Mitch pulls the button and zipper of my skirt while Ian grips the hem of my shirt, ripping it over my head in one swift motion. I gasp as the cool air hits my bare skin, and a shiver runs through me as the boys waste no time, stripping me down to nothing.
Ian walks around me to unclasp my bra, but he doesn’t pull it free until he’s back in front of me. He drags his fingers along the straps hanging limply on my shoulders before watching them fall, leaving me bareand his eyes hungry.
Mitch’s fingers slip inside the waistband of my skirt, skimming along my hip bones as he yanks it and my panties down my legs. Ian lifts me ever so slightly in the air, my bare breasts pressed against his chest, as Mitch pulls my skirt free and tosses it to the side. Ian sets me down softly on my feet, and his hands linger on my skin before stepping back next to Mitch.
Their eyes roam over my body, lingering on every curve and dip as I stand before them, completely exposed and vulnerable…but not uncomfortable. The way I command their attention, wearing nothing but my perfume while they remain fully clothed, makes me feel like a fucking goddess and so deliciously slutty at the same time.
Mitch grabs Ian, pulling him close and wrapping an arm around his neck. He whispers something in Ian’s ear, making him nod and smirk.
“You fucking know it,” Ian says, licking his lips as his eyes travel down from my face to my tits, lingering on my bare pussy.
The hunger, the desire, the need to possess all of me flashes behind his thick lashes, and God, do I want to give myself to them. Every inch of my body is theirs to use as they please, and I trust they will take full advantage of my offering.
Mitch passes what looks like a scrap of black fabric over to Ian, who fists the fabric for all of a second before his eyes turn feral.
“Is that my panties?” I ask curiously, recognizing the fabric.
He answers with a smile, holding my panties up to his nose and breathing in deep. “So fucking wet already,” Ian groans, his hands are balled into fists like it’s taking every ounce of control not to reach out for me.
“For us,” Mitch says, guiding him toward me. “For you.”
Ian steps forward and pulls me close, pressing his lips to my neck with a ferocity that steals my breath away. I hear the clink of a belt buckle, but my attention is solely focused on the placement of Ian’s mouth. His tongue is mapping every crevice of my neck. I’m lost in him, lost in the sensation of his hands running over my body like he can’t get enough.
A new wave of heat spreads through me as Ian’s hands land on my hips, and his grip tightens. Mitch appears over Ian’s shoulder, and a wicked grin spreads across his face as the sound of a zipper makes my heart race. I lower my gaze to find Mitch’s hand sinking into the waistband of Ian’s already undone pants, his belt hanging slack, and pulls out Ian’s thick swollen cock. I audibly gasp at the sight, my eyes wide as I can’t help but stare as Mitch wraps his hand around the base and starts stroking him firmly. His fingers barely overlapping around Ian’s thickness.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Ian’s cock is every bit as intimidating as Mitch promised it would be.
“That’s right, baby. Look at what you do to him,” Mitch says, squeezing the head of Ian’s cock before sliding his hand back down to the base.
Ian shivers as Mitch grabs my hand and wraps it around the base of his cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight. My grip tightens as Mitch guides my hand up and down Ian’s length.
Ian’s hand wraps around the back of my neck, gripping my hair in his hand. A growl vibrates from the back of his throat. He tugs my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth finds mine in a filthy and demanding kiss. My lips part, and his tongue sweeps across mine, taking what he wants.
Mitch’s hand disappears from Ian's cock, but I continue to stroke him at the same pace. The warmth of Mitch’s body presses against my back, and he wraps his arms around my middle, cupping my breasts in his hands, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I let out a moan into Ian’s mouth, and his grip on my hair and hip tightens as we break the kiss to catch our breath.
Mitch leans his head low, his breath hot on my neck. “I want to watch you choke down every inch of his cock,” he growls in my ear before shifting slightly to nip at my earlobe, causing a shiver down my spine. “Now, get on your knees and show him how deep that pretty mouth of yours goes,” he commands.
My heart skips a beat as Mitch places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me to my knees. I’m staring. I know I’m gawking, but I can’t help it. It’s massive, thick, and long with a slight curve upward.
“Fuck,” I moan with excitement and intimidation. “You're…huge.”
“I told you,” Mitch says in my ear, crouching behind me.
Part of me actually thought Mitch was pulling my leg about how big Ian is, but seeing it for myself front and center, it’s a fucking masterpiece in human biology.
I gaze up at Ian, towering over me, with an equal mix of anticipation and nervousness. “God really does have favorites. Remind me to thank him for you,” I say, teasing as I grip his cock with both hands and stroke with a firm grip.
“Don’t worry, you’ll see God tonight,” Ian laughs from above me. “You can thank him then.”
“You’re already on your knees,” Mitch growls in my ear, “perfect time to practice a little worship.”
A glistening drop of precum rests on the tip of Ian’s cock, and I twirl my tongue around the sensitive head, tasting the salty sweetness as it coats my tongue.
I tilt my head back and part my lips wide, and my tongue rolls out for Ian like a welcome mat. Beckoning him to take control of my mouth. He grips the base of his dick and strokes at a slow, steady pace as he places a hand on my cheek, running this thumb down my waiting tongue.
For a long moment, Ian stares at me as if he can’t believe he’s finally getting to see me on my knees, my mouth wide and waiting to take him in.
