“I was going to watch for a minute, but I can’t let you make her come without me.” Carson’s voice sends an extra surge through me. I’m dangerously close to losing control.
My eyes are closed but the warmth of Carson’s hands caressing up my legs, having both of them touch me at the same time, is too much.
I cry out, all coherency lost, as I clamp my legs against the chair. An orgasm rips through me. I wouldn’t believe it could happen without either of them touching my sex.
Hot breath high on my inner thigh draws me back from bliss. Am I ready for this?
A hand is on my belly and it takes me a second to place it as Nathan’s.
“You should have warned us you were that needy, Goldie. We could have taken care of you sooner.” Nathan surprises me with the use of my nickname, and the blatant call-out.
I don’t have time to respond. Carson kisses my sex, locking in the start of my next orgasm.
Nathan claims my mouth. Carson’s tongue slides over my clit and I lose focus. No longer able to think about what I should be doing, I simply exist at the hands and mouths of my soon-to-be lovers.
My body’s wound with need. I’m giving and taking. One hand is tangled in Carson’s hair, holding him close. The other explores Nathan’s bare chest, arms, and back. But there’s no plan, no intent, just passion.
Carson’s tongue makes one final stroke, pushing me to the point of no return. My moan is swallowed by Nathan’s kiss. I’m consumed by the climax, thrown so far into euphoria that I barely register the guys swapping positions.
Nathan peppers my belly with kisses. I stare up at the stars, wondering how I ended up with these two out of everyone in the universe, and if there’s any way we can make this more than a one-time thing?
Nathan licks my next orgasm into a frenzy. I’m about to fall again when he stops. I’m panting, craving, desperate. I buck my hips.
“I’m almost there.”
“I’ll get you there after I’m sure it will be the biggest one you’ve ever had.” He leans back in, alternating kissing and licking, pausing and repeating. I’m about to lose my mind.
Then it hits me that I haven’t done anything for them. Oh no. I can’t mess this up. Carson’s lip-lock has him distracted, so I run my hand down his side, finding his erection. I stroke his length three times before he pulls my hand away.
His lips barely lift. “Not yet.”
I can’t imagine what’s wrong with now, but his mouth is back on mine.
Does Nathan sense that I can’t take anymore? He’s all in on eating my pussy when I lose control. My hips thrust into him. I fist his hair, trying to get him closer. Yet, as huge and blinding as my climax is, I crave being filled by a cock.
Carson cups a hand behind my head and deepens our kiss then nothing matters. Every need I’ve ever ignored, every attraction that’s been unrequited, and every fantasy I’ve ever thought I fulfilled splinter apart. I’m everything. I’m sated. I’m theirs.
Both of my legs are being moved onto the chair when I drift back. There’s a sense that they’re handling something precious. Me. For all of the craziness and lust, they must feel the deeper connection too.
“Sweet Goldie, what are we going to do with you?”
I roll my head toward Carson who’s on the opposite side from Nathan.
He moves errant strands of hair behind my ear. I lick my lips trying to get my bearings. What to do with me? How about finishing what we started? I’m too sex drunk to speak.
Hands slide under me and I turn to Nathan, who says, “We better get you a bath and put you to bed.”
“But we didn’t finish. You guys—“
“Not tonight. We want to make sure you’re okay with this before we go any further.”
I’m limp in his arms as he lifts me. “I want this. I want you…both.”
“And if you still want to, we can.”
Carson makes the decision definitive. “For now we need to take care of you and let you rest. I’m going to get a bath ready.”
He plants the sweetest kiss on my cheek then leads the way inside.