fluttering his tongue against my clit. He continued that slow push-pull of his fingers, which seemed impossibly long and achingly deep. I just kept on staring, letting my mind float on a sea of happiness when suddenly I was being kissed all over again.
Valerio.
I knew from his scent, from his lips, from the way his mouth moved against mine. This gorgeous man was making out with me slowly, gingerly tracing his fingertips over my face. Sending me to all new levels of heat and arousal, as his friend continued working me over with his talented mouth.
“You’re gorgeous,” Valerio whispered between kisses. His voice was a murmur that sent shivers down my spine. “So fucking beautiful…”
I closed my eyes and surrendered, succumbing to the realization I was helpless to do anything else. My body was theirs. They could do whatever they wanted, whether they knew it or not, and I was perfectly okay with it.
A hand tilted my face in the other direction, and Kade was kissing me next. Back and forth they went, crushing their mouths against mine. Driving me into a frenzy of heat and passion, as my body screwed downward to meet the thickness of Brock’s plunging fingers, matched by his ever-questing tongue.
I reached for them, and my hands quickly found their goal. They were both rock-hard beneath their jeans. I let my palms travel over the stiffness beneath the fabric, reveling in how thick and long they were…
Mmmmm….
Just as quickly however, the boys brushed me away. Frustrated and confused I tried going back, but two hands closed gently over my wrists.
“This is all about you,” one of them whispered. “Not us.”
They went back to kissing me, and soon I was a whimpering mess. I came again, my bare stomach quivering as the muscles went tight. Kade and Valerio lifted my shirt, exposing my breasts. Their hot mouths closed over my nipples simultaneously, eliciting a hiss of intense pleasure as my climax kept spiraling upward from Brock’s hungry mouth, rocketing into my brain.
This can’t be real.
It was an absurd thought, but one I couldn’t help but have. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe my sleep-addled mind was coping with the loneliness of—
“Mmpfhh!”
Brock’s kiss surprised me, though I welcomed his hot, questing tongue. He tasted like me; tangy, salty, sweet. From nose to chin his whole mouth was glazed with my wetness, and the more he kissed me like that the more it turned me on.
Of course, Valerio was already taking Brock’s place between my legs. He spread me gently with his fingers, then began planting a series of soft, almost butterfly-like kisses all over my inner thighs. He let me rest, leaving me to enjoy his friends as they took turns kissing and nuzzling me. They snuggled into me from both sides, tracing my body with the tips of their fingers while kissing my open mouth, my warm neck, my face, my breasts, even my stomach…
How the hell did this happen?
The question made me wonder. Had the guys planned it like this? Or was it just something that happened in the heat of the moment?
In the end I told myself it didn’t matter. That I should just sink back into the comfort of my couch and enjoy the once-in-a-lifetime experience. Valerio’s tongue was fluttering against my sex now, and he knew exactly what he was doing.
My God…
Every touch was electric, every stroke brought me back from the edge of oblivion. I felt my legs go back — pulled by two sets of strong hands — until they were pinned up near my ears. I was open and exposed. Totally at the mercy of Valerio’s diving, twisting tongue and fingers.
“Nnnngggghhhh…”
My last climax was short and intense, and had me thrashing my head from side to side. Brock and Kade were holding me down. They kept me restrained as I struggled through the throes of a monster orgasm, while Valerio’s face kept plunging between my legs, lapping up my sweet nectar.
I was left quivering and shaking, my body stretched out in euphoric delirium. A minute went by, maybe two, then I felt a blanket go over me — the one I kept on the ottoman.
What?
One by one they knelt to kiss me, each of them swirling their tongues through my mouth as a way of saying goodbye. My eyes opened wide.
“W—Where are you going?”
Brock already had his jacket on. He held out another for Valerio, who was already reaching for it.
“Home, baby. Home.”
“But—”
“We didn’t come here to wear out our welcome,”