Matthew slides his hands slowly, deliberately, up the length of my bare legs, sending goosebumps skittering over my skin. His touch is firm but careful—like he’s savoring every inch of me. When his hands reach the hem of my skort, his fingers hook into it.
In one swift, fluid motion, he drags the fabric down my hips and yanks it off, the sound of the material hitting the floor somewhere behind me barely registering. I let out a soft sigh as his large hands find my thighs again, spreading them wide open like he owns them.
The cool air kisses the slick skin between my legs, and then I feel it—Matthew’s warm breath ghosting over the lips of my pussy. My back arches involuntarily, and I can’t help the way my breath stutters in my chest. The tease, the heat, the promise of what’s coming next—it’s enough to make me whimper softly.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, running a thumb gently along the inside of my thigh, just shy of where I want it. His breath hitches, and I can feel the tension radiating from him, like he’s holding himself back.
I squirm beneath him, the ache between my legs growing more insistent by the second. “Matthew...”
He chuckles darkly, his breath brushing over me again. “Patience, baby. I’ve got you.”
And then, finally, his hands tighten on my thighs, and his mouth descends.
His tongue swipes up my slit, gathering a taste of my juices, and a sharp cry escapes me as he begins to feast on my core. His tongue laps at my folds before plunging into my entrance, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My fingers tangle in the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to as Matthew devours me like he’s starving.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement—a shadow. Ford.
He steps into view, grinning lazily, and presses a finger to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet. My pulse quickens. Matthew has never shared me during sex before, and nervous energy coils in my stomach. What if he freaks out? What if he gets mad? But Matthew’s focus doesn’t waver—he hasn’t even noticed Ford.His tongue is still buried deep inside me, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that make it impossible to think straight.
Ford flashes me a mischievous grin as he toes off his shoes, shoving his pants down his legs to reveal the hard length of his cock. My breath catches in my throat as I tilt my head back, watching him upside down from the edge of the bed. He gives himself a few slow strokes, spreading pre-cum over the flushed tip.
He steps closer, pressing the tip of his cock against my lips, and I part them without hesitation, letting him slide inside my mouth. The salty and familiar taste, and the feel of him on my tongue makes me moan softly. Matthew sucks my clit into his mouth at the same moment, and the sound that escapes me is muffled around Ford’s cock.
“What’s the ma—” Matthew’s question cuts off abruptly, and I assume he’s finally noticed Ford standing there, grinning like the devil.
“Sorry, man, you left the door open,” Ford says, completely unbothered. “And she was making all kinds of noises. I’m not as much of a gentleman as Jacob.” He smirks. “Plus, you owe me for all that peeping you did out the window.”
Matthew groans, the sound more amused than angry. “Just keep your dick away from me, and we’re good,” he mutters before returning to his rightful place between my legs, sucking my clit back into his mouth.
I whimper, the sensation overwhelming as Matthew’s tongue flicks up and down my swollen nub. Ford takes advantage of my helpless position, pumping his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. There’s not much I can do from this angle, so I relax my throat and let him use me, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through me.
“Such a good kitty,” Ford murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Swallow my cock, baby.”
I gag slightly as he thrusts deeper, his balls tapping against my chin. Tears sting my eyes, but I force myself to relax, opening wider for him. The sound of Matthew feasting on me—soft slurps and groans of satisfaction—only heightens the intensity of it all.
Matthew nips lightly at my clit, sending a sharp sting of pleasure-pain through me, and I whine around Ford’s length. Ford groans in response, pulling out just before he loses control.
“Naughty little kitty,” Ford murmurs, stroking himself as he catches his breath. “Almost made me come in that pretty mouth of yours.”
Matthew doesn’t relent. His mouth is glued to me, his tongue moving with a hunger that borders on obsession. My thighs tremble, and my back arches, pressing my pussy harder against his face. The pressure builds inside me like a tidal wave, and I can’t hold back any longer.
With a scream that tears from my throat, I shatter, my entire body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me. My heart pounds in my chest, each pulse syncing with the aftershocks that ripple through me.
And still, Matthew keeps going, licking me clean like he can’t get enough.
He finally pulls away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes are dark with satisfaction, and he smirks as he catches his breath. “I could eat this pussy all day, every day.”
Ford hums. “Agree. Our girl tastes delicious.”
Their filthy words send a new wave of heat spreading through my belly, and I can feel my body stirring again, like I didn’t just come undone.
Matthew taps my thigh gently, his expression unreadable but full of intent. “I’m gonna let Ford fuck this tight little pussy,” he says, low and deliberate. “I want to fuck your tits.”
My eyes widen in surprise. I’ve never had anyone suggest that, let alone ask. My heart pounds with excitement and a flicker of nervousness.
“What’s wrong, Dylan?” Matthew tilts his head slightly, his brow quirking. “No one’s ever wanted to fuck these perfect tits before?”
I shake my head, the word barely a whisper. “No.”
