Page 14 of Bliss: Part 1
Dash broke away, panting, and rested his forehead against mine. “Fuck, Bliss, maybe we should—” He cut himself off with another kiss, desperate as Ashby’s mouth found my ear and whispered: “You’re driving us both insane. You know that, right?”
I nodded, my pulse stuttering, feeling their hands and mouths and cocks all over my body.
“Turn around. On your back,” Ashby said.
I did, breaking away from Dash’s kiss to turn onto my back.
Ashby’s hand was still cupping my tit, while Dash’s was flat on my stomach.
I was in a haze. My head was spinning, but I wanted whatever was going to happen next.
This was way too exciting. We were crossing lines left and right, but we clearly didn’t care.
Ashby’s eyes were stormy with hunger. He looked at me like I was something he was about to devour. And I would let him. He leaned forward and kissed me, less gentle than earlier and much more demanding, his tongue tracing the outline of my lip before pushing in. I tasted both of them now. Dash’s sweetness overlaid with Ashby’s sharper edge, the two flavors merging.
On the other side of me, Dash’s hands explored. He pulled my hair aside, kissed my shoulder, then trailed his fingers down, hooking them into my panties.
Ashby broke the kiss, and they both looked at each other before their eyes were on me.
“Will you let us try something?”
I looked at Ashby and nodded without giving it a second thought. Whatever he wanted to try, I was up for it.
“Get up on your knees. Face us.”
Ashby’s demand came quick and easy, as if he had this planned for a long time. I knew he hadn’t. But he made it seem like he did.
I pushed myself up and turned around so I was kneeling on the mattress between their bodies, facing them. I rested my hands on my thighs and studied Ashby, waiting for him to give me further instructions.
But he didn’t give me any. Instead, he looked over at Dash and said, “Take off your shorts.”
Dash and I looked at each other before staring at Ashby. “What?”
“Take it off,” he said again, then looked at me. “And you take off your shirt. I wanna see those pretty tits.”
I couldn’t talk. My mouth was dry, my mind fuzzy, and my heart pounding so hard I was sure I soon would have to go to the hospital to get it checked.
“Come on. Don’t be fucking shy now. We already did too much not to go further. Would be a damn shame.”
He was right.
At least, he made me believe he was.
Pressing my lips together, I gave it another thought before taking off my shirt. I had no shame, and the guys didn’t have it, either.
They both pushed down their shorts, and I watched their cocks rest against their pelvises, long and hard and veiny. Ashby’s tip was redder than Dash’s, and Dash’s cock had a slight curve to it.
They were both thick and long enough to scare me, but I knew we wouldn’t have sex tonight. I just knew it.
“Touch us,” Ashby said, his voice hoarse from the suddenly dry air in the room.
I needed a moment to think about this. How to do it without neglecting one of them. I had never touched a cock before, and now they wanted me to touch two at once. That was one way to do it. Being thrown right into the deep end.
I reached out both hands, one for each. I wrapped my right around Dash, and my left hand closed around Ashby.
The heads of both their cocks were silky and wet with precum.
They both jerked when I moved my hands down, squeezing just enough. Dash hissed through his teeth, and Ashby smirked, watching me closely as I started stroking them, slow and tentative at first.
