He put a hand on my thigh, squeezed. “We’d better get ready to wrap up for the night,” he said. “Early start.”
He was pulling away when I stopped him, gripping his wrist before he could leave, and he paused, his eyes questioning. “Wait,” I said. “Please.”
I was a bag of nerves as I took hold of his tie and pulled his face to mine. He moved slowly, his breath on my lips for long seconds before they made contact.
“You don’t have to…” he whispered. “You don’t owe me anything, Katie…”
“I know,” I said, and kissed him.
I may have made first contact, but Carl led from the front. He kissed me deep, his body angling towards mine, pinning me back against the sofa, his fingers at the hem of my stupid top.
He groaned against my lips, pulling away only to clear a path for my t-shirt as he yanked it up and over my head. He tossed it to the side and I took his hands in mine, put them on my tits. “Touch me. Please, Carl, touch me…”
He squeezed me, pushed his thumbs inside my bra to rub at my nipples, and it tingled, made them hard. I squirmed in my jeans, hitching a leg to stretch the denim tight against my pussy, and his hand went there.
“Horny girl,” he growled. “Are you still sore? Does your pussy still remember how hard we fucked you?”
I nodded.
He ground his palm against my mound, and the denim was so stiff against my clit.
“We’ll take it in turns tonight,” he said. “Over and over.”
His knuckles rubbed the seam at my crotch and made me squirm, and he lowered his head to suck my tit into his mouth, taking as much as he could fit. I loved the noises, the slurp of his mouth and his soft grunts, the rub of his hand between my legs.
My eyes met Rick’s as he appeared back in the doorway, and he smirked at me, his fingers at his shirt buttons. “Nice,” he said. “I’m gonna leave you two alone more often if this is the shit I come back to.”
He ditched his shirt at the side of the sofa and knelt up alongside me, his eyes on Carl’smouth as he slurped at my tit. Rick took my knee and tugged my legs wider apart, and he brushed Carl’s hand away, pulling down my zipper and squirming his way inside my jeans. He found my clit and pressed hard, circling it in long slow motions.
He lowered his face to Carl’s. “Share,” he said, and he poked his tongue out, hunting after the same nipple.
Share. Fuck, how I wanted them to share.
Carl plopped my nipple from his mouth and guided it to Rick, and Rick sucked where he’d been, sucked hard. I groaned and pulled my bra down fully, arched my back, loved the sight of Rick sucking me, and Carl’s open mouth as he latched onto my other nipple. I placed my hands to the backs of their heads and pulled them into me. Closed my eyes to it as they sucked hard. They bit. They nibbled. And I moaned like a bitch and held them there, pressed them into me until they pulled away, gasping for breath, mouths wet, eyes drooling.
I couldn’t speak, breaths too heavy, nostrils flaring. My hands went to my tits, squeezed them, loving the wetness two hungry mouths had left on my skin. “Oh God,” was all I managed, my ass squirming of its own accord.
Between them they pulled down my jeans, yanking them down my thighs and pulling them off over my feet, and there was only the wet cotton of my knickers hiding my pussy from them.
Two sets of fingers rubbed at me, two thumbs aiming for my throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Make me come… I need to come…”
I was still aching inside, a dull pain as my clit fluttered and my muscles clenched, but I wanted them. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be fucked hard enough that I’d feel them all the way through tomorrow.
Carl dropped from the sofa, and the warmth of his mouth pressed wet and breathy to the inside of my thigh. He scraped his teeth and kissed his way up my skin, nudging my clit with his nose as he breathed in my scent, and fuck I pushed into him. He took the fabric of my knickers between his teeth and he sucked, tasting, and I pushed some more, writhing against him. Then he moved the fabric aside and his fingers spread me, his tongue hunting out the throbbing little nub of my clit, and I moaned for him, heard myself saying his name over and over as his fingers searched inside me.
Rick shifted at my side, pulled my hands from my tits, and his smile was so beautiful, just for a few seconds before he lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked me in. Sucked my tit all the way into his mouth – at least that’s what it felt like.
Carl’s tongue darted and lapped at my clit as Rick’s tongue bar flicked at my nipple. His fingers grabbed at my other tit, and pinched and rolled and squeezed and it was fucking heaven.
I took Carl’s hair in one hand, Rick’s in the other, held them in position.
“More,” I said. “Suck… suck me…”
I bucked my hips against Carl’s mouth, and his tongue squirmed and teased. His fingers scissored the tender flesh around my clit, gripping me for his tongue, and he worked me hard, his tongue quickening into tight little circles right where I needed them.
“Fuck, I really need to come now…” I moaned. “Please…”