Hannah tosses his boxers somewhere, then opens the drawer next to the bed, grabbing a small bottle of lube. She walks slowly toward the end of the bed, kicks off her shoes, and pulls the satin fabric of her dress up over her knees, then kneels onto the mattress directly in between us.
“The first one to come loses.”
“What?” We overlap each other in response.
She squirts lube on both of our cocks then wraps her perfect fucking hands around each one and begins to stroke us rhythmically together.
“Oh fuck.” My head drops back against the mattress.
Ethan’s eyes roll back as his hips push up and we both moan in unison. Neither one of us will last long after the drawn out fucking strip tease and anticipation of this moment.
She continues her perfect goddamn cock massage, both of us completely on edge, then stops.
I hiss. Ethan groans.
Her fingertip grazes the backside until she reaches the tip, then she wraps her hand around our shafts and squeezes as she strokes again. I grow impossibly hard and I’m doing everything in my power to hold back, but she knows us both really fucking well and switches up the movement, keeping us both on edge.
This goes on for-fucking-ever. I’m dying. I need to come. I don’t care if I lose. I mean, I don’t want to lose but as I look over at Ethan's trembling abs as they contract with each tug of his cock I know he’s right there with me.
“Don’t come yet,” I grit out.
“I’m not coming first,” he spits out. His eyes squeezing shut like he says it as a mantra.
Competitive bastard.
“Together,” I grunt out, holding back my orgasm.
His eyes shift to mine. I can tell how relieved he is by my suggestion.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah.” I nod.
His needy gaze sears into me and the knowing sensation of my pending orgasm builds as my balls begin to tighten. His brows pitch together and he’s so close.
Just then, she releases our cocks and we both whine, pumping our hips reaching for more.
“You want to be teammates? Then you can take care of each other.”
“What? How? We’re tied up, Hannah.” Ethan’s so mad and it’s so fucking adorable.
That beautiful dimple appears on her chin as she smothers a smile and shrugs, glancing over at the clock.
“If you make each other come, you can have me anyway you want when we get home.”
Our necks jerk toward each other.
“Five minutes left.”
53
ETHAN
“Oh shit,” Dane spits out, wrapping his leg against mine. He pulls me against his body, our dicks slapping together, just as he ruts his hips into mine.
“Dane. Fuck.” I toss my head back and attempt to move my restrained arms.
I can feel every ridge as he rubs against me, the skin of our cocks straining against each other as his hips desperately pump.
