I moaned and spread my legs so he could see my wet and swollen sex. "That's it, touch yourself," he muttered as he slid his jeans down his legs. "Put two fingers in your pussy. I want to watch you fuck yourself."
I closed my eyes and slid my fingers inside me. I bit my lip, surprised at how wet I was. My juices trickled from me as my fingers plunged in and out of me.
"Let me taste you," Brett groaned and grabbed me, sliding me so that my sex was right at the edge of the chair. He put his hands on the inside of my thighs and spread them wide. He studied me for a second before leaning in and licking my pussy from top to bottom in one long stroke of his tongue.
I cried out and grabbed at his hair, clutching it with my fingers. I started circling my hips against his mouth, grinding against his face. He pulled away and I lifted my head to look down at him. "Lizzie, you're so fucking wet. Maybe I do want to tattoo you more often."
"Brett," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Don't stop, please."
"I want you to come all over my face baby. Don't hold back," he said softly before slipping two fingers inside me. Over the past few months, Brett had taught my body to squirt. He loved it when I came so hard I would cover him in my juices. It didn't happen every time we had sex, usually just when I was super turned on and tonight, I definitely was.
I made a sound deep in my throat as his fingers found the sensitive spot on the inside wall of my pussy and pressed gently. He leaned back in and took my clit between his lips, sucking gently. I almost came up off the table, screaming as an orgasm ripped through me, my juices rushing out of me. He kept his mouth on me and his fingers inside of me, letting me ride out my orgasm, the walls of my sex pulsing around his fingers.
He let go of my clit and kissed the wet inside of my thigh. Fuck. I hadn't come like that in a long time. My body was shaking and my chest was heaving with my labored breath. I was pretty sure I blacked out for a sec.
"Well that looks like fun. Mind if I join in?"
Holy shit, I knew that voice anywhere; it was Sebastian, Brett's best friend I'd slept with months ago while he watched. What the hell was he doing there? How did he get in? I never heard the door open.
Brett moved from between my legs and grinned at me. "Surprise, baby. Here's your Valentine's day present."
Sebastian glanced over at me and my face got warm. I'm not sure why I was embarrassed by him finding me naked and spread eagle on the table. He had touched, kissed, and licked the most intimate parts of me. I glanced around for my shirt, finally spotting it in the far corner of the room. Oh well, no sense in being modest now.
My jaw dropped; he'd gotten me another night with Sebastian? But it was Valentine's Day. I wanted to be with him.
My confusion must have been written all over my face. "You get both of us tonight."
Despite the intense release I just had, my sex clenched at the thought of being sandwiched between these two men tonight. I almost laughed out loud though; most men got their women candy or jewelry for Valentine's Day. My man got me a threesome. It was perfect though.
"Looks like I interrupted something," Sebastian muttered, walking closer, his gaze roving all over my body, stopping to settle on my swollen and wet pussy.
Brett grinned at me. "Lizzie was getting her first tattoo while we waited for you." He pointed to it. "Check it out." How was he not totally embarrassed being naked and having a raging hard on with his best friend in the room?
"It didn't really look like there was any tattooing going on when I walked in," he chuckled as he walked over next to the table, his blue eyes on mine before looking down to check out the tattoo Brett had just done on me. "Nice. A 'B' and 'L'?" he asked, his eyes moving back to mine.
"Yep. I designed it. We just got done. Who knew putting a tattoo on my girlfriend would be so fucking hot."
"I can imagine," he murmured, reaching out to trace his finger around the sensitive flesh on my hip. I flinched at his touch, almost as if he'd burned me. "Do you not want me to touch you?
I glanced over to Brett whose face was naked with desire while he watched his friend touch me. I still couldn't believe Brett had planned this for Valentine's Day.
I had to admit, since that night I slept with Sebastian while Brett watched, I hadn't gotten him out of my mind. I had fantasies about being with him again, even thinking about what it would be like to be with both Brett and Sebastian at the same time. In fact, I'd been thinking about bringing it up to him myself, but I was still a little bit shy about telling my boyfriend I wanted to fuck his best friend. Maybe I gave off some sort of vibe about my desires. Brett was usually pretty good at knowing what I wanted before I did.
"It's not that," I stammered, not sure what to say. What was the etiquette for being caught naked and being touched by your boyfriend's best friend?
He glanced down between my legs again. "So wet," he murmured. "Did you just squirt?" He asked, nodding to Brett, who's face was still covered with my juices.
"Yes," I replied. I couldn't believe he was asking me that.
"That's fucking hot," he grinned. "Did Brett teach you how to do that?"
I nodded again. He was going to think I was an idiot.
"Mmm...I'd like to see that," he murmured, slipping out of his leather coat. He was wearing a tight black muscle shirt underneath that hugged every muscle. His erection was outlined in his tight jeans. I licked my lips, remembering the way his cock felt inside me.
"Lay back, Lizzie," he said firmly, walking around to the end of the chair so he was standing between my legs. "Spread your legs wide for me."
I looked over at Brett and he nodded at me. He had one hand around his cock and was stroking it as he watched us.
I did as Sebastian told me, spreading my legs wider for him to view my wet and swollen pussy. I swallowed hard, determined to put the feelings of modesty and embarrassment aside and enjoy these two hot men I was with. It was time to embrace my inner slut.
"Good girl," he muttered, sliding his hands up my thighs. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "You smell as amazing as I remember. I wonder if you taste as good as I remember."
A soft whimper escaped my lips as Sebastian practically lunged at my pussy, attacking it with my mouth. My body bowed off the table as he assaulted my sex with his tongue. I clutched the edge, crying out when he slid two fingers inside me.
I turned my head to find Brett standing next to me, his cock at the perfect level with my mouth. I reached for it with my hand and guided it to my lips. He gripped the back of my head and began to move his cock in and out of my wet mouth while Sebastian covered my pussy with his entire mouth and sucked gently.
The room was soon filled with the moans and wet sounds of our bodies. Sebastian was slurping and sucking at me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm over and over before stopping. Brett's cock was moving faster in and out of my mouth, my moans muffled. His hand cupped my breast, teasing my nipples, pinching and pulling on them. My nipples were super sensitive and Brett had been able to bring me to orgasm on more than one occasion just from playing with them.
"Make her squirt, man," Brett said harshly, his fingers threaded in my hair. "I want to come in her mouth while you make her come all over."
I looked up at Brett and whimpered around his cock. My body was wound tight now and I was afraid that an orgasm would be my undoing.
"With pleasure, my friend," Sebastian replied, pausing from sucking on my pussy to answer Brett.
My hand moved between Brett's legs to tease his balls. He loved when I played with them while I sucked his cock. My finger slid back, teasing the patch of skin between his balls and anus. He groaned and shuddered. "Fuck, Lizzie. I'm going to come soon."
I pulled back from him, allowing his cock to slip from my mouth, wet with my saliva. "I want you to come all over my tits," I urged him, my fingers encircling his cock, stroking him hard.
"Fuck yeah, cover her," Sebastian muttered, his words muffled by my sex.
Brett nodded down at me and I began
to stroke him faster while Sebastian slid three fingers inside me. My other hand clutched his head, fingers threaded in his long hair and holding him against me. He began to suck my clit, his tongue flicking over my swollen nub. He made a 'come here' motion inside me and I came undone. I screamed and saw fireworks behind my eyes as an orgasm tore through me. My juices gushed out of me and I lifted my head to watch them cover Sebastian's face.
"Fuck," Brett muttered, stroking his cock as he watched. He'd taken over with his hand since I was lost in the throes of a mind-numbing orgasm. He grunted and grabbed my breast as he came all over my chest.
Sebastian moved from between my legs to the other side of the table, stroking his cock quickly. "I'm going to come all over you, sexy."
"Yes," I arched my back and rubbed Brett's sperm all over me. "Cover me too."
Sebastian grinned at Brett. "You've really turned her into quite the slut, haven't you?"
Brett smiled back before glancing down at me. "Well, she's my slut, but yes, she's turned into quite the dirty girl."
"Mmhmm," he groaned, his face changing as he approached his orgasm. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed my breast, helping me to rub Brett's cum all over me. He moaned and began to squirt his own cum all over my chest, covering my tits with his spunk.
He shuddered one last time before opening his eyes. "Shit, man. That was hot."
Brett leaned down to kiss me, ravishing my mouth with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing up into him. I'd just had two killer orgasms, but I wanted him like never before; I wanted to feel him deep inside me, owning me like only he could.
He tore his lips from mine and reached up to stroke my face. "Let's go home and bring Sebastian. Baby, let us both pleasure you tonight," he whispered.
I glanced over to Sebastian who was watching us with a small smile on his face. "Let us make you feel amazing," he muttered, reaching out to touch the other side of my face.
I bit my lip and looked back and forth between the two men. "You already have made me feel amazing."
They looked at each other and chuckled. "Oh Gorgeous, we haven't even begun to make you feel good."
I couldn't believe my fantasy was about to come true. It was exciting and a bit overwhelming. I trusted both of them though and knew if I asked them to stop at any time, they would.
"Ok, let's do it," I nodded, grinning at them.
Brett kissed my lips quickly before grabbing my hand to help me sit up. "Let's get you cleaned up." He slipped his jeans back on quick before going to the sink around the corner.
While I waited for him to return, I couldn't help but watch Sebastian getting dressed. His body was covered in tattoos just like Brett's but he was taller than him, longer and leaner, kind of like his dick. I shivered in anticipation, thinking about being stuck between these two men.
"Cold?" he asked.
I rubbed my arm and shook my head. "Not really, just had a shiver."
Brett came back into the room with a wet washcloth. He began to slowly clean their cum off of my chest and stomach. He was so gentle. For a man that could fuck me so hard I was screaming, he had an amazingly soft touch.
He took a second washcloth and cleaned between my legs. "God, Lizzie, how sexy," he murmured as he quickly cleaned my own juices from me. When I first met him, something like this would have probably grossed me out and embarrassed me; I for sure never would have thought anyone would find it sexy. I'd learned that the messier I got, the more he liked it. He always joked it meant he was doing his job at getting me off.
Before handing me my clothes, he paused to plant a soft kiss on the tattoo he'd just gotten done putting on me. "I love you," he murmured.
I touched his cheek and smiled. "I love you too."
He always made sure to tell me he loved me when we got kinky like this. He didn't want me to think he was with me for the sex.
"I'm going to go have a smoke and meet you back at your place, ok?" Sebastian said, putting his leather jacket back on.
"Still have the address?" Brett asked as he zipped up his jeans.
"Yep, I'll be there soon," he winked at me and my nipples got hard immediately. He walked out before I even had a chance to respond.
Sebastian was such a mystery to me. I supposed that was part of his appeal. Even when I asked Brett about his past and where he lived and if he was with anyone, Brett just shrugged. He'd been in the military for a while and had sort of been a loner since coming back from Afghanistan a couple of years ago. He drifted in and out of our lives since I'd known Brett, coming to town for a night or two before heading back out on his motorcycle.
We finished getting dressed and headed back to Brett's office. He pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist. His hands came up to cup my face while his eyes searched mine. "Are you okay?" he asked.
I reached up to touch his hand with mine. "Very," I whispered. "This is the best Valentine's Day ever."
"If at any time tonight you change or mind or don't like something, tell us, ok?"
"I will," I replied, giving him a firm nod of my head.
"Good." He pulled away from me. "Now let's get that sexy ass home so Sebastian and I can do all sorts of naughty things to it." He grinned and smacked my ass as I leaned over to grab my purse from his couch. I squealed and laughed, swinging my purse over my shoulder.
"You head home and I'm going to make sure things are locked up here and I'll be right behind you, ok?"
"Yes, sir," I said, reaching up to kiss his cheek before heading out the door.
It was dark out now and the night air cool. I shivered and got into my car, starting it up so I could get the heat on. Hopefully it wasn't too cold for Sebastian on his motorcycle, although I'm sure he wasn't as wimpy as I was when it came to the weather.
I started the short drive home, thinking about what had just happened and what was about to happen. The thought that turned me on the most was being filled with both men at once. Brett and I had anal sex regularly and I loved it. He was so good at going slow and making sure my body was ready for him there. The way he filled me up was delicious and once we'd tried it, I couldn't get enough.
My body began to tingle thinking about Brett behind me, fucking my ass, while Sebastian's cock was in my pussy. I brought my hand up to my breast, squeezing it through my shirt. My jeans were soaked from my excitement in no time. God, Brett had turned me into such a slut.
I pulled in the parking lot of our apartment complex to find Sebastian already there, leaning against his motorcycle. He stood up straight and walked with me to the door of our apartment. "Hey," he said. "Where's Brett?"
I unlocked the door, wondering if he noticed how my hand was shaking. "He was just locking up. He should be here soon." I walked inside, painfully aware of how close he was to me. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent. He smelled like cigarettes mixed with soap.
I set my purse down on the counter. "Make yourself at home, I'm going to take a quick shower."
"Yeah, you probably need one, huh?" he grinned at me.
My face felt warm. After what we'd just done, how could I be embarrassed around him? "Yeah." I pointed to the fridge. "There's beer in there and the remote should be by the couch."
He nodded in return and sat down on the couch in the living room. I turned around and headed into our bathroom. Before they touched me anymore, I needed to get cleaned up. Sure Brett had gotten most of the cum off of me with the washcloth, but I still felt dirty.
I shut our bathroom door and turned on the water, letting it get hot while I undressed. What would I wear when I was done? Lingerie? Nothing? I had no idea what the protocol for these things were.
Brett and Sebastian had shared a few women in the past so this wasn't the first time they'd done this. More often than not, Brett would just watch while Sebastian would fuck the girl, but tonight he wanted to join in; I was one lucky girl.
I put my hair up in a messy bun so it wouldn't get wet and stepped in the shower. I reac
hed for my soap when I heard Brett arrive home. Their voices were muffled in the other room and I wondered what they were talking about. Were they making a game plan on how to tag team me? I giggled at the thought of them drawing up a diagrams and stuff for how they were both going to fuck me.
There was a soft knock on the door. "Hey Gorgeous, how ya doing?" Brett asked softly, opening the door and coming into the steam-filled bathroom.
"I'm good," I replied, standing under the shower to rinse the soap off of my body.
He pulled the curtain back a bit, sneaking a peek at me with a grin. "Good. We're anxious for you to get done. Just put on your robe, ok?"
I bit my lip and nodded. "Ok."
He left the room and I turned off the water, grabbing the over-sized towel hanging behind the door. I dried off my body slowly before putting some lotion all over my arms and legs. I took my short silk robe off of the hook on the wall and slipped it on. I reached for the door knob and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
I opened the door, surprised to find both men in just their jeans sitting on the bed. My breath hitched, overwhelmed at the thought of these two waiting here for me – to fuck me.
Brett smiled and got off the bed, coming over to me. He reached up and released my hair from the clip holding it up. "We might want to pull this later," he teased, running a finger down my neck and over my chest. "Ready for this, Lizzie?" He asked. "Now's your last chance to change your mind."
I glanced over at Sebastian who flashed me a soft smile. I looked back at Brett, reaching for his hands and gripping them with determination. "I'm ready."
"Good," he said, leaning forward and kissing my cheek. He took my hand and led me over to the bed. He climbed on, leaving me standing by the edge. He reached for the knot I had in the robe of my belt and tugged it loose. My robe fell open and my sex felt heavy in anticipation of what was about to happen. They'd promised me pleasure like I'd never known. What did that even mean? Well, I was about to find out.
Brett pulled me down onto the bed while Sebastian pushed my robe down my arms. He reached down and cupped a breast, his thumb stroking the nipple into a tight peak of desire. He leaned down and took it into his mouth, sucking gently. I moaned and closed my eyes, my hand clutching his head against me.
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