you? Filling you up?” His whisper was hoarse, but his words still bounced off the tiles, making my pussy clench around Ethan’s cock.
“Yes,” I hissed. Josh gripped my hips and lifted me until I was on my knees hovering over Ethan. Immediately I missed the feeling of him inside me, and just like that, I was ready to keep going, all doubts about my body’s limits driven out by Josh’s dirty words. I was so lost in my lust I barely registered Ethan cleaning up his hot seed with gentle hands and the wet towel.
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes.” I was panting again, or still. I wasn’t sure I’d ever stopped. Ethan was trying to catch his breath too, his eyes raking my body.
“You want us both inside you?” Josh nipped my ear, and I shivered. He reached between my legs from behind and stroked me, his fingers gliding easily over the slick flesh. I was so sensitive I nearly came again. Ethan grinned and started playing with my breasts.
“Fuck. Yes.” I moaned.
“Who?” Josh dragged his fingers back farther, between my ass cheeks. “Tell me who you want inside you.”
“You.” I arched my back, desperate for more now.
“I’ll take your ass.” He pushed the tip of one finger just inside. “I’ll be the first one to stick my cock here. But who do you want inside your pussy at the same time?”
“Any of you. All of you.” I was incoherent, drunk on sex. I had no idea what I was even saying. I did want them all, and logically, I knew it was physically impossible, but Josh was making me crazy with his dirty talk.
We’d discussed anal sex. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about having two of them at the same time, so I’d sat Josh and Tyler down and told them what I wanted. A brand-new butt plug had appeared in my drawer the next day, and we’d started experimenting, working up to it.
“Next time, you can have whoever you want. But right now you’ll have me.” Josh put a second finger into my ass, his breath still hot on my neck. At the same time, he finally pushed his cock into me—slowly, so I could feel every inch of him sliding in as he pulled his fingers out of my other hole at the same time. It was such an intense sensation, a unique kind of friction.
My arms started to shake as I struggled to stay upright, and I let myself collapse on top of Ethan’s chest. Ethan stroked my shoulders with his gentle hands while Josh kept my hips angled up with a firm grip.
After starting things slowly, taking a few deliberate, languorous strokes, he set a fast pace, his hips slamming against me as though he couldn’t seem to keep himself from chasing his release.
His breathing became erratic, but in between moans he managed to make another demand. “Come with me. Fuck. I’m so close.”
“Don’t know if I can,” I panted. It was almost too sensitive, too much. Maybe my body topped out at three.
“Yes, you can.” He sounded so sure. His chest pressed against my back as his arms slapped down on either side of Ethan’s shoulders. “Ethan, give us a hand here.”
His hips never stopped pounding into me as Ethan dragged his hand down my side, then pushed it between us.
“With pleasure.” I could hear the grin in his voice as he found my clit and rubbed in rhythm with Josh’s fast pace.
“Fuck!” Josh sounded as frustrated as he did satisfied; he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He slammed into me one last time and spilled inside me.
The way his hips ground into me through his release pushed him deeper, hitting the sweet spot. Combined with Ethan’s unrelenting fingers on my clit, it was enough to send me over the edge yet again.
“Yes!” I cried out. Josh’s tendency to verbalize everything made me more vocal too. I shuddered through my release, pressed between two hot, chiseled chests.
Josh pulled out and collapsed onto his back next to us.
“Just in time.” He smiled at me. His wet hair looked almost as dark as Tyler’s brown locks, and I ran my hand through it.
Josh kissed me tenderly on the lips, the forehead, and the tip of my nose, then leaned back and closed his eyes as his breathing evened out.
Over the steady rise and fall of his chest, my eyes locked with serious gray ones. Tyler was still in his spot on the bench, slowly stroking himself