Page 88 of Furious
“Fuck.” He grunts when I swirl my tongue around his cockhead.
I tease him for a few seconds, then I take his pink, velvety tip into my mouth and suck slowly and gently.
He collects my hair in his hands, his hips undulating in perfect tempo with the pace of Chance’s thrusts.
This could be awesome in and of itself, but another idea comes to my mind and I want to put it into action.
I release Lev’s cock with a little pop and he immediately worries about me.
“Are you ok, Zee?”
“More than ok.” I whisper, stifling a moan when Chance buries himself inside me to the hilt, making my clit pulse in response. “Can you give me that, please?” I nod toward the bottle of lube that’s been abandoned on the couch by Lev’s side.
He hands me the small bottle and watches intently as I open it and pour some of the liquid into the palm of my hand.
“Hmm.” He moans, closing his eyes as I begin massaging the lube all over his shaft and balls.
I make everything slippery and while I keep pumping my closed fist along the length of Lev’s shaft, my other hand brings the lube further down between his thighs.
Lev instinctively widens his stance, allowing me better access to the soft, smooth skin of his taint.
He moans again when I massage it briefly, but I don’t stop there.
“Oh.” His eyes open when my fingers begin to circle the hole between his cheeks.
I massage it by spreading the lube around it, like Lev did with me the first time we played there, but I don’t attempt to breach it. “Is this ok?” I ask. “Remember you said you were curiousabout a prostate massage? I researched it a little and if you wanted to try it, we could?—”
“Fuck, yeah.” He says, biting on his bottom lip.
In the meantime, Chance has stopped moving. He stayed buried deep inside me. He’s rubbing slow, light circles on my clit and he’s watching us with rapt interest.
I’m careful as I feel my way between Lev’s cheeks. In this position, I can massage his cock with one hand, but I don’t get a very good view of his hole. The thought hits me that I’m glad I like to keep my nails on the short side, but even with that, I’m extremely cautious when I dip my middle finger inside him.
He doesn’t tense up like I expected.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He says when I push deeper, up to my first knuckle. “Chance, what are you waiting for? Let’s make our girl come.”
My stepbrother’s answer is a grind of his hips that sends a wave of pleasure all over my body. I’m so turned on that I know it won’t take long to push me over the edge.
As Chance picks up his pace, I keep working on Lev. I tug my fist up and down his shaft while I move my finger in and out of him. If I was worried about hurting him, his moans reassure me that this feels good to him.
It feels good to me too, in an unexpected way. I think I understand how the guys feel about being inside me. It’s a heady, powerful feeling and the fact that he trusts me enough to let me do this is something I keep close to my heart.
“Baby, I’m gonna come.” Chance grunts, driving as deep inside me as he can.
The thrust is hard and sends a shockwave to my clit. That’s my undoing.
“Fuck.” Lev’s voice breaks as the first rope of his warm release lands on the corner of my lower face.
I can’t resist the urge to flick my tongue to get a taste of it. “Hmm.” I moan.
“Suck me, Zee.” He murmurs, cupping the back of my head to help me wrap my lips around his cock.
I’m still pulsing with a pleasure so intense that the whole world disappears. All that exists right now is this room and these two men. My two men.
I’m so wrapped up in this intense moment that I miss the living room door opening and the sound of footsteps that follows.
“What the fuck are you doing to her?”
