I moan on Ryan’s dick, jumping at the sensitivity of Viktor’s touch. Fuck, this isn’t going to take long to finish. In fact, this might be embarrassingly short.Aren’t men supposed to be the ones with this problem?
Viktor presses into me further, pinching my clit between his teeth as he groans. His hands tunnel under my ass and he holds me firm lifting me up closer to his face as he buries his lips inside of me. His beard brushes me in places I’ve forgotten I had.
Ryan thumps against my mouth, his hand dug into my hair as he swirls his tongue over top my nipple.
I close my eyes and try to hold on. I can’t come yet. I can’t. I need to wait, hold out, and take my time. It’s been so long. I want to enjoy every sensation, every rush, every touch.
“Where are you going, beautiful?” Viktor husks. His gaze lifts from between my legs as he looks toward me, my lips now free from Ryan’s cock, my heart racing at a speed I’m not sure is medically safe.
I writhe from under him and try to move, but they pin me down and hold me in place, Ryan at my shoulders, Viktor at my hips.
“Do you really want to move?” Ryan whispers, his voice husky and low, nearly inaudible as he leans in to kiss my lips.
“If you two are negotiating who’s working that tight pussy first, I already told you, I want her last.” Viktor runs his tongue over top my mound again. “I want to be the last thing that tight sweet, little cunt feels.”
It’s alarming the differences between the two men. Ryan is gentler, more subdued, more observant, much less demanding. Viktor is rough and possessive, broody, and animalistic. He’s hungry, starving, arduous.
He lifts away from my center and moves to my side, as Ryan takes a place between my legs. He widens me gently, then tips the crown of his swollen cock to my entrance, pushing in slowly as my eyes squeeze shut, and a soft whimper escapes my throat. He pulls back out immediately and teases my clit with the tip of his cock, before moving back inside with shallow strokes. His eyes meet mine and he leans forward, plunging in further.
Viktor grips the back of my neck and leans into my ear. “How does it feel?”
“So good,” I whine, rolling my head back. He catches it in his palm and holds me in place as Ryan thrusts harder, deeper, faster.
The way Viktor had been so possessive, I’d imagined he’d hate watching, and though I doubt he’d ever admit to it, I think he kind of likes it. At least that’s what I guess by the way his hard cock presses into my stomach.
Hands slide over my body and dizziness takes over as Viktor’s gravelly voice sends a thrill racing through me. “You’re doing so good, beautiful. Let him fuck you. Let him fuck that tight, little cunt.” He grips my jaw with firm pressure, then glances up at Ryan. “Tell her how good she’s doing.”
Ryan leans forward and presses his lips to my ear. “You know you’re my special girl. You feel better than I ever imagined.” His breathing is heavy as he thumps into me, his balls slapping, his eyes never leaving mine.
Gripping the sheets with both hands, I bear down and whimper as Ryan returns upward, and Viktor’s finger circles my clit. He doesn’t seem to be as concerned with coming as he is with touching me. He just wants his hands all over my body. I can see it in the way his eyes are lit, the way his teeth bare, the way his greedy hands wander without hesitation. To him, this is obsession at its highest form. It must be, I can’t imagine what else that fire in his eyes could mean.
I cry out wildly, my ass clenching, one hand gripped on the sheet, the other lost in Viktor’s chest hair. “Don’t stop!”
Ryan’s speed quickens, and he grips me tighter. “Fuck, sweetheart. I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” I whine. “Come for me.”
I sense the heat of Viktor’s gaze on me, watching my face as I edge near orgasm, his finger circling me with speed as Ryan comes, growling out in appreciation.
The noise, the heat, the forbidden nature of having two men completely devoted to me, it’s all I need to fly off the edge.
“Yes,” Viktor growls. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Heat flames across my cheeks and every muscle in my body tightens, bomb after bomb detonating as a breathless climax consumes me.
Viktor holds me in place as Ryan lays to my side, sucking up on my nipples again. My eyes have squeezed shut, but I feel both their eyes on me, watching my show, watching my release.
As my muscles relax again, I open my eyes slowly to see Viktor’s face first. He’s content, satisfied though he hasn’t done much of anything, and he doesn’t seem like he’s going to either. Call me disappointed, but I thought that was the point.
I roll onto him and kiss his neck, barreling his huge body onto the bed. But he doesn’t bite.
“Did I do something wrong? I’ve never had a threesome before. I—”
“You didn’t do a fucking thing wrong,” he groans. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
“Then why… aren’t you…”
He grins, brushing a strand of my hair back. “I’ve waited so long to touch you that I want to make this feeling last.”
