I nod as I suck them each down again. I can’t get enough of their pleasure. But when I notice Drake’s hand pull away from Hunter, I do what I can to bring them back together. Releasing my lips from their cocks, I coat them each again, so they’re perfectly slick, and I point their cocks upward as I slide them together again. I wrap my hands around them both, so they’re so close, they’re practically chest to chest, leaving almost no room for me.
Slowly their gazes travel from me to each other, and I hold my breath in anticipation. I keep up my stroking as I notice the erratic movement of their chests. As the moments stretch, I wait.
Finally, it’s Hunter who makes the first move. Maybe it’s his way of showing that he’s sorry, but I knew it would never be Drake to make it. He needed Hunter to do it for him.
Hunter grabs him by the back of the neck and crashes their mouths together. Drake’s eyes squeeze closed as he holds the back of Hunter’s head. I let out an uncontrollable whimper as I watch them kiss. It’s so hot and carnal, like they can’t get enough of each other. My body is on fire with desire, just from watching this one kiss.
When they finally break apart, their chests are now heaving, and I rise to my feet, eager to kiss the lips that were just fused together. I reach for Hunter’s first, sliding my tongue against his, wanting to tell him just how much I love him and how incredibly hot that was. My husband just kissed someone else while I watched…and it was amazing. This all feels like a dream.
Moving from Hunter’s mouth, I go to Drake’s, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. Hooking his hands around my thighs, he pulls me easily into his arms, and I wrap my legs around him.
“I think she’s ready for us,” Hunter says as Drake carries me to the bed.
“I’m ready,” I cry out in a needy whine. Drake drops me onto the mattress and runs his hands down my body, tugging my underwear off in a quick swipe. Then he places his hands on my thighs, parting them wide as he leans down and places a warm kiss against my clit, first with just his lips and then with his tongue.
I cry out, digging my fingers in his long hair and grinding him against me. He kisses me three more times before rising up and leaving me writhing alone on the bed. When I glance up, I notice him rifling through his bag, and I assume he’s coming back with a condom, which he does. But he has something else too.
As he returns, he has a devious expression on his beautiful face. “Want to know the best part of being your husband’s best friend? I know everything he’s ever done to you.Everything.” Drake crawls back over my body, hooking an arm under my knee and pulling it up to expose every part of me. Then he draws a line with his finger down the back of my thigh, straight to my ass. I tense as he starts rubbing circles over the tight hole. He leans his face in close, pressing his lips to my ear. “I know he’s fucked you here. I know all about how you begged for it, how you soaked your bed because you came so hard, how you used a toy on yourself while he fucked your ass.”
I gasp, turning toward Hunter, who is watching us lazily while he strokes himself and waits. I’m not reallysurprisedhe told Drake about all of the sex we’ve had. I’m just a little surprised by the amount of detail he went into. I’m almost flattered to know they talk about it so much.
“And that’s why I’ll be the one fucking you here tonight.”
Suddenly, Drake’s finger breaches my tight hole and I gasp even louder, tilting my hips for him, giving him even more access to this dirty, forbidden part of me. He lifts up, uncapping a bottle of lube in his other hand and dripping it on the finger pressed inside me. Then he begins to prep me, easily sliding in and out, and I can barely take it. It’s exquisite torture.
Gripping the sheets on the bed, I squeeze them tight in my fists as he reaches deeper and deeper, teasing me to the point of agony. He adds another finger, and I moan and writhe like a cat in heat.
“Oh my God, Drake, please. Fuck me.”
“What do you think, Hunt?” he asks, staring down at me like a predator ready to devour its prey. “Do you think she’s ready for me?”
“I already told you she likes it rough. She’s always ready,” he replies in a husky tone. He’s leaning against the dresser, watching us with languid strokes of his cock.
I whimper when Drake pulls his fingers out of me. While he fixes himself with a condom, Hunter stalks closer, climbing onto the bed next to me. In a quick motion, he flips me on top of him and then kisses the air out of my lungs. His tongue tangles with mine as I feel Drake settle his weight behind me.
“I want to hold you while he fucks you again,” Hunter mumbles into my mouth. A moment later, I feel the head of Drake’s cock against my back entrance. He’s slick—he must have lubed up while Hunter was kissing me into a stupor.
I rest my forehead against my husband’s shoulder as Drake slips his cock past the tight ring of muscle. It’s such a foreign feeling; nothing compares to it. I love how different it feels, how wrong and taboo. It makes this usually demure and polite girl feel like a sensual, sexy vixen, and I love it.
“More,” I call with a guttural hum as I try to catch my breath.
Drake growls in response. “Baby, I’m all the way in.” He slides out then back in again, filling me so much, it makes the walls of my pussy throb.
“God damn,” Drake says with a grunt. “Hunter, you were right. Her ass takes a cock so well.”
“That’s my girl,” Hunter whispers against my ear.
His hands are all over my body, on my back, my breasts, my hips, and then finally on my clit, rubbing fierce circles and driving me crazy. My legs begin to shake as Drake picks up speed, and I feel so overwhelmed with sensation I’m about to explode.
And I do. My climax rolls over me like a truck. I let out a scream into Hunter’s neck as I’m blinded by the sensations.
“You’re so wet for me, Red. I need to be inside you so bad. Are you ready?”
I’m still catching my breath, a sheen of sweat covering my body and making my hair stick to my face as I lift up and kiss Hunter, needing the familiar taste of him, the feel of his mouth against mine.
“Yes,” I whisper, and Drake stops his thrusting for a moment.
With a little shifting, I feel Hunter there, and he was right. I am slick because he slides in easily. With both of them buried to the hilt, no one moves as I adjust and savor this feeling of overwhelming fullness. It’s intense and unbelievable, not just sexually but emotionally too. They’re both claiming me, using me, loving me, and tears spring to my eyes as Drake folds himself over me, kissing my back and affectionately wiping my hair from my face.