The air between us felt thick — laced with anticipation, with hunger. I could feel their eyes on me before either of them laid a hand. That electric pause before the storm. I was already naked, already open, already wet. And I was exactly where I wanted to be — between them.
Liam was to my left — steady, confident, and so sure of himself. He touched me like he knew exactly what I’d respond to before I did. Josh, to my right, was newer to this… more hesitant, more curious. But that curiosity was laced with heat. He watched everything. Especially when Liam touched me.
Liam was first, always first. His mouth brushed my jawline, slow and deliberate, trailing heat down my neck. One hand moved to my breast, fingers circling my nipple until it peaked under his touch. I gasped. My body responded instantly, arching toward him.
Josh’s hand grazed my thigh, his touch feather-light. I turned my head and met his gaze — wide-eyed, fascinated, hungry. I reached for his hand and guided him higher, where I was soaked and ready. The second his fingers met that slick heat, his breath caught.
“You feel that?” I whispered, hips tilting up into his palm. “That’s for you.”
He moaned — soft and genuine — and then Liam took my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss.
Their hands found me together, stroking in sync, working my clit and sliding fingers inside me. Liam showed Josh how I liked it — curling just right, rubbing at the perfect rhythm — and Josh learned quickly. My body started to shake from the pleasure of being touched by both of them, teased, toyed with, edged together like they had one mind and four hands.
Liam moved lower and took my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking in time with Josh’s fingers. I was already spiralling. Already close. But they knew when to ease off. To hold me on that knife-edge.
“Not yet,” Liam murmured.
I whimpered.
Josh pulled back, eyes locked on my core. “Can I taste you?”
Liam smiled. “You should.”
And then Josh slid between my legs, spreading me slowly, reverently. His tongue touched me for the first time and I cried out. He was thorough, hungry, letting every flick and circle show just how badly he wanted this. His moans vibrated through me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
Liam lay beside me, stroking my breasts, whispering filth into my ear as Josh devoured me. Then, after a while, he leaned down to join him — and I nearly shattered from the heat of having both of them between my thighs.
Josh pulled back, his face glistening, lips red and swollen. “You taste unreal,” he said.
“You should try her,” he added, turning to Liam.
And Liam didn’t hesitate. He slid between my legs and began to lick, slow and deep, curling his tongue in exactly the way he knew would undo me. Josh leaned in and kissed him — mouths slick, tongues exploring, licking my taste off each other. My body bucked beneath them, the sight alone making me wild.
They kissed, again and again, messily, hungrily, like they couldn’t get enough. One of them licked me while the other kissed his mouth. Then they switched. I lost all track of who was where — I was just wet, full, worshipped.
Eventually, I needed more. I pushed up to kneeling between them, one man on each side of me. Their cocks stood hard and waiting, flushed and leaking. I reached for both at once — one hand around each shaft — and slowly began to stroke. The sound of their groans made me ache all over again.
I leaned forward and took Josh into my mouth first, tongue teasing the head, then swallowing him deeper. Liam moaned beside me as I stroked him, watching my lips around Josh, reaching out to touch Josh’s cock where my hand moved. Testing. Exploring. Curious.
When I turned to take Liam into my mouth, Josh mirrored him — his fingers stroking Liam’s shaft alongside mine. The feel of their tension, their size, the slick heat of them twitching in my grip — I was soaked all over again.
They kissed over me. Slow, tentative at first, then deeper. Josh’s hand slid down Liam’s cock while Liam touched him back, and I moaned around the head of Liam’s length as they both touched each other through me. There was no rush. Just heat. Chemistry. Desire, drawn out and delicious.
Then Liam pulled back.
“Lie down,” he said, voice rough. “We’re not done with you.”
I lay on my back, legs spread wide, body humming. Josh knelt between my thighs again, rubbing the thick head of his cock against my clit. Liam kissed me while Josh teased me with the tip, dragging it through my slick folds, just barely pushing in, then pulling back. My hips rolled, desperate.
And then — when I thought I might lose my mind — Josh slid inside. Slow. Deep. I gasped, stretching around him, completely full.
Liam didn’t just watch. He slid beside me, kissed me hard, then moved down to my breasts, sucking and licking as Josh began to move in a slow, grinding rhythm. Then Liam shifted lower and licked around the base of Josh’s cock as he fucked me, lapping at the place where our bodies met.
He licked me, and Josh, tasting everything.
Josh cried out, nearly losing rhythm.
And then Liam’s mouth was back on my clit, tongue circling in time with Josh’s thrusts. They worked together — one inside, one on my clit — kissing each other between moans, licking me clean, fucking me so thoroughly I couldn’t breathe.
My orgasm hit hard. My thighs clenched. My body arched. I came with a cry that echoed off the walls, and they held me through every shake and tremble.
When it passed, they wrapped themselves around me — warm, spent, still hard.
Still mine.
Exactly where I belonged.
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