hot mouths, two needy tongues, two men growing more insistent with every ragged breath. I coaxed Carl tighter to my back, circling my hips to tease his cock, and he thrust and ground and hitched me up against him, the length of him pressing into the crack of my ass as Rick pressed himself against my pussy.
Sandwiched. Pinned hard between two dicks. Two hard cocks straining to be inside me, and I wanted it. I wanted them.
My fingers became braver, ghosting Carl’s cheek as my body accustomed itself to the bulk of him. He still intimidated me, his steel still giving me shivers in the deep, dark depths of me, but I was coming to know him. And I was coming to like what I knew.
I focused back on our surroundings, on the hustle of bodies dancing all around us, and nobody was giving us a second glance, too caught up in their own groove. Men kissing men, men kissing women, women kissing women, a whole roomful of people feeling the beat and the heat and the promise of sex in the air. Rick’s beard tickled my shoulder, and I smiled.
Yes. Yes, I could do this.
I wanted to do this.
I tipped Rick’s face up and pressed my lips to his and I was smiling, and then I coaxed Carl forward, my hand around his neck, pulling him forward as I guided Rick back. Their lips met over my shoulder, and I liked it, I really liked it. Carl’s mouth opened first, and I watched so closely, loving the way his tongue pressed to Rick’s. I moved my pussy against Rick’s thigh and I watched them make out, guiding Rick’s hand to my tits to squeeze at me, pull at me, make me fucking tingle.
And then they looked at me, both of them, looked at me with their lips still glistening from their kiss, and their eyes were hungry and hooded, their gaze pointed.
I closed my eyes as two hot mouths came for mine, unsure of which tongue was whose as they tangled with mine. It was wet and messy and totally uncontrolled, disorienting me enough that I didn’t know whose hand was on my tits, or which guy was pinching my nipple until I wriggled.
I wasn’t sure whose fingers slipped between my legs and found my clit. Whose fingers slipped their way inside my thong and found me wet and desperate. Whose fingers slipped inside me and thrust to the beat of the music until I was panting against their open mouths and hissing out curses. “Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.”
“Dirty girl,” Carl rasped. “I love a girl with a filthy mouth.”
I wrapped my arms around their shoulders, and I smiled my way through the butterflies in my belly.
“This dirty girl is ready for bed,” I said. I looked at them, both of them, their eyes glinting hot under the party lights, and I knew what I wanted. “This dirty little girl is… ready.”
As ready as I’d ever be.
Ready. Yes. Ready.
And yet I felt so nervous. More than nervous. Scared.
Scared and excited. A strange combination. I guessed like a parachute jump, or swimming with sharks. Or taking that big fucking fence on a horse that was playing up. I always took the fence. I could take this, too. These two.
Carl slipped the key card in the door and held it open, and I stepped past him with a deep breath. The urge for crappy small talk bubbled up in me as the door clicked shut behind the guys, but there was nothing to say. Nice evening. Phew, what a club. Who fancies a cuppa? Lovely cup of tea, always good before my pussy gets torn open, I find. I’d be stalling, and for what? Two pairs of eyes were hungry, scoping me out in the quiet of the room, and it made me tingle from my tits to my toes.
They stood, shoulder to shoulder, waiting for my move, and they were gorgeous. Both of them were gorgeous.
I kicked my heels aside and my feet were grateful. My dress was easy to take down, it slipped smoothly from my shoulders, baring my breasts, and Rick smiled as I wriggled it down over my hips. Carl didn’t smile, but he nodded, just a little. Just enough. My dress dropped to the floor and I stepped out from the fabric, making sure to keep my shoulders back and tits proud, portraying a confidence that wasn’t entirely genuine.
“Nice,” Rick said. “She’s a picture,