You cannot let that happen.
I didn’t give him a chance to try. I slid my hand from his shoulder down to grip his cock and dipped my head. Just as Scott established his rhythm, I did the same with my mouth on Colin.
His groan was a mixture of frustration and satisfaction.
I couldn’t focus on it because, within an instant, my body went on overload. Scott drove deep, and Colin’s dick filled my mouth, and it was crazy that this was really happening. My list of fantasies was extensive, but this was one I’d never thought could become a reality.
Both men were naked, and it seemed strange to still have clothes on, but Colin’s fingers discovered the zipper at the back of my dress. He inched it down while I swirled my tongue around his dick, going fast enough it made him pulse.
When the zipper was halfway down, Scott took over and tugged it the rest of the way. The dress split open, and the sides fell to catch on my elbows. It was awkward, so I quickly unlooped each arm and let the dress hang, bunched at my waist.
My wardrobe included a lacy black bra that matched the stockings, but viewers wouldn’t get a good look at it because Scott’s fingers worked the clasp on my back. The tension went out of the band, and the straps slipped down my arms.
As it fell to the floor, Scott grabbed my waist. One of his hands fisted my dress, twisting it until it was a belt that he could use for leverage, and my breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. It took me several attempts to find the right rhythm as I rocked between the two guys, and although I had support from Scott’s hold and one hand on the edge of the desk, it felt precarious.
I enjoyed what I was doing, but it also had me out of breath. My legs and arms shook because of Colin . . . and also with fatigue. There was so much to think about, I vaguely acknowledged the sounds of pleasure that came from the guys.
When I was barely able to stand any longer, Scott seemed to know.
“Let me have that mouth,” he said, although I wasn’t sure if he was speaking to me or Colin.
He jerked me upright and spun me around in his arms. My dress dropped to the floor, leaving me in only my thigh-highs, and he picked me up and sat me down on the desktop just as soon as the other man moved out of the way.
I was a puppet, and they were pulling all my strings, positioning me how they wanted. I was more than fine with it. My overwhelmed mind no longer remembered the choreography of the scene. I flopped down on my back with my body draped over the corner of the desk, my head hanging over the edge.
It wasn’t comfortable, but it gave Colin room to step in between my legs. The determined look on his face stole my breath. He hooked my trembling knees over his arms, and he didn’t waste any time getting inside me. One quick shove, and he was buried all the way to the hilt.
His impatience was incredibly sexy. It made me feel like he’d been dying for this moment.
Had I been, too?
Because he made my body sing with satisfaction. I let out a loud moan, and then a hand was on my cheek, turning my head to the side. It was so I could give Scott what he wanted. I opened my mouth, letting him push his cock past my lips, and he held my head as he began to thrust. Thankfully, it took some of the strain off my neck.
Time began to blur.
I was sticky with sweat. As Colin slammed his body into me, beating his hips against mine, I inched dangerously closer to the edge of the desk. But he held my legs tightly and kept me from falling over the side.
God, I loved the feel of his hands against my skin—almost as much as the way he drove into me. My feelings toward him were . . . messy. It was hard to dislike someone who made you feel so incredibly good.
Scott held my head steady with one hand while he sawed his dick back and forth between my lips and used the other to squeeze one of my breasts. Maybe Colin didn’t want to be outdone by the porn star, or perhaps he just wanted to touch me, too. He set his hand just above where we were joined and used his thumb to tease my clit.
It doused me in pure fire.
And it sent me racing toward another orgasm.
These two beautifully muscle-bound men not only took pleasure from me, but they worked together as a team to deliver it right back. Everything was shaking, like my world was enduring a massive earthquake, and yet the guys were impervious.