“On the chair.” I’m struggling to answer Carson’s questions while Nathan kisses my neck and shoulders, and everywhere he can get his mouth on me while rubbing me up and down his length.
“Did you take your shorts off?”
“No, I scooted them to the side.”
“Did you spread your legs wide to open that sweet pussy for your fake cock?”
“Yes,” I whimper between kisses, suddenly aware that I’m grinding against Nathan’s thickness.
He brings his lips to my ear. “Show us how you did it.”
Is this normal? Foolish question. The better one is where did my inhibitions go? I want Carson and Nathan to keep telling me what to do. I want to please them. And I want to find out what the look in their eyes translates to in terms of orgasms.
Nathan sets me on the chair, the head raised slightly. I bring my knees up, hooking my feet on the edges of the wood. With my legs spread, the wetness of my panties becomes apparent. I glance at Nathan’s crotch, which is easy since he’s standing so close beside me. I soaked him. Instead of being embarrassed, the wet spot overlapping his erection encourages me.
He rubs a hand over it, gripping it while I gawk, then moves his hand to my knee.
Carson’s eyes lock with mine and he steps to the end of the chair. His features are obscured but his posture doesn’t waver.
“Show me how you reached between your legs.” Carson’s demand is perfect.
I rest my hand on my thigh, giving myself one last out. I don’t take it. I’ve never done this in front of anyone. Never knew I’d want to. Their need fuels me.
My fingers slide down and push the fabric aside. Rather than pretend I’m holding the vibrator, I settle my fingers against my sex.
Gentle pressure has my hips bucking. This has to be one of those dreams I can’t wake up from. The kind that goes on all night long. I run with it.
“I want you wider. Drop your feet to the ground the way you did when we first found you up here. The way you’ve been when I’ve jerked off to you ever since.” Carson doesn’t mince words, but is he exaggerating? Has he really…?
Nathan tugs on the knee he’s touching, tucking his fingers around it as he helps me lower my leg. I manage the other one on my own.
“That’s not going to work. Take your shorts off.”
I scramble my legs back onto the chair eager to please when Nathan drops to his knees and adds, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. No pressure. No repercussions if you decide to stop.”
“Thank you,” I lift my hips and Nathan takes the cue to remove my shorts. Carson motions for Nathan to toss them to him and he does.
Nathan runs his fingers around the waistband of my panties. “We’re going to have to get rid of these too.”
My eyes fall shut as I lift my hips again. His fingers ease into the elastic, brushing against my skin, driving me to the brink of orgasm without even touching my curls.
Thank god I shaved. The humorous thought of our first encounter could have been quite different if I’d spread my legs and exposed the rainforest. Would they have still been interested? I stifle a chuckle as Nathan’s fingers stay in contact with my skin to the tips of my toes.
He balls the fabric in one hand and teases a finger from the other hand over my inner thigh. “I’m keeping these.”
Is there a proper response? It’s easier not to talk, and just ease my legs around the chair again. Anything to get this show on the road.
“Do you care who goes first?”
“Either one.” How could I possibly pick? Alphabetical order? Age? There’s no logical way.
“You go ahead,” Nathan says, and drags his finger through my juices then trails them up my belly, sliding his hand into my shirt. He toys with my nipple, sending excitement through me.
“Your breasts are perfect. I’ve wanted to play with these little nipples ever since they beaded when we caught you up here. I imagined my tongue on them. Did you know what you were doing to me?”
“I thought I was in trouble,” I answer honestly. Why am I so turned on that he reacted that way?
“And they kept poking against your shirts the last few days. I can’t even jack off enough to get rid of the blue balls you cause.” He drops his mouth, pulling my top up, teasing my nipple with his tongue. My back arches off the cushion. Then he kisses, laps, and flicks me into near oblivion.