He pressed to my side, a hand on my waist, claiming me as his lips tickled my bare shoulder, and I wanted it. I wanted to be his.
The track changed, and it was one I knew, one I liked. I jumped on the spot, cocktail confident and ready to party, then slung my arms around Rick’s neck as he picked me up, spun me in his arms, only to drop me at Carl’s feet. The heat of Carl’s body sent shivers up my back. I tossed him a look over my shoulder, and he stepped closer, so close, the wall of his chest pressing against my bare skin.
He snaked his hand around my waist as Rick pressed into the front of me, and I moved with them, sandwiched between two firm bodies, Rick’s thigh between mine as he took hold of my hips and rocked to the beat. I stretched up my arms, and tipped my head back, and Rick’s lips landed on my collarbone, tickled me. Here we go. But I was ready, confident in my sparkly clothes, confident with the glow of alcohol in my belly. My outstretched arms reached back for Carl, my fingers finding the back of his neck and tangling in his hair. His hair was smooth, and soft, his skin warm.
His hand on my waist moved upwards, slowly, his fingers splayed against my ribs, and I sucked in breath as his fingertips reached the swell of my breast. Rick’s tongue bar felt so nice against the tenderness of my throat, and I smiled, angling my head back on Carl’s shoulder as he squeezed at my tit.
Yes.
His crotch pressed to the small of my back, and he felt even bigger there, a solid pole of hot fucking dick. The feel of him made me squirm, and I turned my face towards his, grinding my ass back at him.
Kiss me.
I was nervous, under the alcohol. Nervous enough that my tummy was a fluttery mess. The nerves lessened as Rick’s thigh pressed hard to my pussy, his hips rocking enough to feel just right.
I looked at Carl, his face so chiselled under the disco lighting, so at odds with the glitter and sparkle of this place.
Kiss me.
My eyes fluttered, then closed, my lips parted as Rick sucked at my neck, and then there was a ghost of stubble, Carl’s cheek against mine before he landed his lips at the corner of my mouth. I felt his fingers in my hair and he angled me further, eyes dark as he hovered, his lips just a whisper from mine.
Kiss me, just fucking kiss me.
And he did kiss me. His lips were hard, yet soft, demanding, yet teasing. His tongue was strong, pushing between my lips to hunt mine down, and we danced there, in my mouth, and we hit the same beat.
Hot breath, and hot hands, and Rick’s tense fucking thigh against my clit, and I squirmed, and writhed, my hands busy between two hot guys, two firm bodies, two soft heads of hair. My mouth busy between two hot mouths, two needy tongues, two men growing more insistent with every ragged breath. I coaxed Carl tighter to my back, circlingmy hips to tease his cock, and he thrust and ground and hitched me up against him, the length of him pressing into the crack of my ass as Rick pressed himself against my pussy.
Sandwiched. Pinned hard between two dicks. Two hard cocks straining to be inside me, and I wanted it. I wanted them.
My fingers became braver, ghosting Carl’s cheek as my body accustomed itself to the bulk of him. He still intimidated me, his steel still giving me shivers in the deep, dark depths of me, but I was coming to know him. And I was coming to like what I knew.
I focused back on our surroundings, on the hustle of bodies dancing all around us, and nobody was giving us a second glance, too caught up in their own groove. Men kissing men, men kissing women, women kissing women, a whole roomful of people feeling the beat and the heat and the promise of sex in the air. Rick’s beard tickled my shoulder, and I smiled.
Yes. Yes, I could do this.
I wanted to do this.
I tipped Rick’s face up and pressed my lips to his and I was smiling, and then I coaxed Carl forward, my hand around his neck, pulling him forward as I guided Rick back. Their lips met over my shoulder, and I liked it, I really liked it. Carl’s mouth opened first, and I watched so closely, loving the way his tongue pressed to Rick’s. I moved my pussy against Rick’s thigh and I watched them make out, guiding Rick’s hand to my tits to squeeze at me, pull at me, make me fucking tingle.
And then they looked at me, both of them, looked at me with their lips still glistening from their kiss, and their eyes were hungry and hooded, their gaze pointed.
I closed my eyes as two hot mouths came for mine, unsure of which tongue was whose as they tangled with mine. It was wet and messy and totally uncontrolled, disorienting me enough that I didn’t know whose hand was on my tits, or which guy was pinching my nipple until I wriggled.
I wasn’t sure whose fingers slipped between my legs and found my clit. Whose fingers slipped their way inside my thong and found me wet and desperate. Whose fingers slipped inside me and thrust to the beat of the music until I was panting against their open mouths and hissing out curses. “Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.”
“Dirty girl,” Carl rasped. “I love a girl with a filthy mouth.”
I wrapped my arms around their shoulders, and I smiled my way through the butterflies in my belly.
“This dirty girl is ready for bed,” I said. I looked at them, both of them, their eyes glinting hot under the party lights, and I knew what I wanted. “This dirty little girl is… ready.”
As ready as I’d ever be.
Ready. Yes. Ready.
And yet I felt so nervous. More than nervous. Scared.
Scared and excited. A strange combination. I guessed like a parachute jump, or swimming with sharks. Or taking that big fucking fence on a horse that was playing up. I always took the fence. I could take this, too. Thesetwo.