He leads me to his bed, pushing me down. Our wet bodies get the covers wet. My hair fans out around me, and he gazes at me with such lust and heat, unlike he’s ever looked at me before. Sure, I knew he wanted me, but nothing like this. It’s as if he’s seeing me for the first time.
His hands trail up over my knees. The callused palms follow over my thighs and spread my legs as he nears the juncture encasing my core. Planting his knees between them, he stares down at me, taking every inch of me in. His disheveled appearance—wet hair going in every direction and his unshaved face—makes him even more enticing.
“Saint?” Sighing his name, I bite down on my bottom lip unsure what he wants me to do. I’m his to use up as much as he desires.
“You’re getting what you want,” he mutters scooting down until his face is so freaking close to the spot where I’ve been craving his touch. His palms graze my flesh, stopping on each side to push my legs apart even more. Saint’s presented with an up close and personal view of my pink center.
It takes everything not to squirm away. I want him there, but at the same time, I’m bashful about it. “Baby, if I’m going to lick it, I damn sure plan to look my fill.” The tip of his nose softly runs over the delicate skin, as he inhales my scent. Shallow breaths escape my lips in anticipation.
He dives in with a pleased grumble along the way. “Fuckin’ perfection.” His blissful assault begins with long strokes, making his tongue flat. The movements of his skilled mouth cause me to gasp in response, silently wishing for him to never stop.
“Oh God.” The moan leaves me breathlessly, my eyes rolling heavenward.
“Nope, just me,” he groans, planting his lips on my clit where he begins to suck. The sensations have my hips jumping, and in return he plants his hand in the middle of my stomach, gripping me to the mattress.
“Yes!” The words escape on a hiss as my arms fly up, my own hands tangling in my wet hair. I don’t know what to do with them, so I tug on the locks, the zing of pain adding to my pleasure.
He uses his free hand to take turns filling me with his tongue and fingers, my climax storming ahead full steam. My minds’ in a blissful haze, distracted so much that I don’t hear when Sinner comes into the room with us. One minute Saint’s tongue’s inside me, and the next, he’s sitting back with lust coating his gaze, my wetness on his chin.
“You joining us?” he rasps and Sinner nods, eyes pinned on me as he strips clothes off. “How do you want it?”
“I’ll lay down, Saint; let me have a turn at tasting Jude,” he replies, never breaking his stare. “You hear me, Jude? I want your pussy on my lips, sweetheart.”
Clearing my throat, I scramble on to my knees and scoot over for him, my core still throbbing with need. He tosses his clothes and lies down as Saint grabs a bottle of lube from the dresser. He tugs me over, having me straddle his mouth and face Saint. These men aren’t intimidated whatsoever to be up close and personal with every inch of me; if anything, the closer, the better.
Sinner lets lose a gruff sounding growl, vibrating my sensitive parts as Saint coats him in lube, wetting his cock and his ass. My eyes are wide as I watch, enraptured as Saint pushes the lube inside Sinner, eventually positioning his cock to enter him. At the same time Saint carefully drives forward, he pumps Sinner’s dick with his free hand, abs constricting in response.
This is new to me too; they haven’t been so open together like this. I’d wondered if they’d been together at all more than kissing and touching. Clearly, they have, and it’s beyond sexy.
Saint gets a rhythm going as Sinner eats my pussy like a man possessed and eventually leans in, his kiss erotic against my lips. Pleased moans leave me between gasps for breath and teasing tangles with his tongue. I never could’ve imagined anything so freaky in my life. This is the type of thing that happens in dreams, and here I am in real life, living it.
Saint’s drives turn hasty as he chases his orgasm, becoming lost in the feelings of his blissful reward, and Sinner’s groans get buried in my pussy as he continues his assault, not stopping until I climax. “Saint!” I sing their names with a satisfied moan. “Sinner, yes!” He holds me down, not letting up as my high spikes and plummets, my body on its own private roller coaster.
With a deep groan, Sinner’s come coats his muscular stomach, jets shooting in every direction. It pushes Saint over the edge as he palms my breast in one hand and watches Sinner finish. “Fuck!” Saint shouts, his eyes slamming closed as he fills Sinner with his own pleasure.
As my body hits the mattress, the thoughts pour through my mind of what today has shown me. I love these two men, and I can only hope they eventually grow to love me back. I can’t imagine going back to my old life and not having them around to constantly keep my body on edge. Or to not feel the warmth surrounding my heart each time one of them kisses me.
I’m way past wanting them...I need them. They’re mine.