Page 9 of For the Boys

He takes his time, letting the tips of his wet fingers drag down my stomach, until he finally makes it to my cunt.

“Slide them in slowly, Isaac. I want to see her stretch,” Vincent says, resting his head against the inside of my thigh.

Isaac complies and pushes his index in me painfully slow under Drew’s middle and ring finger. He keeps it still for a moment, and Drew slows his pumps, but I already know from the look in their eyes they aren’t done with me. He flicks his digit in sync with Drew’s for a moment, then slides another inside.

I feel so full and like I could bust at any moment, but that doesn’t stop them. Together they move at a quick rhythm wiggling and curling at different times, and I swear it’s something I’ve never experienced. Each wall of my center is touched and stroked with precision. Their movements are poised in a way. They’re confident in what they’re doing with zero lag in judgment. Each action is with a purpose, and that purpose is to make me come.

“I bet you can take a couple more. Can’t you, baby?” Vincent says in a praising tone.

I bite my bottom lip and push my heels into the mattress. “Yes,” I moan.

He smiles and kisses the inside of my thigh before releasing my wrists.

Just like Drew and Isaac, he covers two fingers in his spit, then runs them up and down my slit a couple times. He pushes them inside over Drew’s, then cocks his thumb so it can toy with my clit.

I didn’t think I could feel any more full, but here I am. I have a total of six fingers in me. More than one hand can hold, and fuck if it doesn’t feel amazing.

I reach up and cling to the sheet under me, fisting the fabric tightly, and curl my toes. I’m so close to the edge, so close to completely exploding, and I know they can feel it. I start to grind with them, matching their movements and chasing that feeling that’s so damn close.

“That’s it, Red,” Isaac coos. “Fuck our hands. I want to be soaked in your juices.”

I buck and grind even harder.

“What a good fucking slut,” Vincent breathes, moving his eyes between my face and where his hand is.

“Come on, Tilly. Let it all out. Come for us.” Drew’s words are what send me over the edge.

The muscles in my legs quiver, stars dot my vision, and my chest feels heavy. I feel walls constrict around each of their fingers, then, I finally let go.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Damn, Red,”Isaac’s voice breaks through the brain fog my orgasm had on me. “That was hot.”

I glance at each of them with a smile, my chest still heaving rapidly. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” I admit.

“Well, it’s good we loosened you up a bit because we’re barely getting started,” Drew chuckles.

“Right,” Vincent interjects. “Just look at my boys, baby. They’re already smitten with you.”

The feeling is definitely mutual. They just managed to give me one of the best orgasms I’ve ever felt and it was done with nothing but their fingers. I can’t even imagine what I’ll feel like when their cocks finally slide into me.

Isaac pushes past where Drew is kneeling and positions himself between my legs. He plants his lips on my stomach, trailing soft kisses all the way up to my boobs, then neck, before finally coming face to face with me.

“But since we made you feel so good, it’s time to return the favor,” he whispers, pecking my lips quickly.

I’m not sure what he has in store, and I don‘t really care. Their skin against mine is more than enough for at the moment. I need to collect myself and calm the fuck down.

He moves even more, sliding his chest up to my face, before sitting up and straddling my shoulders with his knees. His pants are still undone and barely clinging to his body. Unhurried, he slips his hand inside the waist of his boxers and grips his cock.

“Open.” One word is all it takes, and I open wide, waiting.

He pulls himself out and strokes his shaft slowly a few times. I keep my eyes glued to the movement, staring at his length. It’s thick and veiny, but completely smooth and perfectly tan like the rest of him.

He touches the head to my lips, teasing the opening of my mouth for a moment before it’s like he can’t take it anymore. He slides it in slowly, making sure I feel every inch of him before he hits the back of my throat then pulls it back out. Over and over he repeats himself, pushing it in then pulling it back out.

Finally, I lock my lips around him and suck until I feel the tip of his head hit the back of my throat again. Once it’s there this time, he doesn’t move. It makes it hard to breathe, but I keep my composure and remember I’m putting on a show. Not only that, they did make me feel good and I do want to do the same. Like Drew said, tit for tat.

I swallow, making my throat pulse around his length over and over until he pulls away again. Drew and Vincent move up the bed on either side of me and pull out their cocks too, holding them beside me as Isaac slides back into my mouth. I would grab them if I could, but with Isaac’s weight on my chest, and his knees pinning my arms to my side, I’m stuck where I am. I’m completely useless other than my mouth, and at their mercy.I don’t mind it, I actually quite enjoy it, so I open wider, letting Isaac push into me even deeper.

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