At first, Olivia thought she was imagining the probing flicks between her thighs. That it was part of some far-too-sensual dream she didn’t want to wake up from. Then audacious fingers dug into them and spread her legs farther apart.
She was being licked again and again. A fast stream of air blew onto her wet pussy as a pair of thumbs parted her. It made her toes curl. Then she opened her eyes and nudged the sheets back to find a redhead lapping at her like a cat trying to get the last bit of cream.
Clint pushed her legs up onto his shoulders and went back to work circling his tongue around her clit.
“Good morning,” she said. Her voice came out sounding husky and unexercised, but really it was the combination of the early hour and her arousal.
“Mmm.” He rubbed his stubbly chin back and forth across her sex then flicked his tongue into her slit, where he sucked and kissed her.
She gasped and clamped her thighs against his head in an effort to push him back a couple of inches so she could catch her breath. She didn’t want to come already. She didn’t want to use up her one orgasm on oral, when she could have his enormous cock inside her.
“Wait,” she whispered and threaded her fingers through his hair. “Just wait.”
He stopped fucking her with his tongue long enough to say, “Want you,” and he went right back to work.
“Oh, no.” She put her head back and moaned then arched up off the bed. Ken was propped up on his side, staring at her.
She exhaled through her opened mouth and felt her face contorting into some grotesque thing as Clint slipped one finger, then another, inside her. He scissored them and never stopped sucking her, unhinging her.
She let go of his hair and instead grabbed at the sheets, where she scratched at them for purchase as a wordless keening noise escaped her throat.
“Is it good?” Ken asked. He rubbed sleepy eyes, and a smug grin pulled at his lips.
All she could do was moan.
She closed her eyes and tried to suppress the mounting orgasm. To think about anything beyond the tingles radiating up to her belly or the little shocks of pleasure-pain that made her tighten around Clint’s fingers every time he nipped at her clit.
No, no, no!
She couldn’t push it down, though. Couldn’t ignore all the sensation rippling through her.
“Fuck!” she pounded the sheets, and her toes cramped from her curling them.
She trembled as if she were freezing, and the sensation was further escalated by Ken’s pinch of her right nipple through her borrowed shirt.
“He wants you to come, Liv. Go ahead and come on his tongue, so we can all get back to sleep.”
“Y-you’re evil,” she said and managed to grab his wrist before he could reach back in for a second helping.
“I want to see you come, too. I want to see your face when he licks you off.”
“No,” she said then tried to close her legs and roll away from Clint, but he was too strong, and he knew she liked it too much. “I have to fly home today. If I’m going to come, I want cock.”
Ken chuckled and managed to dart his hand to her left nipple for a pinch. “I think he’s challenging you. He thinks he’s going to get more than one orgasm out of you.”
“N-not going to h-happen.”
Clint fluttered his fingertips against her G-spot, and she grabbed at his hair again before shrieking out her frustration.
She was so close. She was wound so tight, she feared she’d pop and combust.
Ken leaned in closer and put his mouth against her left ear. He tickled her lobe with the end of his labret spike. “Do you trust him?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. She didn’t know why, but she did.
“Then show him.” Ken’s cock grazed her belly through his boxer briefs as he shifted closer, and she grabbed it without thinking. Idly, she fondled the head and massaged while willing herself to stop fighting Clint’s pleasures.
He sucked, flicked, probed, and after a surprising swat to her vulva, she came, screaming, and possibly waking everyone on the floor, but she didn’t care.
Couldn’t care.
Ken groaned and eased her viselike grip away from his cock as Clint lifted the covers over his head. He crawled up the bed, his green eyes bright with hunger or anticipation. He lay down next to her and wordlessly pulled her on top of him.
For a while, he just stared at her, saying nothing, as if he were trying to memorize her features.
It didn’t make her uncomfortable, exactly, but she would have paid handsomely to learn what was flitting through the enigmatic man’s mind. Did he regret going down on her, maybe decided he’d gotten his urges for feminine companionship out of his system?
He stroked her cheeks with his fingertips then skimmed his index finger along her jawline and down her neck. He paused at the collar of the shirt, where he fiddled with the button.
“You’re so pretty,” he said.
“I can’t take credit for that. You could tell it to my parents, if it’s really important to you.”
“Maybe I will someday.”
“Quit joking.”
He raised his shoulders in a small shrug and eased his hands down to her waist. “Are you ready?”
“What for?”
His fingers skimmed lower, and he lifted the back of the shirt from her ass. They lingered at her cleft, toying, tickling.
“For both of us.”
“Are you kidding? I probably won’t be able to feel anything. Why couldn’t we have done that last night? I didn’t need sleep that badly.”
“I always save the best for last. Come here.” He puckered his lips, and she bent to receive his gently probing kiss. He tasted of last night’s wine and of her, and if she wasn’t in her own head, she might have found the flavor on her tongue arousing.
Vaguely, she registered Ken moving off the bed and the bathroom light being switched on.
Clint pulled away and said, “I know you’re clean. We were all tested before coming here, but…are you on anything? Birth control?”
“I get a shot.”
“Is it okay if I…can I feel you, O? Please?”
“You mean, without a condom?”
“Yes. I want you to sit on my cock and milk it. I want to feel your warmth, your silkiness. Will you give me that?”
Olivia turned her head when she heard the sound of crinkling behind her. Ken removed the condom from the package and rolled it onto his beautiful, erect cock while holding a tube of lube between his teeth.
Clint turned her head back to him, gently but pointedly. Once she was looking at him, he moved his hands south and worked her buttons free.
“If we were at our home,” Clint said, “I’d bind your wrists and lay you out perfectly naked.” He parted her shirt at the belly and splayed his fingers beneath her breasts. “I’d light the room with candles, so I could see the flames glowing against your skin. I have special candles, too. I’d use one to drip wax here.” He circled his fingertip around her puckered right nipple. “And here.” He repeated the action on the left side. “And down your belly. I’d spill it on the insides of your thighs where you’re tender and on the insides of your arms where you’re ticklish.”
“Sounds like it would hurt.”
“In a good way,” came Ken’s deep voice right behind her. “You’d like it. I do. You’d be so wet, you’d beg us to fuck you before the wax hardened.”
Ken slicked the valley between her ass cheeks with his large fingers, and without warning, shoved a finger into her hole. She gasped.
Ken reached beneath her and bumped her pussy as he primed Clint’s dick with lube.
They really weren’t going to let her off the hook, and she was glad for it. She wanted to be taken by them. She wanted to take Clint up on his dare that he could make her come again but doubted it was possible. At least if her two boys would get some pleasure out of it, she was willing to try.
“This is how this is going to work,” Clint said. “Slow and easy. Slip onto my cock, and when you’re all settled, Ken’s going to get behind you.”
“I—”
“It’s okay,” Clint whispered. “Trust me?”
“Yes.”
“It’ll be uncomfortable at first. You’ll probably feel so full you’ll think you’ll split down the middle, but we’re going to be gentle. If you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
“What should I say if I want to stop?”
“Just speak in clear language. Be descriptive. Don’t just say no, because that doesn’t say enough. Tell us what we should stop doing. Tell us what you want us to fix, and we’ll do it. Just keep talking, and we’ll make you feel so good, you’ll never want to leave.”
She chuckled and pulled her right index finger in a zigzag through the smattering of freckles on Clint’s chest. “That’s a tall order.”
And one she hoped they could fulfill. She really didn’t want to leave them. She wished she hadn’t found them so late in the game. That she’d been adventurous enough to go looking early in the week, when she first arrived. They could have spent the entire week together, getting to know each other. And if they had, when it was time for her to zip up her suitcase and catch that shuttle to the airport, maybe they would ask when they’d see her again.
Maybe she would have had something to look forward to. Someplace to go besides her lonely, efficiency apartment. Somewhere she could find noise and even a bit of chaos unrelated to airplanes and tired, cranky travelers.
“It is a tall order,” Ken said. “That’s why you should be pleased there are two of us to fill it.”
Her spine prickled. Her back was bowed, and the tiny hairs on her neck stood on end due to his proximity. Her heart had taken on a fast beat, and her breath gone thready. She hadn’t felt this uncertain since her early days as a flight attendant. When she realized people were going to complain no matter what happened, and it didn’t mean she was going to lose her job.
But it wasn’t the sex that scared her. She wanted that. It was what would happen afterward.
Clint slid his hands up her chest and stroked his thumbs up her neck. “Do you have any hard limits, O?”
She should know the answer to that because she’d been asked countless times before. Her limits had changed being with these two men, though.
He must have understood the cause of her uncertainty, because he pressed his palm teasingly beneath her chin and whispered, “Have you done breath control?”
Oh. She closed her eyes, drew in a deep, steadying breath, she pressed her palms flat against Clint’s hard belly. “Yes.”
He dragged his thumbs down her neck as she slowly. “May I?”
She nodded, and descended onto his rock-hard shaft.
He made a noise and grabbed her ass roughly, which suspended her halfway down. He held her there for so long, her thighs began to quiver.
“You feel so fucking good, Olivia. Don’t rush me, or I’m going to come too soon.”
“You’re out of shape, old man,” Ken said. He crept closer and pressed against Olivia’s back. His cock tickled her between her legs.
She looked down then moaned wantonly when she saw their cocks touching, even that small amount. It may have been the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
They were so casual with their affection to each other, and it seemed as natural as drawing air. Perhaps Ken hadn’t known he was looking for someone like Clint, but there was no disputing now that they belonged together.
Lucky them.
Ken distracted her by placing his lips onto the back of her neck as he pressed his cock head against her.
Clint was still keeping her in place, and it aided Ken’s access.
“Ahh.” He pushed in past the tight entrance, and he shuddered behind her as her thighs shook even more.
God. Her eyes rolled back into her head as pain blurred with pleasure, and her mind tried to process all of the sensations. Clint let her drop slowly onto his cock, and it stretched her wide. He kept up his unforgiving grip on her while Ken pushing up into her, inch by excruciating inch. She felt ragged breaths on her shoulders as he settled in.
It felt like Heaven and Hell all at once, and they hadn’t even started moving yet.
Ken shifted behind her, and she made an involuntary gasp, because it increased her awareness of how narrow that membrane between them was. She could feel them both at once, yet when they were very still, they felt like one big, huge cock.
“Am I… Am I hurting you?” Ken whispered.
She clamped her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head as Clint finally let her down. Once chest-to-chest, he raked his fingers through her hair as she slowly pulled her knees up at either side of his belly.
Ken planted his knees at the outside of Clint’s legs and leaned over the two of them to suspend himself in what had to be a very uncomfortable plank position.
“This is your rodeo, O,” Clint said. “You move as much or as little as you’d like. As long as I don’t move, we don’t have to worry about breaking rhythm.”
She gulped and tried to test her muscles. She wasn’t sure if she could isolate front from back with both of them being in her.
Clint gasped again when she managed to squeeze him.
“Just checking” she said and laid her cheek against his chest. Then she closed her eyes and started a slow, grinding swivel between them.
A moment later, Ken began making small thrusts, only an inch or two in and out of her as she concentrated on riding Clint.
She’d been right that in that the orgasm Clint gave her with his mouth had numbed her down below, but with both of them being inside her at once, it was hard not to feel, and maybe that helped. Maybe it would have been more painful if it weren’t for that first hard come. Now, everything was waking back up. Her clit rubbed against Clint’s coarse pubes, and it thrummed. Blood surged from her chest and lower, to fill her womb with heat.
The gliding became easier. Unbelievably, she was wet, and not from lube. Soon, she was greedily riding Clint’s cock. She pulled him in deep and groaned with each tap of his head against her G-spot.
Ken being in her ass made Clint’s pressure that much more intense.
If there were a nerve to be aroused in her body, they’d found it.
“Fuck.” She clawed at the sheets.
She wanted more. She wanted everything. With shaking arms, she pushed herself upright to change the angle of their penetration and sat back on Ken’s cock. He leaned back onto his heels and grabbed her beneath her thighs as she slid slowly up and down them both.
Clint pressed his hands up her chest and pinched her nipples hard enough to make her scream, and she grabbed his wrists.
He kept tweaking and plucking. It wasn’t altogether a bad sensation, but it was all getting to be too much. Too much pleasure, too much pain. The sounds of their labored breathing. Their masculine scents.
Her head swam, and her teeth clattered.
“Oh, God.”
Still, she rode them and didn’t want to get off, because surely this was the route to ecstasy. If her heart were going to stop, at least it would be between these two beautiful men who’d wanted her above all others.
They made her feel beautiful, and more importantly, included for a time.
At some point, thoughts and sensations all began to blur. She was aching need, desperate for release. She was electricity bound in skin. She had no words.
There was tickling at either side of her throat as she rode faster, squeezed around them harder.
Then, there was pressure, off and on. It stole her air.
Higher and higher she floated as the band around her neck went tighter.
Her body was a tingling, quivering mass, fueled by pleasure and delirium.
So good. So, so good.
“Olivia,” groaned a deep voice behind her, but she didn’t respond. “Fuck, honey, I’m going to come.”
Whatever that meant, she didn’t care.
There were strong arms around her waist, and her body shook hard. Her chest rumbled with her cry of pleasure, and her cheeks were wet with tears.
There was wetness down her thighs as the fullness decreased. They’d fallen out of her, it seemed, and she opened her eyes to see Clint sitting up. His cheeks were red.
“Good job,” was all she could think to say before she was on her side.
Ken threw his leg over hers and rubbed her side as he nuzzled the back of her head with his nose. “Just lie still, honey,” he said, and Clint eased off the bed, carrying a spent condom. Ken’s?
“Come down slow,” Ken said. “Don’t worry about the cleanup.”
“Okay.” She snuggled into him, in spite of their sweat. In spite of her sticky thighs.
He rubbed her, massaged her. Loved her, it seemed.
How sweet.
“Ken?” She reached back and tapped his hip.
He kept rubbing. “Hmm?”
“Which side of the bed is whose? Do you always sleep on the left?”
He chuckled. “Of all the things I expected to come out of your mouth right now, I wouldn’t have predicted that in a million years.”
“I want to know.”
It was a stupid question, she knew, but at that moment, it seemed critical she know.
“I want to know everything about you two,” she said and knew that her filter had been well and truly shot.
Only one thing had ever made her feel that way before, and she remembered now what had happened. Breath play. Done right, it added to pleasure. It could make you high. That pressure had been Clint’s hands at her throat, tricking her into another orgasm.
She chuckled. “Good show, Clint,” she said in a faux British accent. “Bloody good show.”
“You are loopy as shit,” Ken said, and his chest shook with laughter. “Just breathe, honey. Take deep breaths.”
“He’s good at that,” she said then closed her eyes. She yawned, long and wide. “Last guy didn’t get it quite right. He managed to make me cough, and that was about it.”
“You’ve done that lots before?”
“Not lots, but enough to know how it’s supposed to work.”
Ken pulled the covers up over them and held her again while the water ran in the bathroom. “Good to know. Now tell me what you want to know about us. I doubt we’re as interesting as you imagine.”