Page 74 of Pucking the Team
Theo’s kisses tapped higher, his breath warming my flesh. When he reached my pussy, he stroked his finger around my clit then set his mouth over it in a deep kiss.
“Oh…oh…bloody hell…” I managed and ran my hand into his hair.
“Is that what you like?” Ben murmured against my cheek. He’d eased my vest top down now so my breasts were exposed. My nipples were hard little points that he lightly tweaked.
“Yes…” I managed. “It’s been so long since…”
Ben cupped my cheek and turned my face to his. “Then it’s time to rectify that and then some.”
He kissed me, and Theo circled his tongue over my clit. It felt heavenly. When he slid one finger into my pussy, I moaned long and low.
I drew my left knee up, giving him better access, and tilted my hips. He took the hint and penetrated me with another finger, giving me the delicious stretch and filling I craved.
“Ben…” I gasped, opening my eyes and staring into his. “I…”
“What?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me…but…sex, it’s like…I’ve gone crazy for it since—”
“Shh, do what feels good, there are no rules for getting over what’s happened to you. If this helps, ifwehelp, let’s just go with that.”
I nodded. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart rate had picked up.
Theo was fucking me with his fingers as his tongue laved my clit. The pressure was growing, the need to climax building.
“Take whatever you need from us,” Ben murmured then ducked his head to take my right nipple into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned and let my head fall back. No wonder people fantasized about threesomes, this was bloody incredible. It was sensation overload.
Theo increased the speed in which he was working me, and the first tugs of my climax dragged at my pussy. I grasped it, wanting to come, wanting to come on Theo’s tongue.
“Like this,” Ben said. He hooked his hand beneath my right thigh and lifted my leg up so I was spread wider still. “And come like this, we’ll make you feel so good. Come and don’t hold back.”
“You…you are already making…me feel good.” I stared down at Theo.
His eyes were closed, and the tip of his nose was buried in my pubic hair.
My grip on his hair tightened, and I clasped my hand over Ben’s knuckles as he held my right breast in a tight squeeze. “I’m going to…I’m…please…oh, don’t stop.”
“He won’t,” Ben said. “I promise he won’t.”
I held my breath and concentrated on the last few seconds of my climb to ecstasy. Ben stared intently at my face, seemingly fascinated by my steely expression. I stared back at him, not having any sudden need to hide or turn away. He could see me for who I was; he’d seen me at my worst, and now this was my best.
I cried out, the explosion of bliss dragging the air from my lungs. “Theo! Oh God, yes.” I bucked up to meet his tongue and spasmed around his fingers. “Fuck yes.” The climax had been swift and intense and wrung me out.
They each squeezed against me, held me tighter, stayed with me whilst the coils of heavenly bliss spread around my body. I was pulsating on the sofa and gasping for breath. My pussy wept around Theo’s fingers, and I canted my pelvis into his face, wanting more of his tongue.
He gave it, flicking my clit hard and fast, until a point came when I needed him to stop. I arched away and shifted my hips. Perspiration shimmered between my breasts.
He lifted his face but kept his fingers lodged high. His mouth and chin were shiny with my arousal.
My breaths were hard to catch, my breasts rising and falling rapidly. I fought to drag in oxygen.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful anyway,” Ben said. “But when you come…when you just let go…that’s a sight, I tell you.”
“Hell yeah,” Theo agreed, his wide mouth stretching into a grin.
I closed my eyes and swallowed, aftershocks rattling through me. The satisfaction was real and delicious, but I knewI’d still want more. It wasn’t like me to be so focused on sex, but it was the sweetest relief from the sting of betrayal.
