“Baby,” Derek’s voice broke through to me, “You’ve gotta breathe. You’re holding your breath and you’ll pass out.”
My eyes flew open. I met Brett’s intense gaze and nodded, taking a measured, slow breath and relaxed my tensed muscles so I could accept all of his length inside me. I felt him, all of him, as he moved inside me, his thrusts deep and fast. Sweat shone on his brow as he leaned in to kiss me. My lips clung to his. Derek’s arms tightened around me and I felt the solid support of his body, slick with sweat, behind me. Brett hooked one of my legs over his hips and changed up the angle, going in deep and slower with his thrusts as if each one was deliberately designed to erode what little control I had left. I was afraid of the orgasm I felt building inside me. I couldn’t fight it back. There was nothing I could do to stop it, even though I felt like I would tear me apart, that I’d black out because the pleasure was already too powerful. I’d lose my sanity entirely. I already had, maybe. I reached down and grabbed Derek’s hand, laced my fingers with his and held on.
“I’ve got you, baby, I’ll hold you the whole time. Just let go,” he begged from behind me.
His mouth was at my neck, his other arm around my stomach, as I watched Brett move in and out of me, shattering my resistance until I was crying out with every thrust and jerking, shrieking with my orgasm. Brett never stopped, his rhythm like the moon pulling the tides until I felt him tighten and spill with a hot rush inside me. It was new, foreign to feel that sensation and I bucked in Derek’s arms when Brett came. Then he rolled off of me and embraced me. I let him hold me, stroke my hair, whisper that I was so beautiful.
Brett had been so deep inside of me, and I felt so connected to him. My whole body shook from the aftermath, like I was coming off of a high. He reached out and gripped my hand in his, our fingers laced together. It felt like that link to him was the only thing keeping me from floating away. My body gave little involuntary jerks as if the orgasm itself was earthquake-strong with aftershocks all its own.
Derek slid off the bed, came back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned up the remnants of my lovemaking with Brett, and then he spooned behind me, holding me loosely, reassuringly, as Brett and I kissed and touched, as Brett petted me and whispered to me. He kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my face a hundred times. I leaned on his shoulder and rested there. Derek held me close against his chest as well, and I felt utterly safe, secure, tired.
“Not too tired for me, I hope,” Derek’s voice came, as if he knew what I’d been thinking. He stroked my face gently.
“I need a minute,” I said, drifting off between them, cradled in their arms. I fell asleep, sweetly, warm and safe.
After a while, I woke to Derek nuzzling my neck. “Mmm,” I sighed with a sleepy smile.
“I let you sleep for an hour. It damn near killed me. I don’t think I can wait any longer. Lying this close to you, smelling your sweet pussy in this room, and the flashes of how hot it was watching the two of you, holding you while you did it.”
I felt him go hard behind me. I let my eyes flicker open. Brett was smiling down at me, face to face. He kissed me awake, softly, gently.
“You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever known,” he said as Derek ran his hands up and down my sides, pulling goosebumps from my flesh.
“You’re pretty amazing too,” I said in return.
“Hey, what about me?” Derek joked from behind me.
“I want you, Derek. I wanted you at the bar, in the bathroom. And now. You turn me on. I want you face to face. I want something intimate with you. Last time we were playful, you were behind me and it was hot, but I want more of you this time,” I said. “I want to watch your face while you fuck me.”
“Do you want to sit in my lap or do you want to go into the bathroom and let me do you like I wanted to at the bar?”
“Why not both?” I said and Brett chuckled.
“We picked the right girl,” he said, “I’m up for whatever you decide.”
“Bathroom,” I said.
Derek scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom we all shared. He lifted me onto the edge of the sink, and I held on. He knelt on the tile floor, his mouth between my legs. I groaned, just from the memory of him eating me out the first time, his lips and tongue sucking and licking in all the most sensitive places. The sexy stubble on his jaw scraped the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I tensed in the best way as the heat of his tongue licked just around the spot where I wanted him, tasting me while Brett stood in the doorway, his boxer briefs back on. His cock stood out in them, letting me see that it aroused him to watch me draped naked over the sink while Derek lapped at me. One of my dangling legs kicked out when Derek hit a certain spot. He spread my folds and put two fingers inside of me, crooking them and stroking as my stomach muscles tightened, and I fisted my hand in his hair. I remembered again the difference in the way the two of them made love, how Brett was slow and measured while Derek was wilder, faster. I wanted that now. I wanted to be fucked hard and deep and swift. So I sat up more, tugged his face up to look at me.
“I want you,” I said, “So quit teasing me.”
“Teasing? I could lick your delicious pussy for hours. I wouldn’t mind a chance to try.”
“You don’t have to brag. I already know you’re good,” I told him, my voice coming out in funny gasps, “And I wanted to do it against the sink like I’d imagined, but the porcelain is digging into my ass in a not-good way,” I said.
“I got this,” Brett said, stepping forward and picking me up. He turned my back to him and leaned against the sink, “I’ll hold you up.”
There I was, pressed to his chest, his arm beneath my thighs, holding me like a really hot, muscular human chair.
“Now this is some hot yoga,” I said.
Derek reached for me, kissed me, and moved between my legs. I wrapped my legs around him. We shifted around so Brett could hold me securely, his mouth on my neck, then my ear, keeping me turned on. Derek dipped his head and sucked my tight, sensitive nipple between his lips. I rolled my lips under to suppress the moan I felt building in my throat. Brett’s hand was on my stomach, and he splayed his fingers, the edge of his thumb tracking along the underside of my breast while Derek worked my nipple with his tongue. I was panting, wanting. My fingers clawed at Derek’s broad shoulders, needing all of him inside me. I felt weightless, free from gravity as Brett held me up, and Derek drew back, pressed the head of his cock to my slit. He held it with one hand, stroking even as he fed it into me a little at a time. Then he was seated in me completely, and I arched back, grinding my clit against his pelvis, impaled on his big cock and wanting more friction.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said again, “let me love you.”
He rolled his hips, moving his cock inside of me, hitting every spot in my tight passage before moving out and in again. The sensation sent spirals of pleasure rocketing through me as he swiveled his hips, rotating his cock to brush against everything inside me. I held on to his shoulders as he took me, and Brett saw to me from behind, his hand on my stomach dipping down and rubbing my clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger and plucking at it, sending intense shudders through me that no amount of batteries in a rabbit had ever compared to. I loved having sex with Derek, loved the energy he put into it. He was all raw desire and the power to back it up. It was luscious, having his unsheathed length within me. I clenched around him greedily, loving the way he used his cock, swirling it inside me. It felt so sexy, made me feel like a goddess. My eyes locked with Derek’s and it was like his inner animal was unleashed. I sucked on my lower lip as Derek thrust into me with abandon. Gone was the insinuating rub of his cock artfully grinding against me. Now it was all need, all unquenchable need. I felt him thicken inside me, felt the flare and pulse of his flesh in my body, sliding along my snug passage. Brett bit my shoulder, just a light scrape of his teeth that gave an edge to the building pleasure. Derek took the sound I made as further encouragement and lifted my hips to a hig
her angle so his cock hit that spot inside me that made my vision go black and spotted while some new heartbeat seemed to pulse within me, an orgasm building so sharp and fast that it felt like an icy chill creeping up from the soles of my feet, like I was about to be dragged under by a tidal wave.
“Oh! Oh!”
I was crying out as Brett tugged and squeezed my swollen clit, and Derek pumped into me. The sight of his narrow hips rocking hard and fast, his jutting erection disappearing into me again and again, was incredibly erotic. So was the hand that came from behind me and worked me until I was screaming, a high-pitched wail that went on as my orgasm crashed over me. I’d never felt anything like it. It was a hot rush, and I lost control of all my muscles, jerking and flailing so that if Brett hadn’t held on to me, I probably would’ve had a head injury to explain to the ER nurses. I called out both their names again and again as Derek finished inside me, slammed into me and kissed my mouth hard. Our teeth hit together as we kissed, desperate, still joined, sweaty and satisfied.
Brett said something to Derek, and then Derek’s hands under my legs took my weight and Brett stepped away. I slid down Derek’s bare body and stood on my feet. I smiled at him.
“That was awesome,” he said, grinning, “but we need to give Brett the bathroom for a few minutes.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said, thinking he needed to pee.
“I can’t hold you like that, smell and hear you like that and not get hard. I’ll just take a quick shower, and then I’ll join you in bed. Get some sleep,” he said. He was being so considerate—we’d turned him on, and he’d gotten me off again, and then wanted to let me sleep while he found relief on his own.
“No,” I said insistently, “No pairing off, and no getting left behind. I mean it. If you’re staying in here, I’m staying, too. Maybe I can help.”
“You’ve got to be tired.”
“Tomorrow’s my day off from Envy. I don’t have to be at the bar till six-thirty. So I can sleep in,” I said, “What? Should I go put on something sexy?” I asked.
“There is nothing sexier than what I’m looking at already,” Brett said, his voice rough. It did something to me
I was standing there completely naked in front of Brett. Derek gave a chuckle, “Girl has more stamina than me. I’m all for watching if I can sit down, but I’m pretty wiped after that performance.”
“Shall we move to the bed?” I said archly.
“Yes,” he said, “It’s not like I can say no to an offer like that.”
“I can’t leave my men unsatisfied,” I said, my voice a kittenish purr. I was really feeling like a temptress, like a woman who needed two men to meet her needs, a woman who could bring a big, strong cop to his knees.
“Damn,” he swore.
Derek lay back on the mattress, arms crossed behind his head like he was getting comfortable to watch a ball game. I smiled at his obvious relaxation. I pointed to the bed, and, to my surprise, Brett stretched out on it in his boxer briefs. I crawled across the mattress to him and straddled his stomach. Leaning down, I brushed my lips against his briefly, tantalizing.
“So, I heard I turn you on. Did you like that? Did you like holding me while Derek had his way with me? Knowing you could flip me around and take me yourself anytime you wanted?” I dragged the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip, “I would’ve let you. I’d let you do practically anything, Brett.”
“God, Lynette, are you trying to kill me?” he said, pinned under me on the bed. His hands curved over my bottom, lifting me and rubbing me against his burgeoning erection. I could feel the damp patch on his boxers from his wetness. I could smell the faint musk that was his distinctive scent, and my body responded to it just like that first time. Something primitive made my pulse kick up, my body rocket from zero to sixty—okay, more like from thirty to a hundred. It was a mating urge I couldn’t even begin to explain, but Brett, the scent of him, the taste of him, had done something to me, marked me out as his. Something about him, something he held back felt mysterious, made him irresistible to me in a different way than open, funny Derek was attractive.
Brett moved me somehow. His unselfish willingness to go get himself off so I could rest, combined with that jealous growl of his in the bar bathroom left me with a contradiction I wanted to understand. For the moment, I sat on his lower abdomen—rock hard with ridges of muscle—and trailed my fingers lightly down his chest, scratching ever so slightly, just to see how he responded. If the hardening of his manhood behind me was any indication, he liked it. I leaned down, letting my hair fall on his face, my bare, tender nipples rub against his chest.
“Oh God, yes,” he groaned. His fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of my butt, and he rocked me over him.
I moved my mouth to his. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue driving in my mouth. It was sexy, the urgency of it, and my body responded. My nipples tightened, and my toes curled. I felt his arms tighten like iron bands around my waist, pressing me flush against his chest. His hand gripped my tangled hair. When I tried to sit up, he held me there. He let me lift my head enough that he could drag my face up to meet his mouth with mine. Then he flipped me on my back, hands still in my hair.
“Do you know what that did to me? Holding you still so he could fuck you? It was torture. The best kind. I could feel every response you had, could feel the way you shifted in my arms, the just—the flood of wetness when I pinched your clit like that. I just held you there, sucked your earlobe and your neck, lent a hand when I had a chance, but when you came, I wanted so fiercely for it to be me and only me who made you do that. I wanted to know that you came from my hand, not Derek’s dick. I wanted to make you mine, keep you that way.”
“Then fuck me. Right now,” I said, as demanding as I could be.
With that, he kissed his way down my neck to my breasts, tasted each nipple briefly, then settled his mouth on my stomach and dipping his face into the curls that grew between my legs. He opened me with his fingers and took a long lick, then he made a humming sound of gratification. He found my clit easily and sucked on it like it was his job. I was humming myself, twisting and bucking against his mouth. I never wanted it to be over, but at the same time, I wanted him to give it to me, be rougher with me, take me harder. So I gasped out directions, “Harder! Please! Faster!”
In response, he moved up my body. Tremors had already started in my legs, in the folds of my sex, as he licked his way up my stomach and chest, his hand replacing his mouth to rub my clit furiously back and forth. It should have felt perfunctory, a thing he was doing to increase my sensation so he could penetrate me, but it wound me up. Something about it, about the way he rubbed me like he had a goal in mind, like I was about to board a roller coaster with only one very steep hill, made me edgy and anxious.
“Derek,” I said.
Derek sat up from his pose as audience and joined us. “Kiss me,” I said. He obeyed, his mouth leisurely on mine, rocking over my lips and kissing me slowly. My chest felt tight from his kiss, from the relief of it. I felt like I could pour my frustration into that kiss, my anxiety about the joining to come. Because things had gotten too personal with Brett—less like a wild night among friends with benefits and more like a one on one with a man who had serious intentions toward me. I needed Derek to buffer that, to join back in and keep things lighter.
So his kiss was everything I needed at that moment, something to break the tension between me and the man who was playing my naked body like a violin. Brett’s mouth was on my thigh, then he kissed my mound, kissed me with his mouth open like he would have kissed my mouth. The wet, open-mouthed intensity of it took me over the edge, crying out into Derek’s mouth as he kissed me. As I writhed, still in the grip of climax, Brett entered me, thrusting hard and deep so that I convulsed around him in another orgasm immediately. The feeling of him penetrating me when I was so overloaded with pleasurable sensation had been too much and set me quivering around him.
Brett lay down on me, pressing me hard into the
mattress, his pelvis aligned with my clit. He started to rock against me, his cock still within me. With every slide against his pelvis, my clit throbbed, and I started to grind against him. Derek still kissed me, my right arm holding his head down over mine Brett ground into me until I thought I’d faint, overcome by the euphoria that was building in my body all over again. He seized my hands and pressed them down against the bed so I was helpless.
Derek lifted his mouth from mine at the shocked shiver that ran through me, “Do you like that?” he said solicitously.
Eyes wide, I nodded. I did like it. I liked being subject to them both. He kissed me again, softly nipping at my bottom lip as Brett stayed buried deep inside me, grinding his pelvis into me, putting so much rhythmic pressure on my sweet spot that I was keening, tears spilling from my eyes at the relentless onslaught of ecstasy. I came again and again. Still, Brett didn’t stop. When I didn’t think I could take more, he released my hands, levered up off of me and started to thrust.
I used my hands to push myself up. He let me sit up, withdrawing from me. I turned around, faced Derek.
“Come here,” I said to him. He obeyed.
I felt weak, too vulnerable. I didn’t want to be face to face with Brett when he came. So I turned to Derek. I whispered to him. He passed Brett the lube and lay back. I took his cock, hard again from watching us, from kissing me, and I fondled it. I stroked the silky flesh, turned on by his sweetness, his concern for me, his willingness to do whatever I asked. Turned on by the slick, lewd sounds of Brett rubbing lube on his own cock behind me. I got between Derek’s legs, stroking his cock, and I took the soft, flaring head into my mouth. I kissed it the way Brett had kissed my mound, like I was making love to his mouth only filthier. He fisted his hand in my hair.
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