I didn’t need him after the first few strokes and when he let go of my hand to grip the back of my neck, I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers. His fingers flexed, and I could feel the trembling there, just beneath his practiced restraint. I gripped his cock firmly, and watched him rock back on his heels, jaw slack.
“I want this.”
The air between us pulled tight, silent aside from our heavy breathing and the sound of my zipper sliding down.
Miles fingers drifted into my hair and gave a light tug so my head dropped back. His mouth was on mine in a breath, tongue plunging into me with feverish urgency. He eased into the kiss, letting me match the pressure of his mouth as Ethan dropped to his knees in front of me.
His fingers hooked in the loops of my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them aside at the same time he shoved his face between my legs. His hot breath sent a jolt through me and I let go of Miles’ cock, gripping the sides of the table when my knees gave out. I gasped, shaking, and Miles’ hands shot out to steady me.
“You like that?” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips and edged me higher onto the table.
Ethan dragged a finger along the dampness of my underwear. “Oh, I think she likes it.”
I draped my legs over his shoulders, and something electric passed between us when he looked up at me. Quiet anticipation.
Miles reached down, his hand ghosting over my stomach then dipping in. His touch was salacious and brief, sliding all the wayover my swollen clit before bringing his fingers to his mouth. Sucking my slick arousal from them.
“Look at you.” He licked his lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were showing off.”
I glanced at his erection. “You’re one to talk.”
A laugh rolled low in his chest, but it stilled as soon as I took hold of him again, stroking firmly while Ethan settled between my legs.
His lips brushed against the inside of my thigh, nipping lightly at times, then tenderly soothing it over with his tongue. I brought a hand to the back of his head, curling my fingers through his hair as I guided him. His heated kisses teased me to the point of frantic desire, and I rolled my hips in a frustrated attempt to get him where I most wanted him.
“So needy,” he whispered, and pulled my underwear aside.
Miles leaned over, one hand massaging my breast, while the other nudged my knee to force my legs a little wider. One look between my legs, and his pupils became so large they swallowed up all the color in his eyes.
His tongue came out to wet his lips. “I’m sure she tastes as good as she looks.”
Ethan hummed as he ran his flat tongue over my soft, pink folds, already wet with how much I wanted him. Them. Oh, God. I tightened my fist in his hair, tremors starting up in my legs. He worked slowly, searching. Consuming me. Dragging his tongue all the way up and then, keeping pace with the movement of my hips, back down again. He repeated this over and over, groaning against my core in a way that sent the most delicious vibrations through me. The crest of each motion pulled a satisfied sigh out of me, and he rode the wave of my wordless approval.
“Fuck, Maren, you taste so fucking good.” He breathed the words onto me, causing an aching throb in my clit.
He passed his tongue over it, lightly at first, then flicking a few times with the tip before he closed his lips around my bud and took it in, sucking gently. A long, drawn-out moan shuddered out of me, and I collapsed into Miles. He cleared the table with one sweeping motion and lowered me all the way. Ethan adjusted his position without losing pace, and so did Miles.
With a finger on my chin, he turned my head to the right so I’d face him. He held his dick firmly, and brought his swollen tip up to my mouth. “I want you to suck it,” he rasped. “I want to see how hot you look while sucking me off.”
The tip of his cock was already coated in the slick of his arousal, and I licked the salty taste of him with relish when he dragged it along my parted lips.
“You want it?” he asked, playing with me.
I nodded, a whimper getting stuck in my throat.
Miles nudged his tip inside, pulled out, and played with me again. “You want this, Maren?”
I moaned in disappointment when Ethan lifted his mouth from me, his dedicated fingers taking over where his tongue had stopped. My hips jerked under the change in pressure and pace.
“Tell him what you want.” His voice was thick.
I took a steadying breath to try and get my hammering heart under control. “I want to suck your cock.”
“That’s what I thought,” Miles said, and slid his throbbing hard-on into my waiting mouth.
At the same time, Ethan thrust two fingers inside my wet and aching pussy. “That’s it. Take him in all the way.”
I looked up and saw the way Miles gazed at me while I sucked his cock. Unbridled hunger. Raw, unrestrained lust. It made my pussy throb, and the way Ethan curled his fingers up to press firmly against my G-spot beckoned me closer and closer to the edge.
