“Eat something first, naughty girl. Then we’ll play.”
Erik picks up a cherry tomato and pops it into his mouth. “I’m going to shower.”
“I’ll join you,” Raoul and I say at the same time, both of us eager as puppies.
Erik grins—cocky bastard—and heads into the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes.
Showers are slick, heated affairs now—all three of us gleaming, dripping, sliding against one another. One of us usually endsup kneeling on the tiles with a cock in their mouth and their fingers in a hole while the other two kiss.
For us, sex has no real beginning and no definitive end. We stroke each other while we towel off, then roll around on the sheets naked while nibbling bits of delicious dinner. Then the lube comes out, and Erik gets on all fours, lifting his ass while Raoul eases inside.
“I need your help on the new song,” Raoul says. His eyes roll back as he sinks deeper. “This is truly a divine asshole.”
Erik chuckles, then groans when Raoul begins to thrust inside him. “Fuck, this is exactly what I needed. Only one thing would make it better.” His golden eyes meet mine.
I smirk and take another sip of wine before crawling over, sliding under him, and tracing my finger along his straining cock. “I’m guessingthisis what you want?” I take the plump head in my mouth, savoring the salty bit of precum along the slit.
Erik groans again. “Yes, angel.”
I let him pop out of my mouth. “Hey. That’s my name for you.”
“I stole it. You should punish me—ahhh—” He gasps as I shift my position and take him deeper.
Raoul and I love the way he is with us—the way he always seems overcome by the sensations of us with him, around him, inside him. I suck on him luxuriously, like he’s the sweetest treat I’ve ever tasted, until his breathing quickens and his abs go taut.
“Our pretty god is about to come, Raoul,” I say with a flick of my tongue to the sensitive tip of Erik’s cock.
“Yes,” moans Raoul. “Make him come…god, I’m coming now…f-u-u-u-ck…”
I close my lips over Erik just in time to feel the jetting of his cum into my cheek. The taste of these two men is better than any human male, and I don’t mind swallowing every last bit.
Erik is groaning, the broken, blissful groans of a man who just had one of the best orgasms of his life. Still inside, Raoul strokes Erik’s bare back, murmuring incoherent endearments. Gradually, he pulls out, and they both go to clean up while I relax against the pillows, anticipating the bliss that I know is coming.
Both of them get hard again faster than a normal man could, and they last longer when they’ve already come once, which is why I don’t mind waiting my turn.
They return with their arms wound around each other’s shoulders, and I nearly pass out from the delight of knowing that both these gorgeous men aremine.
First, Raoul savors my pussy. He has a special liking for it—he says my scent is strongest there, and he enjoys simply hanging out between my legs, lapping at my clit while Erik massages my feet or my shoulders.
Erik works on my feet this time, tending to every sore muscle so skillfully that I can’t decide whether I’m enjoying his ministrations or Raoul’s tongue more.
But Raoul’s tongue…it’s as lovely as his poetry, and there’s a fervent enthusiasm about the way he sucks and licks me that sends warm, glittering spirals up through my belly.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp out. “Oh shit…not yet, not yet. I want you inside when I come.”
Raoul stops immediately. “Double or single tonight?”
I usually prefer just one cock inside me, but sometimes, when I’m feeling especially wild or frustrated, I’ll ask for two. I’m not usually a fan of anal, though. Even with the lube and with practice, it can hurt, so I save it for the times when I need a little pain with my pleasure.
“Double,” I tell him.
Erik kisses my foot and then moves onto the bed, stretching out to his full length, on his back with his perfect cock jutting up, as if it’s begging to be stroked.
I climb on top of him, kissing him softly while I position his tip at my entrance.
Raoul is on his knees behind me. His warm hand takes over, circling both his cock and Erik’s, squishing the heads together and nudging them inside my pussy. He adds lube, the kind that leaves you tingly and warm, applying it in long, practiced strokes.
While Raoul feeds their cocks into me, I shift slowly backward onto them. We know each other’s bodies intimately now—it’s smooth, easy, flawless. Even the stretch of taking them both is familiar—challenging but not daunting. It’s the trust we share that makes it so perfect. We have complete faith in each other. Much as Raoul and Erik love rubbing against each other, skin to skin, while inside me, I know they would never force it or take the fun beyond my comfort level. That’s why I can relax, and breathe, and shift my hips backward to take them both deeper.
