The need in his eyes matches my own.
“Ride me, Isla,” he instructs.
And I realize what I’m feeling is perfectly normal arousal, and not desensitized obligation. I’m with two men who care deeply about making sure I enjoy his. Maybe it’s time to remember what it is I enjoy so I can show them.
Kai stands and unbuckles his jeans, shoving both the denim and his underwear down over his hips. “You feel like sucking my cock, Isla?”
It’s long, and for a heartbeat, I wonder if we shouldn’t have done this the other way around. I should have fucked Kai and sucked Garrett. Then, it dawns on me that I can do that next time, and I smile. “Yes please.”
It takes a moment to get the angles right. Kai kneels in front of me, and we quickly figure out that Kai will have to hold his cock for me so I can put my hands on his thighs to get the leverage to fuck Garrett.
None of it is awkward. We’re all chasing the same thing.
My body thrums, so alive that I feel like I could come in a second.
I lick the head of Kai’s cock, tasting the salty pre-cum. I remember what he said when we had sex, that he would want tofuck me after Garrett has already come in me. And I find myself wanting that too.
We should get tested soon.
With his free hand, Kai strokes the side of my face. I do my best to look up at him as I suck him into my mouth.
His back immediately arches. “Fuck.”
Garrett takes control of my hips, guiding me over his cock.
Kai slips his hand around the back of my neck. “You don’t like…anything…pinch my thigh.”
I hum my acknowledgement of what he says, and he thrusts farther into my throat.
It’s impossible to think.
Everything feels so…full. And natural. There’s no rush to chase the sensations. I can feel the heat of Garrett between my legs. I’m surrounded by the scent of Kai’s musk. I’m pinned between two men I’m falling for.
Have fallen for.
I want this feeling of being enough, of being worshipped, to last forever.
What stays with me, even as my orgasm builds and my awareness narrows, is how connected this all feels. Every time I shift, someone checks in. Every time, steady hands guide me. I thought being with two men might pull me apart, would test my own sense of loyalty. But instead, I feel like I’m being threaded back together.
“Ah, fuck,” Garrett says. “Isla, you’re killing…me.”
“Wish you could see his face,” Kai says, punctuating the sentence with his deepest thrust, his cock passing into my throat. “He’s so…turned on.”
I relax the back of my throat. Saliva escapes my mouth, landing on Garrett’s knees.
“So…deep,” Kai grunts. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Move if you don’t swallow,” he says. But I shake my head, even as my eyeswater. I look up at him as best I can with fierce determination to make him come on his next thrust.
There’s an intensity to his eyes that sends a pulse to my already sensitized core.
I want to come too.
I want to join him.
I want Garrett to come with us.
I try my best to move my hips faster. Catching what I’m doing, Garrett assists.
It takes three more seconds for Kai to grip my head with both hands and stay deep, with just the slightest back-and-forth as he pulses in my mouth. Saliva dribbles down my chin.
