“Get rid of these.”
He gets them off while still kissing me, not stopping for a second.
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asks.
I nod, feeling drunk, but not because of the alcohol.
He slides into me with ease. My head falls back onto the bed and I moan. A hand caresses my jaw. I open my eyes to see Gus standing by my head.
I reach for him, pulling him by his hip toward me. He crawls on the bed, and I take him into my mouth as best I can, licking and sucking on the head of his cock, the precum bursting on my tongue.
It’s messy but so damn hot. I listen to both of them breathing heavily, grunting and moaning, taking their pleasure from me. My belly swirls with warmth, and I think I may come again—which is crazy.
Rhett sits up, circling my clit with his thumb while fucking me slowly.
Gus gets into a better position so he can go deeper into my mouth and thrust the way he likes.
“Your mouth is perfect,” Gus says, caressing my cheek.
“So is this pussy,” Rhett adds. “I really want to come in it.”
“Mhmm—“ I nod, since I can’t get words out.
“I think that’s a yes,” Gus says with ahusky laugh.
Rhett’s thrusts get faster, a little harder. Gus shoves my shirt up higher, brushing his thumb over my nipple and squeezes my breast.
“I want to come here,” he says, pulling out of my mouth.
“Yes!” I cry out, just as his hot cum lands across my chest, covering my nipples and stomach.
“Fuck!” Rhett growls as his orgasm consumes him.
The room is filled with panting, and we manage to clean up and get comfortable in bed, even though my body feels like grape jelly, with me cuddled between the two of them.
It’s dark and warm, and we’re sweaty, but I wouldn’t have this any other way. It feels right. Too right, almost. Like it’s how it’s supposed to be.
I’m drifting to sleep and hear Gus softly say, “You get it now, don’t you?”
Rhett makes a sound of acknowledgment. And then I’m asleep.
The next morning, I find Rhett and Gus in the kitchen, drinking coffee and with empty plates in front of them.
“Morning,” I say, running a hand through my hair self-consciously.
“Morning,” they return— Gus with a smirk and Rhett with a heated look in his eye.
“We made you breakfast,” Gus says.
“Oh, thank you. Can I shower first?”
“It’s your house,” Gus says before taking a sip of his coffee, giving me an almost lustful look.
I turn to head for the bathroom, but Rhett’s voice stops me.
“Are you okay?”
I bite my lip, hesitating before turning around.
