The heat and pressure of his erection on my abdomen is too promising. I moan as his fingers massage my ass, pulling up my covered flesh every few seconds, lifting me slightly so that I rub against him.
The front door opens and I gasp. He’s going to be so mad that Bobby disobeyed his orders.
But it’s not Bobby who locks the door. My eyes widen as Troy smirks, “Hey there,” and kicks off his shoes.
Oh.
My.
God.
“Is this really happening?” I whisper, so excited I can hardly speak. My pussy shivers, waking up fully to the idea of being with both the men I’ve yearned to have inside me. “Jack, you called him?”
“Well he’s not psychic.”
Troy counters, “I am impatient, though,” tearing off his white henley shirt as he walks up, dark blue jeans huggings his muscular thighs. I stare at his abs, the V that begins just above his belt-buckle. His chest is naked of tats, but is equally enhanced by lifting weights. Especially lately. While Jack was away in The Keys, Troy confessed he’s worked out more just to get rid of the sexual steam we couldn’t make use of.
It shows.
My tingles float up my inner thighs, my tummy tightening with need.
Troy is behind me, checking in with Jack. “You ever done this before?”
Jack asks, “Shared? No.”
“Me neither.” Troy leans in and kisses my neck, in the softest spot underneath my ear. “Not with a man anyway.”
I reach back and smack his thigh. “I don’t want to hear that you were with multiple girls before!”
“Be happy it was only twice.”
“Troy!” I go to smack him again but he catches my hand.
“I was a bartender. Give me a break.” He takes my other wrist and holds them behind me, making me sigh and lean into him.
Jack’s mouth covers mine and I instantly respond, opening wide to receive his hungry kiss.
Troy kisses my neck while Jack’s tongue lashes with mine. The warmth and strength of both men’s bodies pressed into me from both sides has me so aroused I know I’m dripping. This is a whole new level of arousal I’ve never experienced. Troy is tender where Jack is rough. But he’s holding my wrists so Jack can be as primal as he wants, thundering kisses down my chest and abdomen, yanking up my dress so he can kiss every inch of me. They flip me around and Jack slides my dress’s hem up, tracing his fingers up and down my legs scoring them lightly. Troy and I crash together, our kiss saying that we missed each other. It quickly becomes heated as Jack pulls my dress up and inspires excited goosebumps all over.
He stops and stares at my panties. I can feel my ass warming under his appraisal.
“More pink.”
I smirk, “It’s my favorite color.”
“Suddenly it’s mine, too. What ‘bout you?”
Troy looks down. “Wouldn’t you know it, it’s my favorite color now, too.”
I laugh, “What a coincidence,” and sigh as they sandwich me with their muscles, Troy’s mouth finding mine again as Jack’s heavy breathing warms my ass.
“I need this off,” he groans, pulling the dress higher. I lift my arms and let him take it. He tosses the material but it floats onto the roses. “Dammit.” He leaves me to pick it up and move it. “Can’t smoosh ‘em.”
Troy kids, “Such a gentleman.”
“When I want to be.” Marching over, he turns me around. “My turn.” Calloused hands from weight-lifting cup my bra, thumbs brushing on the exposed pillows of flesh above it. I’ve gained some weight since Troy moved in. Who knew my breasts didn’t like being a size A?
Jack grunts and lowers his lips to kiss my tits, one at a time while Troy’s fingers slide under the elastic of my drenched panties like he’s about to pull them off. He slides his hand under, curves his fingers and touches the wet spot. “She’s getting ready for us.”
Jack groans, “Can’t wait.”
I look over my shoulder and lock lips with Troy, our tongues lacing while Jack pulls down my bra cups and devours me. I moan and soon I can’t kiss Troy anymore as both of them explore my body with their hands, sliding down with enough pressure to drive me insane.
I have to keep my eyes open because the sight is turning me on too much. Four hands sliding over my skin, snapping my panty-line, unhooking my bra.
My pussy is pulsing so hard.
It feels like all they’d have to do is touch me again with just the slightest pressure between my legs and I’d cum all over their fingers.
Jack’s blue eyes are hooded as he rises up to move my long hair back and bury his face in my neck. His hand slides down my stomach, into my panties.
He growls, “You let your pubic hair grow. I like it.”
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain when I don’t?”
He grunts, “I want a woman, not a girl,” and drops to his knees, burying his face in my pussy so swiftly I give this breathy cry I’ve never made before. “I’m going to cum, Jack!”
“Thanks for the warning.” He slips his tongue into my seam, toying with the cleft and dipping in to find my clit.
I shiver, and Troy runs his nails up and down my back, looking over my shoulder to watch Jack tease my poor cunt.
“Whoa there,” Troy rasps, holding me up as my knees go weak. “I’ve got you.” I crane my head so we can kiss.
My clit is throbbing with happiness, and I start moving my hips a little because I can’t help it.
I need a release.
An intense pressure is building from the inside coupled with a burn so delicious I never want it to go away.
Troy’s tongue starts moving in my mouth as I crane my head to kiss him. He’s keeping time with my hips.
Jack’s holding them, rocking me back and forth as he laps me up.
“Yes!” I gasp, breaking free from Troy’s kiss because the sensations are just too much!
Jack pulls back to look up at me. “Greedy little slut, that’s my Mar.”
“Oh my God,” I moan, closing my eyes as Troy reaches around and cups my breasts. He brushes circles over my nipples, gnawing on my neck.
It’s too good.
I spread my legs a little more. I can’t help it. I want more. I’ve gotta give Jack better access to my sensitive, secret bean.
Maybe if I do, he’ll stop torturing me like this.
I’m all hot, sweat beading between my breasts.
My inner thighs are wet with my arousal mixed with his hungry saliva. He tongues me, growls into my wet and most intimate places, then touches his tongue ever so slightly on the tip of my clit.
I cry out, arching to reach him and make him be more rough. But he knows better.
“You want more, huh? Good. This is when I tease it out of you,” he smirks and touches his tongue to my clit again, spreading my lips with his fingers.
I can’t stand up anymore.
I’m squirming too much.
I want to rub my pussy on Jack’s face, but they’re holding me so I can’t. “Let me cum! Please let me cum!”
Troy gives this sexy laugh in my ear and I feel his hand slide down my back and into my crack. “Now, Jack.”
Jack slides a thick finger inside me as Troy brushes his pinky around my anus in circles.