After exhaling the smoke, Wyatt leaned in again and kissed me more fervently while Roe continued to trail his mouth along my neck. I knew what they were wanting. I tossed the pen and pad of paper to the floor as I focused on kissing Wyatt back. They had yet to do more than have sex with me in front of each other. They had yet to have me at the same time.
I was wearing a cute, light blue summer dress with inch-thick straps. Roe pulled down both straps until the front of my dress was only being held up by my breasts, while Wyatt pushed up my skirt.
With his tattooed hands, Roe unveiled my breasts and cupped them into his warm touch. Wyatt grabbed the sides of my underwear and pulled it down my legs.
“You should flip her over,” Reid said, watching us from where he smoked on the couch.
I didn’t have to do a thing. Roe’s hands went to my waist while Wyatt’s went under my arms. I was brought forward on my hands and knees.
Roe moved behind me and put his head on the floor between my legs. His hands slid up my bare thighs. “Sit on my face, Lottie.”
As I slowly lowered myself, Wyatt grabbed my dress and pulled it off over my head. The moment I laid myself over Roe’s mouth, I gasped. His tongue swiped along my slit and he groaned.
“Lucky bastard,” Wyatt said with a chuckle. He was up on his knees in front of me; I stared up at him as he cupped my cheeks. His thumb pulled down my lower lip. “You’re not going to leave me feeling left out, are you, joint thief?”
I glanced at Reid, wondering about him. Wyatt grabbed me by my chin, making me face him again. “Don’t be greedy. He’s just watching for right now.”
Roe began sucking on my clit. I moaned and had to fight not to grind on him. As if feeling me hold back, Roe’s hands went to the tops of my thighs and pulled me down on him more, to the point I was putting my weight on him.
I must have looked worried, because Reid said, “He’s all right, Charlotte. When he asked you to sit, he didn’t mean hover.”
My breathing quickened as I stared up at Wyatt. “Undo your pants.”
Wyatt grinned and released my face. He quickly undid the button and brought down his zipper. After freeing his cock, he stroked it once, twice. I was mesmerized by the movement.
“She looks hungry,” Reid commented.
“We do enjoy feeding her,” Wyatt said.
“Then feed me.” I leaned forward with my mouth slightly open.
With that one move, I took the control. Wyatt’s stroking stopped as he stared down at me, unblinking. Then he slowly grinned. “What a naughty girl.” He brought the tip of his cock to my lips.
I opened wider so he could slip himself inside my mouth. His hand went to the back of my head as he rocked his hips, slowly.
“Fuck,” he breathed as his pace picked up. The tip of him kissed the back of my throat with each thrust.
Roe took that as his cue to amp things up downstairs. He pushed his tongue inside me in tandem with Wyatt’s cock. I moaned around Wyatt and grabbed his hips, needing something to hold onto.
I tried to suck on Wyatt’s cock each time he withdrew. That made his grip on the back of my head tighten and his cocktry to go a little deeper into my throat. He groaned. “That’s it, gorgeous. Take all of me.”
I felt like I was going to go insane. It was almost too much.
Roe seemed focused on making me come and was attacking my clit. Uncontrollably, I ground against him, chasing the orgasm that was almost within reach.
“I’m going to come,” Wyatt gritted as his hand fisted my hair. “Should I pull out?”
I moved my hands to his butt, holding him to me. Wyatt’s thrusts became shallower and I sucked harder. With a grunt and a tight grip on my hair, he released himself buried deep in my throat. I swallowed quickly as hot spurts of cum began filling my mouth. I couldn’t keep up with it all; as he pulled himself out, some dribbled from the corner of my mouth. But I didn’t care or try to clean it up as I rode Roe’s face. Thighs shaking, I cried out as I came.
Wyatt wiped my mouth and chin with his thumb before stepping back. My hands fell flat to the floor as I just breathed and pulsated on Roe’s tongue.
When my release started to subside, Roe pulled himself out from under me and grabbed me by the hips. He lifted them up. I just barely heard the sound of his zipper over my pounding heart. Then he was pushing inside of me, making me cry out because of how sensitive I was.
Holding my hips as he pumped inside me, he placed kisses up my spine.
“Roe,” I moaned.
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he whispered, and began fucking me harder.
