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We. They had said each other’s names. Us. There were no pretenses about how we were all joining tonight, no delusions of separateness in their exploration of my body. I wasn’t going to have to split my attentions.
Daniel did want to be in charge for a while, though, and his first taste of me put him in a frenzy. He hiked my skirt up high around my hips and picked me up with a tight grip on my ass. I wrapped my legs around him as he pressed me into the wall, and I felt the bulge in his pants straining for release. His every thrust against my bare, wet pussy swelled my desire to be filled; every strike of my back against the wall made me want it harder. I squeezed my legs around him, grinding and rolling for whatever friction I could get while he sucked on my neck. The intensity of his need was penetrating.
“Fuck, Daniel,” I exhaled. “Take me to my bed.” He gripped my ass hard and carried me into my room, setting me down roughly at the edge of the mattress. John was already there, and he kneeled in front of me.
“I don’t think you need these anymore,” John murmured, tugging lightly on my clothes, but leaving them in place. John knew how to turn a permissionseeking gesture into a craving; I couldn’t offer myself up fast enough. He pulled my skirt down over my hips and legs, while Daniel pulled my tank up and over my head. They both ran their hands over my naked body, smiling at me, at each other. John’s strong hands kneaded my thighs. Daniel cupped my breasts from behind.
A loud ding rang out from outside the room, startling all of us.
“Fuck, is that my phone?” Daniel muttered. “I’m sorry. I thought I had the volume off.”
“I turned it back on earlier,” John said, smirking. “Didn’t want to miss a message in case your girl wrote back.”
“I bet it’s her,” I said, spreading my legs. “She has impeccable timing. Go grab your phone and see.”
Daniel ran his hand down my stomach and between my legs. “I’m kind of busy right now,” he whispered. John started kissing the insides of my thighs, just above my knees.
I stilled Daniel’s hand. “Go get it. I can wait. I want to know what she said.”
“Are you for real right now?”
“I think we’ve established that no one in this room is the jealous type,” I said, turning my head to kiss Daniel. “Get it.”
He stepped out to get the phone. John gave me a soft bite on my inner thigh and smiled. I sucked in a breath as I met his eye, spreading my legs wider. I heard Daniel’s muffled come on from the outside the room.
“Spill it!” John shouted to Daniel. “What’d she say?”
“Tell us!” I yelled.
Daniel stopped in the doorway, phone in hand, and read the text aloud.
Tell me what we’re doing now that we’ve left the club.
“Ooo, Daniel. Your girl wants some dirty talk, and she wants it now,” I said. “She ended that text with a period.”
“She’s going to have to wait. I can’t multitask.”
“Then give me your phone,” I said.
“All Claire has to do is type what you’re doing to her, and then you’re satisfying two women at once,” John grinned.
I saw the fuck it settle over Daniel’s body as he walked over. He tossed me his phone, took his shirt off, and kneeled next to John. I felt his lips and tongue on my thigh. Seeing them both between my legs sent my heart racing. I was going to have to type fast if I was going to keep any amount of focus.
How much detail do you want? I wrote.
Well, if it’s like that, write me a novel 😉
“Lie back, Claire,” John crooned. I typed as quickly as I could.
By now, you’re on your back and I’m kneeling between your legs, deciding where I’m going to start. I can see how wet you are, and I want to taste it.
Daniel spread my outer lips and licked me slowly through the center, moaning as he went. He swept a broad tongue to each side of my clit and then over it. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the indulgence. Daniel felt my body submit to him, and he took control, lifting my hips from under me for leverage. He circled and sucked on my clit, slow and deliberate.
I was gripping the sheets, rocking my hips into more and more contact with Daniel’s savoring mouth. A memory of a hot day out for ice cream briefly surfaced. Daniel ate so slowly that the melted cream ran down the cone, onto his hands. Unbothered, he licked up the sticky sweetness, just as he now ran his tongue inside my thighs.
John had stepped aside to give him space, and climbed onto the bed next to me. He watched Daniel work with an approving smile, then took the phone from my side. “I think I’d better take over the typing for now,” he whispered. Then against my neck, he read for me what he wrote.
You give yourself over to me, and I’m awash in your nectar. I love the taste of you, your texture on my tongue. The mingling of our lips sends your hips vaulting upward, but I pin you down, spread you wider. You breathe through it; let the sensation overtake you.
His voice was dripping ; I licked the words off his lips and gripped handfuls of Daniel’s hair. “I want you both,” I moaned, arching as the pressure in my body grew.
John stroked my arms and pulled them over my head, holding my wrists down with one hand. He cupped a breast and squeezed, kissing it hard, sucking my nipple until it was erect and deeply sensitized. He let go of my wrists and cupped the other breast, sucking more; every flick of his tongue building that growing pressure in my core.
“You want us both, Claire? How do you want it?” John demanded, licking along the bottoms of my breasts.
“I need to feel your touch.” I barely could get the sentence out between gasps.
Daniel spread me apart further, slipped in his middle finger and found my gspot. “Come down here,” he said to John. “She’s delicious.”
John kneeled next to Daniel and stared at my , watching how Daniel was working me over, how responsive and hungry my body was for them. I propped myself up so I could see them. John gave me a wink and set his chin in the palm of Daniel’s hand, licking me up the center slow. I nearly came at the sight of it his tongue on my bare pussy, his cheeks pressed against Daniel’s fingers. The more he explored me, the more contact he had with Daniel. I watched them, wondering if anything would unfold between them in all this focus on me.
They settled into a steady rhythm: John’s lips an unbroken seal of reiteration around my clit; Daniel delivering reciprocating thrusts against my gspot. My every exhale was a moan. Then I heard Daniel’s voice.
“I think Claire needs a little more.”
John stopped and looked over to Daniel, then smiled at me. He slipped his finger into me under Daniel’s, their hands stacked and thrusting. I fell back onto the bed in a heap of obscenities. I was electrified by their joined touch. Daniel held me down with his free hand, and I felt his tongue on me once more. A second tongue made me let out a sound that could have woken my neighbors. I picked my head up and saw both their faces buried in me, tongues overlapping as they worked me over. I slapped my open palms down on the bed. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. My vision tunneled out. I grabbed their hair in handfuls; ground my hips against their faces. Fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Their moans and ragged breaths, all the wet sounds of their mouths and thrusting fingers enveloped me. Unrelenting pressure. Hair pulling. Back arching. I shattered.
Release flooded me in a scream. My legs threatened suffocation even as they shook through the waves of my climax. When I finally loosened my grips, Daniel grinned, “Try not to kill us, Claire. We’re not done.”
“If I die, I die,” John said, lapping up the last remaining tastes of me.
I lay on my back panting, wiping sweat from my brow. They climbed up on the bed and settled on either side of me, stroking my body. “You two,” I exhaled. “I am going to get to you once I can breathe again.” They laughed.
“I’m gonna do it. Just give me a minute,” I said, laughter spreading to me, too. “Actually, no, stand up.” They didn’t. “I’m serious, stand up.”
They stood on opposite sides of the bed, and I piled some pillows against the headboard to lay against. “You can get ready for me while I regroup. Daniel, take off his shirt,” I said gesturing toward John. Daniel gave me a suspicious side eye. “Are we suddenly shy?” I teased. He smirked and walked over to John. “Do it real slow, though. If I can’t do it myself, I want to at least get a vicarious thrill.”
John gave me a look of recognition; he knew I was going to push my luck here. He lifted his arms as Daniel peeled his Tshirt up his defined torso and over his head. “Thank you,” I grinned. “You two are quite a sight.” Color bloomed on Daniel’s face, and I even saw a little on John’s. This was going to be fun for me. I repositioned myself to face them better, spreading my legs a little bit.
“Look at each other. Really look. What do you think I find attractive on Daniel, John?”
He put his hands in his back pockets and took a step back to look Daniel over more fully. “I think you like his abs.”
“Duh, John. What else?”
They both laughed, though Daniel shifted under John’s gaze. He might have gotten used to mine, but this was new. His blushing spread to his chest as John’s eyes lingered on different parts of his body. “His lips,” John said. “And his jawline. That perpetual five o’clock shadow he has.” I bit my lip. He was not wrong.
“What about John, Daniel? What do I like?”
Daniel rubbed the stubble on his chin, surveying John. John adjusted his hair tie and settled his hands in a half tuck into his front pockets. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow to Daniel. “I’m gonna say his hands. And forearms.”
“Why?” I asked.
“You can tell he has a good grip. Strong hands. We know you like that,” Daniel teased. Also not wrong. “And because you’re an artist, I bet you love his shoulders and collarbones, and this deep V at his waistline.” It did draw the eye.
“That is very nice,” I cooed, staring. “I’d like to see more of it.” John moved to unbutton his pants. “Ahah,” I interrupted. “You do it,” I said to Daniel. I reached between my legs. “Slowly.”
John withdrew his hands from his fly in mock surrender. Daniel watched me for a beat as I started to touch myself. Then he closed the distance between them and unbuttoned John’s pants, taking his time to pull down the zipper. He folded down the front panels to reveal the waistband of black boxer briefs, and more of that delicious Vcut. My mouth watered, and I moved a hand up to my breast.
“Now his,” I rasped to John. Daniel’s jeans were a button fly, and John was methodical opening them up. They both focused their attention on his work. I pinched my nipple and rocked my hips. “You both were curious about me,” I murmured, “You never asked if I was curious about you. If I wondered how Daniel fucks. If I’ve wanted to know how John handles a woman in bed. Do you ever wonder that? How your friend uses his body?”
I crawled across the mattress and kneeled in front of them, pulling them toward me by their pockets. I ran my hands down John’s chest and stomach, and tugged his clothes down just a bit. I licked over his obliques, and tugged his boxer briefs down enough to let me follow the lines of that Vcut. I felt him suck in a breath. I pulled his pants down past his hips and pressed my lips over thick outline of his cock through his underwear. “Don’t you want to see how John fucks my mouth, Daniel?” I sighed.
“Fuck. Claire,” John rasped, a moan escaping his throat. I saw Daniel move to touch himself before he stilled the impulse. I stretched up to whisper in John’s ear so only he could hear. “You wanted to be enthralled,” I breathed, running my hand up and down the length of him. “Take off your pants.”
I moved over to Daniel, tracing a finger down the center of his deeply ridged abs, following that line right down to the waistline of his boxers. I reached both hands down and around into his pants, cupping his ass and pulling his hips closer to me before pushing the jeans down. I reached up through the leg of the boxers and found the thick length of him growing harder by the second. I stroked my hand lightly over him and let out an appreciative hum. “Don’t you want to see how Daniel gets his cock sucked, John?” I took the head in my mouth and licked over the fabric still separating us. I felt him twitch as he tried to get his breathing under control. He clasped his hands above his head, a gesture of restraint.
I pulled the waistband of Daniel’s boxers down and smiled at what awaited me. He was so hard in my hand, and I wanted to feel all his veining on my tongue. He started pulling the rest of his clothes off. I turned to John and he pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly. I hadn’t realized he would be this big; I was glad my gag reflex wasn’t sensitive. I pushed his boxer briefs down his legs and he stepped out of them. Every part of my wet mouth was crying out for contact. I was empty, a void of need. “Show me,” John intoned. “Suck his cock.”
A deep, buzzing thrill shot through my body at the command. I went from kneeling to gripping the edge of the bed with one hand and lowering to my forearm. Daniel lost his restraint and was stroking his cock. I opened my mouth in invitation, and he pressed the tip against the broadest part of my tongue. I could taste the slick arousal that had beaded at the slit. My mind went hazy as he pushed a little harder with each stroke. Delaying gratification, building anticipation this was the hardest part. I wanted that whole cock in my mouth and down my throat, but I intended to make him feel so good that he’d be having wet dreams about me a year from now. And I wanted John to watch.
I put my hand over Daniel’s to feel the speed and pressure he liked, and then took over. I licked from the base of his shaft up to the head, relishing his smooth skin and every ridged contour of his veins, the heat emanating from his body, the savory scent of sweat. I slid my tongue up the sides of his cock, sighs escaping me as I lingered in this profusion of sensory indulgence. He was slick with my saliva. Faintly perceptible pulses of heat surrounding my face were his quickening heartbeat. I was a magnet drawn to steel. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and stroked undulating circles around it with my tongue, flicking over the slit to taste his saltysweet arousal.
Fuuuuck. I heard and felt Daniel’s reaction to me; he held my head in place even as he tried to back away. I sucked the whole length of him into my mouth, and he moaned. His grip in my hair tightened and I wanted him even more. I bobbed up and down on his cock. My lips swelled from the delicious friction. He thrust over my tongue, hitting my throat. Saliva ran down my cheeks from the corner of my mouth as I closed my lips around him once again.
“She loves your cock,” John said through Daniel’s moans. “Look at her. Tell me what her pretty little mouth feels like.”
I worked Daniel harder at the sound of John’s voice. All I could think about was making him come hard and fill up my mouth with it.
” hell,” Daniel gasped. “I feel like my soul is leaving my body. Fuck, Claire.” He thrust into me once more and then stopped. “You have to stop. I don’t want to come yet, and I’m going to if you keep going.”
I took him deep into my throat once more and then withdrew, panting and wiping saliva from my chin. “Jesus Christ,” Daniel muttered, backing up against the wall, chest heaving. He had his hands in his hair and was trying to slow his breathing. “I need a break, and I want to watch you two.”
John leaned down and held my chin firmly in his hand, and spoke at a volume only I could hear. “Listen, Claire. This is intimate for me, and I usually wait a while. But goddamn if I don’t want it right now.” He pressed a finger hard against my parted lips, and I opened my mouth to suck on it. That familiar throbbing between my legs returned.
“You two are clearly down bad for each other,” Daniel said, laughing to himself a bit.
I stood up and pressed my body against John, the tip of his cock slick with anticipation and pressing between my navel and breastbone. I licked my palm and stroked him. “Is that right? Are you down bad for me, John?”I whispered. I ran my other fingers through his hair. “All those nights with me in your lap and in your bed… I know you’ve thought about this. I could feel how much you wanted to lick my pussy.” He pressed into my hand more with each word. “How many times have you dreamed about my hot” I breathed a kiss into his neck “wet” I licked across his ear “mouth. Sliding up and down your cock.” I stroked down his length further. “You don’t have to wait for it.” I felt his whole body yielding to me. “If there’s anything you don’t want me to do, just say bie zai, and I’ll stop right away. But I want your hard cock in my mouth.”
His breath grew more uneven, more audible. I stroked him a little faster, and I felt his fingertips against my scalp. “Will you give it to me?” I sighed into his ear, breathy and begging. I dragged my hands down his chest and torso as I sank to my knees before him.
“She’s begging for it, John,” Daniel said, walking around behind me and holding my head in place. I could feel his hard cock against my neck and hair. “Don’t make her wait for it.” He pulled a finger across my wet, parted lips, and tugged at the corner of my mouth before dragging it across my cheek. “Fuck her mouth, John. She wants it.”
I looked in John’s eyes as he pushed the head of his cock between my lips. I licked slow circles over it. I pulled my tongue back and forth over his frenulum and moaned. I wanted more. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in further, encouraging him to thrust into me and covering his cock with my saliva. Daniel pushed me further onto John’s cock, and the head hit my throat. Pressure built between my legs. John thrust again, and I could feel his abs tensing under my hands. He raked his fingers through my hair and kept a tight hold on me. I loved the feeling of being controlled by both of them. Daniel gave my cheeks three light taps as John kept thrusting. “Good girl, Claire. Keep taking that cock.” I pulled John into me as far as he could go and held him there.
“Oh god,” John moaned.
“Fuck yes, Claire. Swallow his cock,” Daniel said, gripping my hair tighter. I could feel his cock pressing into me hard. I cupped John’s balls and swallowed him over and over. I pressed a finger against his asshole and kept swallowing, saliva running down my jaw. He arched harder into my throat. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Oh, you love it, don’t you, John?” Daniel spread my saliva across my face and held my chin in place.
John pulled out urgently and sat back on the bed. ” Christ, I need a minute. I don’t want to come.”
Daniel got in front of me and held me by my hair. “You are so hot sucking cock like that, Claire.” I took him in my mouth again. “Did we figure out what you like best? You like getting that pretty mouth fucked?” He thrust in and out, moaning every time my tongue went over the head.
I was getting desperate to have both of them inside me. I stood up and pushed Daniel back onto the bed. He smiled and scooted back to the pillows, propping himself up for a view. I crawled over to him and resumed sucking his cock with an inviting arch in my back and my ass in the air. I saw John get up, and before I knew it, he had my hips in his hands. Pressing against me. Teasing me.
“John,” I gasped, pushing my hips back into him. He pressed a hand into the small of my back and stroked down to my neck. I felt him grip my hair and my head was suddenly jerked back. I panted a laugh, so close to getting what I wanted. “Yes. Fuck. Give it to me,” I growled.
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