With both guys sandwiching me, and nothing immediately pressing, I relaxed, sinking into the couch cushions with a sigh.
Michael put his hand on my leg and his head on my shoulder, so Gabriel mimicked him. They were silly like that and often tried to outdo each other. It wasn't a place of jealousy, exactly. More like boyish competition.
Gabriel slid his hand up my bare leg. I'd worn a short dress that was both comfortable and elegant. At the time I’d simply not been feeling up to one of my gowns. But now, I was glad I’d worn something that would give my men easy access.
Of course, as soon as Michael noticed Gabe's hand on my upper thigh, he had to move his.
And to upstage his friend. Michael slid his hand inward, the tips of his fingers nearly touching my underwear.
"Okay," I said with closed eyes as I rested my head on the back of the couch. "You two either stop it or be ready to give me several orgasms."
"Gladly," Michael growled, moving his fingers all the way home and slipping them beneath my underwear. He went straight for my clit, pressing against it as I gasped and spread my legs. My body turned from tired to needy in an instant.
Gabriel wasted no time, sliding his hand up my leg and grabbing the side of my underwear. I lifted my hips so they could pull them off and then settled back to enjoy the ride.
Moaning, I scooted my butt down when Gabriel's fingers joined Michael’s. Gabriel slipped two fingers inside me, twisting his hand to hit the right spots. Michael adjusted his angle so he could continue his attention on my clit.
It made me cry out in pleasure as Michael's mouth landed on my neck. Panting, I reached out and gripped them both, Michael by the back of the neck and Gabe by the arm.
They brought me to orgasm fast, my juices drenching both of their hands as I cried out their names. They didn't stop, and I nearly jumped off the couch. "Too much," I cried. The sensitive nub didn't want any more attention just yet. They grinned at me, twin smiles on faces that looked nothing alike.
"I wish Lucifer was here," Michael said. "He loves watching us make you scream."
He was right. Lucifer had a specific kink—he liked to watch. Sometimes he didn't touch me at all and ended up completely sated.
"I do, too," I whispered. "But, we'll make it up to him later." I didn't have time for remorse. It was our agreement. When we couldn't all be together it was okay to take comfort in each other. I'd even known the guys to sexually satisfy each other on occasion over the years when I wasn't available. It was better that they relieve each other's itches than a stranger.
With a smile, I pointed at their pants even though Gabriel usually wore a robe. "Off!"
They jumped up to do as I said, racing each other to strip. Gabriel won, only because he was wearing regular shoes and Michael took longer to remove his boots. In seconds, I had two hard dicks staring at me as I sat on the couch, and God were they nice cocks.
I considered my options, then an idea came to me. "Sit," I told Gabriel. When he obeyed, I lowered onto my knees in front of him.
I rolled my eyes and took Gabriel's large dick in my hand as I arched my back, encouraging Michael to take me from behind. "Just give me another orgasm for now, huh?"
"Yes, ma'am." He entered me seconds later, giving me no time to anticipate or get impatient. With one smooth stroke, he filled me and pushed me forward, farther into Gabriel's lap. Eagerly, I spread my lips and took Gabriel deep into my mouth.
Unable to take him all the way down, I used my hand to help me stroke him as I sucked. Michael set a brisk pace, thrusting in fast and hard, making slapping noises every time our bodies met.
I fucking loved that sound. Was there a better sound? I didn't know of one. The guys might've said my moans, but to me, the sound of my lover fucking me was the most erotic.
Keeping pace on Gabriel's dick wasn't easy when I wanted to focus on the feel of Michael's cock as it moved in and out of me, but I let my body take over.
Michael took a while to finish, but Gabriel came within minutes. I ignored my pleasure and focused on him as he squirted thick ropes of cum into my mouth. Stroking and sucking him hard, I kept going until he tapped my head to let me know he was done. Then, he held onto me while I got mine.
He was sweet like that. I buried my face in his abdomen when Michael's movements inside me pulled a weird, groaning grunt out of my mouth.
My sounds spurred Michael on. He moved faster and hit harder and deeper giving me exactly what I needed.
Stiffening all over, I let my orgasm wash away anything that clouded my mind. The release of dopamine gave me a sense of well-being, and I floated on that until Michael finished a few minutes later.
Gabriel handed Michael his shirt, which he'd removed at some point. Michael used it to clean us up because I couldn’t do it, not at that angle anyway.
As soon as he finished, they lifted me to my feet and helped me step into my underwear again. I'd never even taken off my dress. Then, we all collapsed back onto the couch together.
"Well, now what?" I asked.
Gabriel sounded tired. “Now, we enjoy the little time we have left before you become human again.”
