When they see me in just white lace lingerie in the last aisle, my players seem to reach their limit and close the distance to me.
It's Logan who grabs me first again, but he spins me until he presses me against the strong body, and judging by the bulge pressing my butt, very turned on, of Ethan.
"You're a very shameless girl, Miss McCarthy," he states, squeezing my waist with both hands. I feel Ethan wind my hair around his wrist and pull my head back a little.
"She's a naughty little slut, teasing us and taking her clothes off in the middle of an academic setting," Ethan adds in the low, rough voice that gives me goosebumps. His fingers trace the elastic of my panties with torturous slowness.
"I wonder what people would think if they knew the prim little teacher's assistant only gets satisfied by two cocks, hmm?" the man in front of me says, starting to spread kisses all over myneck and shoulders. I gasp quietly and slide my hands under his shirt.
"Some would say I'm crazy, but a lot would be jealous," I shoot back, and they both laugh, their warm breaths hitting my skin. I stick out my tongue and give Logan's lips a quick lick, and he groans and finally kisses me.
It's desperate and raw. He takes me like a man dying of thirst who finally finds a big bottle of water. His hand holds my neck and moves my head at his own pleasure, not leaving any little corner of my mouth unexplored. It's so good it makes me burn inside.
When he finally releases me, we're both out of breath.
"I love watching you two, it's fucking exciting," Ethan admits, after biting my shoulder and moving a hand up to find my breast, which he squeezes hard. "It's like my private porn, but a thousand times better." I laugh and reach an arm back, pulling his straight dark hair.
"Since you're calling the shots today, tell us how you want to get fucked, kitten," Logan whispers, and I scratch his torso in return. I don't even need to think to decide.
"I want you to do whatever you want with me." And my answer is completely sincere. I trust my pleasure to them.
It's Logan's turn to bite his lip, like so many possibilities come to mind that he can't choose just one.
"Then start by sucking us. Get on your knees and show us the good little whore you are." Ethan takes the lead and my whole body shivers.
The two of them pull back and my body misses the contact immediately. I wet my lips and move to kneel, but Logan interrupts.
"Wait. Turn your back to me, hands behind you," he orders, and I look at him curiously before obeying. I hear him undo his belt and take it off, only to then wrap the leather around my wrists.
Wow.
This is exciting on a different level and I'm loving it.
I finally kneel between the two of them and lick my lips in anticipation, watching them lower their pants until their aroused members are exposed. Even their cocks were beautiful, you know? It wasn't fair to the rest of humanity.
Ethan holds my hair and I don't waste time: I lick his length from bottom to top, only then swallowing him as far as I can.
"Fucking perfect mouth, my little slut," he murmurs, without looking away from my eyes. I suck, lick, and force my wrists against the belt, dying to get free and touch them. Or touch myself, since I can feel my wetness beat the meager barrier of the lace panties and run down my legs.
I relax my jaw and let Ethan fuck my mouth for a few minutes.
Heavens, if someone caught us now, they'd get an especially depraved sight, because besides the blowjob, Logan is beside us, watching everything transfixed and stroking his own cock slowly.
I don't miss the moment Ethan's eyes shift from me to his friend, with so much desire it seems to hurt him.
Okay, maybe I'd have to give them a little push.
I stop what I'm doing for a moment and look at Logan.
"Are you going to wait your turn patiently, player?" I ask, licking my lips, and he smiles.
"I'm counting the seconds to have that little mouth around me, princess, but I'm also appreciating the fucking sight the two of you make," he admits, alternating between looking at me and at Ethan.
"If I can't touch you to help, why don't you let Ethan do it?" I throw the idea into the air, and they both raise their eyebrows.
"I... no... I don't think he wants to touch me," the blond stammers as he says it, and I turn my head to Ethan.
"Do you want to touch him, Tanny?" The player in question bites his lip and finally lets the expression of pure desire be directed at the man beside him.
