“No, keep those open,” Hunter demands. “Look at us, while you get yourself off.”
With my hand trembling, I draw small circles over my still dry flesh.
“Let me help you.” Ryker grins and takes hold of my hand. He lifts it to his mouth and sucks my index and middle finger between his lips, swirling his tongue around my fingers while jerking himself off and looking straight into my eyes.
This whole situation is perverse, and to my utter shock excites me. Ryker releases my fingers with a pop, grinning as if he can read my mind.
When I return my hand to my clit, my now wet fingers run over the compact bundle of nerves with ease. Biting the inside of my cheek, I suppress a moan at the unexpected desire that overcomes me. Watching two grown men jerking themselves off, seeing the lust and barely there restraint in their eye. The thought of using Ryker’s spit as my personal lube. All of this is wrong. So very wrong. And yet, I rub my clit faster and faster until I’m so slick with my own juices that I can hear my fingers move over my skin.
“Fuck.” Ryker groans and grabs my knee. “Come for us.”
Panting, I rub myself. Harder and faster. I’m close. Hunter is close too. His face contorts in pleasure, while he strokes himself furiously.
Sublime pressure builds, and knowing my orgasm is about to overcome me, I tilt my hips up.
Hunter reaches between my legs and shoves two thick fingers into my opening. The uninvited intrusion pushes me over the edge.
My back arches off the bed and I come with a loud moan that mingles with Hunter’s grunts. The sounds echo through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Hunter curls his fingers, rubbing them against my inner wall, elongating my orgasm.
I haven’t calmed down from my high when Hunter sprays his hot cum over my inner thighs. Ryker moves up on the bed so he is kneeling beside me.
He takes my chin between his fingers and tilts my face towards him. “Open your mouth for me, Sugar,” he groans. His demanding tone leaves no room for discussion.
I open my mouth and stare into his eyes while he finishes jerking off. A moment later his eyes close and his head falls back. His fingers on my jaw tighten as ropes of cum shoot out of his cock and onto my face and open mouth.
The salty substance hits my tongue and I cringe at the taste.
“Swallow it,” Ryker orders when he glances down at me. Even though my instincts tell me to spit it out, I work my throat and swallow it. “Good girl. That was fucking hot.” He releases my chin and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, rubbing his cum into my skin.
“Yes, that was fucking hot,” Hunter agrees. “The question is, what are we going to do with you now, sweet Annie?”
That is the question, indeed.