I cross my legs, desperate to ease the tension in my core. I try to tug a hand free but Nathan grips harder and smiles down at me.
“Somebody’s watching us, Carson.”
He looks down at me, slowing his strokes. “Don’t move.”
The intensity of his demand rips through me, pushing me to the brink.
“Don’t you dare make yourself come. I want you to be desperate for my cock.” Carson’s not usually one for making me wait. Hopefully, that means he’s about to fuck me.
“Uncross your legs.” Nathan gently slaps my pussy when I don’t immediately comply. “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.”
The only way I can keep from squeezing my thighs together is to drop my legs on either side of the chair. If anything, me being spread should hurry them along.
“Look at that, our dirty girl is spread and ready. Are you going to behave and leave your hands up here?” Nathan asks.
“Yes.” I can’t play coy or think of anything sexy to say with their erections looming over me.
Nathan releases my wrists and I desperately want to touch myself but I don’t have to. His hand is on my bathing suit, pressing the wet fabric into me. His smile widens with each flinch of my hips.
“I think you liked teasing us by pretending to be asleep.”
“I like giving up control to you.”
His fingers tuck under my suit.
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes.” I wiggle into him but he won’t let me get off.
“You like watching us touch ourselves?”
“It’s so hot.”
“I think you’re wet enough we don’t need to get the lube. If you promise not to come, we’ll jerk off with your juices. You want us to do that?”
“I don’t know if I can stop myself.”
“I know you can, but will you?” Nathan flicks the tip of his finger over my clit and Carson stares down at me and says reassuringly, “It makes me extra hard knowing you need to come. Do it for me.”
“I’ll do it.” I pant through the intermittent passes over my clit and into my pussy Nathan’s giving me.
“That’s my girl.” Carson strokes his fingers through my hair.
“I want it too.”
Carson pulls his hand away and Nathan drags his back through my wetter-by-the-minute sex.
Nathan stares me in the eyes. “This is for you.”
“Put your hands back up or we’ll stop,” Carson growls.
I hadn’t even realized I was lowering my arms. Sliding them back into place, I grab the top of the chair and squeeze my legs against the wooden sides.
“Please hurry.”
They’re stroking themselves, hips moving in sync. I writhe underneath them, loving the intimacy but desperate to be touched. Then I am.
Nathan ejaculates first. The first spray hits Carson’s cock and Nathan’s own hand. That triggers Carson and they’re both shooting their loads. They angle themselves to get more of it on me, and I love it, their hot streams combining to make one big mess.