He hissed his pleasure and closed his eyes as he pressed closer to me. “I always want your attention.”
"I'm literally standing at attention," Gabe agreed, and pressed his cock against my ass, smearing pre-cum over my skin as he moved. The dampness was exacerbated by the cool air of the magically air-conditioned room.
A wave of desire flooded through me, and I craved their touch against my skin and deep inside me.
I rolled onto my back, and immediately they each palmed one of my breasts as if they'd practiced the movement. Michael dropped his lips to my collarbone and nibbled up to my jaw, his soft hair tickling me as he moved, and Gabe sucked my nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue until my hips lifted from the bed, eager for more.
Michael took hold of his cock, stroking it from base to tip in one smooth motion, and I bit my lips as my clit pulsed with want. I was suddenly glad they'd never turned off the lights.
Their bodies lay flush against mine, and I felt every movement. Every single breath and murmur of desire. Their touch scorched my skin and branded me as theirs.
Gabe licked a hot trail from my nipple to my hip and across to the top of my thigh. I held my breath in anticipation and parted my legs further, inviting him closer, right to where I needed him most.
“Please,” I whispered. A prayer I knew he could answer.
Michael chuckled, the low notes like a physical caress, and I shivered. He claimed my lips, and I opened my mouth to his tongue, drawing it into my mouth and sliding it against mine, fighting to be closer.
Gabe rested his palm on my belly, the touch heavy and warm, before drawing a finger up my slit to my clit.
“Fuck. You’re so wet. But I bet I can make you wetter.” He waited just a moment before replacing his finger with his tongue and he stroked it against me and dipped it just inside.
I squirmed, trying to find the right friction, eager to find my release, but he held me steady with a warm, heavy palm, remaining fully in control.
I glanced above us, taking in the dark shapes of the branches of the bed that formed the canopy overhead, almost like we were writhing together on a forest floor, and my excitement kicked up a notch at the idea of being so uninhibited.
Michael’s hard cock rubbed impatiently against my hip, his hand jostling against me as he stroked it and cupped his balls. I reached for him again and wrapped my fingers around it, before finding a rhythm.
But Gabe’s tongue became too much as he focused right on my clit, drawing gasp after gasp from me until I breathed in a series of harsh pants I couldn’t control.
As each of my muscles began to tighten, I stretched my fingers from around Michael, giving in to my pleasure, focused on that one moment of release as I rushed headlong toward it.
I thrust my hands into Gabe’s hair and pushed him closer so he couldn’t move. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” I ground out as he moved his hands to grip my hips, raising me to the perfect angle.
He chuckled, and I growled my displeasure at the change in his movements.
“Oh, you are a demanding little thing, Lilith.”
Michael laughed, too, and I tried to ignore them, straining everything I had to chase my orgasm, but I batted Gabe away.
“You had your chance. I want the big guy.” I turned to Michael. “You, on your back.”
A grin worked its way up to his face, his teeth gleaming in the dim room. “Anything you ask, my dark angel.” He chuckled again, and I rustled my wings out, stirring a breeze into the room.
"Haha. On your back, or I'm taking matters into my own hands."
“Please do,” Gabe muttered. “I like to watch.”
I grabbed Gabe’s cock, taking the heavy weight into my hand, and he gasped as I drew him closer. “Oh, you like to do far more than watch. On. Your. Knees.” I made each word a separate command.
As Michael lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillows, I straddled the tops of his legs as Gabe knelt up in front of me.
“That’s better. At least the two of you can do as you’re told sometimes.” I nodded my approval even as I held my lust in check, ready for another orgasm. Or two, maybe.
Everything inside me burned with the need to be satisfied by these two angels.
First, I teased Michael, drawing myself to and fro over his cock, smearing his pre-cum over my core until he moaned, and his fingers curled around my hips as he tried to pull me down where he wanted me most.
I giggled as I stretched up, deliberately moving away. I ran my hands across Gabe’s chest before I arched against him, my nipples brushing against his skin before I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down on it. He groaned, and I laughed again. This distraction was exactly what I'd needed.
