Never in my life have I been with two people at the same time, let alone my two favorite people on the face of the earth, and they’re stretching my pussy to fit both of their hands. Claiming me in tandem. Owning my pleasure, and I want nothing more than for them to have it.
Vince leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. Biting. Hard but not brutal.
Kat takes the other; her teeth graze my nipple, the sharp edge of pain sending a jolt straight to my clit.
Vince pulls his mouth from my chest, his eyes dark and scheming. He looks down at Kat, then at me, and a wicked grin touches his lips. He slips his hand from my pussy to bring the champagne bottle to his lips, takes a generous mouthful, and holds it, his cheeks rounded.
He lowers his mouth, and Kat reacts instantly, moving out of the way as he lets the champagne flow from his lips in a cold, startling stream between my tits and trails it downward, over my stomach, through the rough patch of my pubic hair, and directly over my exposed clit.
Kat doesn’t wait.
A moan, low and helpless, vibrates through my chest as she slides down my body, her hands pushing my thighs apart wider, and lowers her face between my legs.
Her tongue licks a long, slow stripe up my pussy before closing her lips around my clit and sucking hard.
I cry out, my back arching off the cushions as pleasure, sharp and bright, erupts from her touch.
Vince watches, mesmerized, as Kat eats me with a frantic, starving intensity.
“You like how my girl’s mouth feels on your cunt?” he breathes, his own voice strained.
I can only nod, a broken, sobbing sound escaping me as the coil in my gut pulls taut.
“Show her, Ollie,” Vince growls, his hand settling heavily on my stomach to hold me down. “Let her taste how much you want her.”
Kat groans against me, the vibration rippling through my entire body. Her hands slide under my ass, lifting me harder into her face.
Her tongue is relentless, flicking and swirling over my clit with a precision that makes me wonder if she’s ever gone down on a girl before. Not being her first wouldn’t ruin the intensity of this moment, but thinking that she’s just a woman who knows how she likes it and is mimicking Vince’s techniques pushes all my buttons.
“Fuck—” I gasp, my fingers tangling in her curls, pulling her deeper into me. “I’m so close.”
Vince’s fingers dig into my stomach, holding me down as I writhe beneath her, my thighs trembling around her head. “That’s it. Cum for her, Ollie,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.
“No,” Kat pants, pulling a frustrated groan from my throat, and she pulls away from my pussy, her lips wet and swollen. “She came for me yesterday. It’s your turn.”
Kat places a gentle kiss at the apex of my pussy, then pulls herself up to her knees.
“You have to taste her, Vince,” she says, crawling over my body to capture Vince’s mouth, tongue first.
He groans, a low, ragged sound of pure want. I watch his throat work as he savors the taste of me transferred from her mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes against her lips when she finally pulls back an inch.
“I know how much you want her,” Kat whispers, her voice husky and sure. “Look at her. She’s all yours now.” Her thumb strokes the sharp edge of his jaw. “Stop thinking and fucking take what she’s offering.”
His eyes, dark and wild, snap to mine, and the last vestige of hesitation evaporates. He moves with a single-minded hunger, his large hand wraps around my thigh, his grip bruising and final, as he pulls my legs wide open, holding me exposed and utterly vulnerable before him.
He takes a moment to savor the view, his eyes tracing every inch of my body, and when he finally leans forward, he moves past my pussy and flicks his tongue out to trace the intricate, winding path of the black snake tattooed up my torso. His tongue is warm as it follows the serpent's body, sliding over each scale inked into my skin, until his mouth kisses the snake's head, positioned just below the center of my tits.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he murmurs into my cleavage.
A shudder runs through me at the thought of him thinking of melike that. Kat watches from beside him, her eyes glittering in the firelight, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
“What else have you wanted to do?” I ask.
Then he moves, his hands hooking under my knees, pushing my legs back toward my chest, opening me completely.
“I’ve wanted to own you.”
