Ben looks up, driving in harder, making my tits bounce. I’m torn between watching Ben and watching Isaac, who’s undone his fly and is stroking his cock, coming closer to us.
“Is he going to make you come, Blair?” Isaac’s voice is quiet and low.
“Yes.” I grip Ben’s shoulders. I’m being watched as Ben fucks me and it’s making me wetter, my nipples harder. I want Isaac to touch me or touch Ben.
Ben changes the angle, lifting up on his knees, bending my legs so I’m opened wider, giving Isaac a view of his cock pumping in and out of my pussy. He looks up at Isaac and smiles, a broad, arrogant grin.
Isaac’s hand touches my arm, my hand on Ben’s forearms. Then he bends down and kisses Ben, their mouths meeting in a fleeting kiss before breaking apart and Isaac’s eyes returning to my cunt and Ben’s cock.
“Are you going to join us?” The words are there before I think about them.
“Not yet.” His hand on his cock is slow. I imagine my mouth round it as Ben fucks me, or Isaac coming on my tits. “Not tonight.”
Ben moves a hand between us and plays with my tender clit. He’s close and wants me with him.
“She likes her nipples being played with,” Ben says.
Isaac obeys, using his free hand to stroke my breasts, tweaking the tip and it’s all overload; Ben’s cock, Isaac’s words and I come hard with a scream, my body almost jerking off the bed.
Isaac’s hand is moving fasters over his cock now. He’s large, not as long as Ben, but thick. I can’t take my eyes off him and I push my breasts out, wanting him on me, wanting them both.
“Can I come on her?” Isaac says.
“Yes.” Ben’s word is groaned and I know he’s close, holding my hips and fucking me deeply.
Isaac carries on touching my breasts and himself, directing his cock towards me. He comes with long jets across my chest, decorating my tits. Ben follows, rutting into me hard and I orgasm again, my pussy contracting around Ben’s cock.
Isaac gets a flannel to clean me up, his shirt discarded, his trousers somewhere on the floor with Ben’s. He wipes my breasts tenderly, Ben now holding me from behind as I lean up on the bed, watching Isaac.
Isaac climbs on next to me, putting the cloth to one side, and we all lie down, hands touching, stroking. He kisses me first, tasting of whisky, then Ben leans over me and takes his mouth.
I’ve seen men kissing each other before, but not with only me as the watcher. I’m in between them both, my nakedness protected by them, a hand on each of them. Their kiss ends and Ben turns me onto my back, hovering over me to take my mouth now. I’ve just come twice and my body is getting ready again, only this time everything is heightened because it’s not just one man that I’m wanting.
A phone rings. It’s shrill and unwelcome. Isaac stiffens and shifts from the bed, untangling himself from me and Ben.
“I have to check that.”
I watch him as he finds his jacket, pulling out his phone. It’s the first time I’ve properly seen him naked, lean muscle and dark skin, swarthy skin. He’s tattooed across his chest and shoulders, intricate patterns and pictures.
Ben laughs.
“You’re drooling over him.”
I turn my head, Isaac’s walking away from us, taking the call and I see Ben looking at Isaac’s ass.
“And you’re not.”
He grips me, holds me closer, then kisses my neck. “Yes. And I’m trying to not think too much, because I don’t know if I can get my head totally round this.”
I curl into him, understanding what he means. Inside, I’m an eddy of nerves and fear and excitement and I’m tired too.
Isaac returns, trousers on. “I have to go. William’s panicking about tomorrow.” He looks at Ben and then me. “I’d rather stay.” His eyes blaze.
Ben cups my breast, pinches my nipple. Isaac’s gaze drops to it and he licks his lips.
“Tell me this won’t be the only time.” It’s almost a prayer.
“I don’t think this will be the only time.”
