“How the Hell did you pick me up and stand without losing your balance? That’s some Olympic-level stuff.”
He doesn’t say anything, laying me carefully on the bed.
“Oh, Cy has a lot of experience chucking women around,” Jack says cheerfully.
Cyrus glares at him, then opens a bedside cabinet and pulls out a strip of gold, shiny squares, ripping one off and tossing it to Jack. “Quit talking and help me undress her,” he orders, climbing onto the bed behind me and pulling me into his muscled arms. His fingers find the zip at the nape of my neck and tug. Jack quickly obliges, crawling onto the mattress and slipping his fingers under the hem of the dress. Cy unzips me, and together they peel away the white lace clinging to my skin, until I’m lying sprawled on Jack’s sheets in just my underwear. Jack sits back on his haunches, staring at my pale pink bra and thong.
“Christ,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “Jesus, Beth. You are—” he reaches out to touch my thigh. “You’re perfect.”
On my other side, Cyrus slips a hand under my arse, running it between my legs. I twitch against him. He groans. “Honey, you aresoaked,”he purrs.“You really need this, huh?”
I nod and squirm on top of his fingers as he slowly teases my panties down. Jack reaches forward, and his breath touches my cheek as he reaches behind me, deftly unclipping my bra. It falls away, and I sit up and tug at the blonde’s t-shirt. That goes first, and then his jeans, then his boxers, until he’s sitting in front of me, completely nude.
I stare at his cock. He’s already hard, his thick length swollen and rigid. And he’shuge. “You were hidingthatunder your jeans?” I say incredulously.
Jack looks down, smiling bashfully as he rips open the shiny condom wrapper.
“Can I?” I ask, holding out my hand.
His jaw stiffens. He nods, passing it over, and I reach for him, running my fingers lightly down his length. His lips part, and his eyes fall closed as I palm him, slowly. When I wrap my hand fully around him, squeezing, his dick jerks hard.
Cyrus laughs, tugging his own pants down. “You’d better stop teasing him, Bethie. The poor guy hasn’t had sex in ages. He won’t be able to handle it.”
Jack’s face flushes. I smile and roll the rubber on, and Cyrus pulls me back against his chest, so I’m sitting between his legs. He’s undressed too; I can feel his balls crushing against my ass. I grind backwards experimentally, and he groans.
Jack slides off the bed and stands between my legs, wrapping my thighs around his hips. His hard tip rubs gently between my folds, the rubbery condom sticking to my wet skin.
“Ready?” He asks.
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I nod frantically. I can feel a little tickle of arousal deep inside me, like a feather brushing against my inner walls. I need him to get inside me, to rub it and soothe it away. I’m desperate for it.
Cyrus starts massaging my neck. “Loosen up,” he murmurs in my ear. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just us.” His thumb rubs out a knot at my nape, and I relax as Jack eases into me slowly. I can feel my channel stretching to accommodate him. Fuck, he’sbig;as he bottoms out, filling me all the way up to his hilt, I lose my voice. I feel rammed-full, stretched and aching in the best possible way.
“Good?” Cyrus asks, his grip on me tensing.
“Tight,” Jack says, his face strained. “God, you feel amazing, Beth.” He strokes my thigh. “You okay?”
“I’mgreat,”I practically purr, and both men laugh. Jack bends to kiss my knee, then rolls his hips slowly. His thick length moves slickly inside me, sending sparks flickering through my centre.
“Oh!” I buck, and he starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into me harder and harder.
Cyrus’s hands slide down from my shoulders to my tits. He starts palming them, rubbing them, and I can feel my core blooming and wettening around Jack in response.
At first, it feels odd having two sets of hands on me, but I soon sink into the sensation, allowing it to carry me away. Jack lifts one of my legs, squeezing my foot gently. The new angle makes my eyes fly open as he slams deep inside me.
I remember Benny had a threesome once, and he said the whole thing was sort of awkward; none of them knew where to put their arms and legs, and someone was always getting left out. Clearly, practice makes perfect, though, because these guysdefinitelyknow what they’re doing. They’re practically professionals.
My head falls back as Jack thuds deep inside me again, sending bolts of lightning flying through my core. Cyrus tightens his hands on me, holding me down. I like that a lot. The feeling of his weight against me as his best friend fucks me. It feels wrong, but in a very, very hot way. I shiver as he tips my face gently to the side and starts kissing me, hard. His hot tongue curls against mine as we move together, both getting rocked in time with Jack’s deep, plunging strokes.God, he’s such a good kisser. He bites my bottom lip softly, and I gasp against his mouth. It feels like electricity is shooting all throughout my body, oversensitising my skin. Between Cyrus’s kisses and Jack steadily pounding inside of me, I can’t keep still. Jack makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat as I pull back and cover my face, trying to catch my breath.
“Flip her?” He asks.
“Fuck yeah,” Cyrus says, and as one, they both flip me over onto my hands and knees. I don’t bother resisting. I like the way they’re taking control, manipulating my body. Jack keeps jackhammering into me from behind, his big hands spreading and squeezing my asscheeks as he fucks me doggy style. Cyrus kneels on the mattress, lining his dick up by my mouth. “Can you take it, honey?” He asks quietly, stroking strands of sweaty hair behind my ear.
In answer, I lean forward, locking my lips around his fat tip. He groans, fisting a hand in my hair as I start bobbing my head jerkily up and down his shaft. I roll my tongue over his smooth head to suck up every drop of his pre-come, and he hisses, cupping a hand around the back of my neck and pulling me closer, pushing himself further down my throat.