of the sofa and knelt up alongside me, his eyes on Carl’s mouth as he slurped at my tit. Rick took my knee and tugged my legs wider apart, and he brushed Carl’s hand away, pulling down my zipper and squirming his way inside my jeans. He found my clit and pressed hard, circling it in long slow motions.
He lowered his face to Carl’s. “Share,” he said, and he poked his tongue out, hunting after the same nipple.
Share. Fuck, how I wanted them to share.
Carl plopped my nipple from his mouth and guided it to Rick, and Rick sucked where he’d been, sucked hard. I groaned and pulled my bra down fully, arched my back, loved the sight of Rick sucking me, and Carl’s open mouth as he latched onto my other nipple. I placed my hands to the backs of their heads and pulled them into me. Closed my eyes to it as they sucked hard. They bit. They nibbled. And I moaned like a bitch and held them there, pressed them into me until they pulled away, gasping for breath, mouths wet, eyes drooling.
I couldn’t speak, breaths too heavy, nostrils flaring. My hands went to my tits, squeezed them, loving the wetness two hungry mouths had left on my skin. “Oh God,” was all I managed, my ass squirming of its own accord.
Between them they pulled down my jeans, yanking them down my thighs and pulling them off over my feet, and there was only the wet cotton of my knickers hiding my pussy from them.
Two sets of fingers rubbed at me, two thumbs aiming for my throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Make me come… I need to come…”
I was still aching inside, a dull pain as my clit fluttered and my muscles clenched, but I wanted them. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be fucked hard enough that I’d feel them all the way through tomorrow.
Carl dropped from the sofa, and the warmth of his mouth pressed wet and breathy to the inside of my thigh. He scraped his teeth and kissed his way up my skin, nudging my clit with his nose as he breathed in my scent, and fuck I pushed into him. He took the fabric of my knickers between his teeth and he sucked, tasting, and I pushed some more, writhing against him. Then he moved the fabric aside and his fingers spread me, his tongue hunting out the throbbing little nub of my clit, and I moaned for him, heard myself saying his name over and over as his fingers searched inside me.
Rick shifted at my side, pulled my hands from my tits, and his smile was so beautiful, just for a few seconds before he lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked me in. Sucked my tit all the way into his mouth – at least that’s what it felt like.
Carl’s tongue darted and lapped at my clit as Rick’s tongue bar flicked at my nipple. His fingers grabbed at my other tit, and pinched and rolled and squeezed and it was fucking heaven.
I took Carl’s hair in one hand, Rick’s in the other, held them in position.
“More,” I said. “Suck… suck me…”
I bucked my hips against Carl’s mouth, and his tongue squirmed and teased. His fingers scissored the tender flesh around my clit, gripping me for his tongue, and he worked me hard, his tongue quickening into tight little circles right where I needed them.
“Fuck, I really need to come now…” I moaned. “Please…”
Carl sucked. He sucked hard. He sucked on my clit until I arched my back and curled my toes. He sucked until I lost my mind and hissed out words that made no sense. He sucked until my grip on his hair loosened, and my breath was deep and fast and evening out.
And then Carl became consumed. He pushed Rick aside and took hold of my shoulders, forced me down onto my back and tugged my knickers off. My hands were reaching for him, hot for the sight of his naked body, the feel of his skin, but he seemed too urgent for that. He loosened his belt and pulled out his cock, thick and dark and heavy as he thumped it against my thigh. He pressed it to my fluttery mound, and Rick raised my head so I could stare at it, the way its length rose to my belly button when his balls pressed to my slit.
Carl ground against me. “Deep,” he said.