When I can harness a coherent thought, I decide to have a little fun and slide onto my knees. Their cocks stand tall in front of me. I lean in, my tongue flicking Dylan's tip first, then Toby's. They're both so hard, so thick, so long.
I return my attention to Dylan, swirling my tongue around his tip then opening wide to take him in. I'm barely past the head when his hips buck, he curses, and his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me tight while he fills my mouth with cum.
I swallow but not fast enough to keep it from dribbling down my chin.
Toby steps away and returns with a washcloth, kneeling in front of me and wiping the cum from my face. "You want to give him another shot to slide that where it belongs? Or should I demonstrate?"
Looking up at Dylan, I say, "It's up to you."
He exhales sharply. "Kiss it and I'll be good to go again."
Dylan fists his semi-hard cock, presses it to my mouth, and I give it a big kiss. It hardens instantly against my lips.
He guides me to a very curvy piece of leather furniture, positioning me at the high end. Taking me by the waist, he lifts me onto it, spreads my legs, and kisses me.
"You're mine, N—nobody else can have you." He seemed to stumble in the middle of the sentence. And obviously Toby can have me, but now isn't the time to split hairs. "I love you, Molly."
Umm… I let the comment go.
He turns me to face what I've decided must be a sex chair, and bends me over the curved end. "Comfortable?"
It is surprisingly ergonomic.
He positions behind me, tapping the head of his cock against my butt. Toby straddles the seat in front of me, catching my lips in a kiss. "You're in charge. You need him to do anything different or stop, just say so."
"I will. And I'm ready."
Dylan slides a finger over my sex then presses into me with his slick head.
Losing track of Toby's kisses, I let my face rest against his. The stretch of my lower lips around Dylan's cock feels so good. I breathe through the touch of discomfort and it relents when he gets his tip inside of me.
My entire being is full. I've never experienced anything like this. Surely I would remember something that's capable of making me want to give up the entire rest of my life.
"Fuck, you're so tight." He slides in and out, careful to keep his tip inside. "I can't—"
The rest of his statement is garbled as he pounds into me. His thrusts are hard and welcomed. The roughness makes the spiral of my looming orgasm spin faster.
I grab Toby's hands, squeezing with all my might. And down I go. Releasing into ecstasy. My sex tightens repeatedly on Dylan's cock. His groans match every contraction of my body.
Toby holds me from the front and Dylan from behind while I shatter into a million pieces. They keep me anchored. They give me permission to completely surrender. I know in my soul that I'm safe with them.
Dylan's strokes become slow and playful. He stays close, his still-hard cock plugging my entrance.
"There's no way to express how badly I've wanted you." Toby strokes my cheek as he whispers to me.
He's wanted me… for how long? Since I walked on stage? I'll take it. I can't knock that these guys were in it for almost two million dollars to win me. They're determined.
"Let's not keep the gentleman waiting." I'm not sure if I can have another orgasm after that one, but I'm game to try.
Toby stands, his legs on either side of the bench and lifts me, holding my body against his. Keeping me close, he sits, working his erection in front of me.
Toby's grip tightens on my hips, his eyes locked on mine. "Mind being on top? I want to watch you come again."
"Whatever Daddy wants."
His eyes go dark then he repositions us so his cock nudges my entrance, and I sink down, inch by inch, the fullness stealing my breath. We find a rhythm, my hands braced on his chest, rolls of my hips drawing groans from deep in his throat.
Dylan tries to lean in for a kiss but our legs are in the way. His voice is rough. "Can I turn you around, Molly? I want you to face me this time—Toby got to watch last time."
