Page 31 of Just in Time
“Please…” I groaned, my toes curling on the linoleum. “Please, I need more…”
Indy stood then, his pants falling to the ground as he stepped out of them. His lean, muscular body was even more beautiful than the last time I’d seen it.
And this time, I could look all I wanted with no regards to propriety.
Brody coaxed me up to a standing position as Indy took my place on the chair.
My hands were on my breasts, plucking at my nipples as he got into position. He slid two fingers between my legs, inching up my inner thighs until he could feelme. Indy swore under his breath when he felt how wet I was. And I practically purred when he slid his fingers over my clit. My legs shook as he slowly stroked me, dipping his fingers into my opening and fucking them in and out. Getting me used to the intrusion. I was drenched. Soaked. Ready.
He pulled them out, placing both hands on my hips and tugging me down in his lap.
I ground against his cock, getting him all slippery with my arousal.
The sight made Brody growl softly as he took Indy’s place on the table, his hand moving over the bulge in his pants.
I reached between my legs and encircled Indy’s cock, I brought the tip of him close to my clit, slowly circling my hips and rubbing him against the tiny nub.
I heard the metallic sound of Brody’s zipper as he slowly pulled out his stiff member. It was swollen, dark red and leaking as he slowly pulled it out of his jeans. He ran his gloved hand up and down the length of it, his eyes never leaving the place where Indy and I were nearly joined. Brody mouthed the word ‘fuck’ when I finally sank down.
I moaned openly as Indy’s cock pressed up into my body. I didn’t want to compare him and Brody, but it was kind of a tighter squeeze than I was used to.
And Brody wasn’t exactly an easy fit either.
I shuddered as I settled in Indy’s lap. The resulting growl from the man between my legs reverberated up my entire body.
His hand inched around my waist and down between my legs to rub at my clit.
“Oh fuck…” I whimpered. “Oh fuck yes… Indy… just like that…”
His dick was curved just so, and it hit all the right places as I started to bounce slowly in his lap.
Brody looked like he wanted to cum now, his hand squeezing around the base of his member to slow his orgasm.
I held out my hands reached for him. “Please…” I whispered. “Brody…please…”
Indy scooted the chair closer. Or maybe Brody pulled the table. I wasn’t sure in that blissed out moment. Whoever did the thing, they did a good thing as I was able to bend slightly at the waist and take Brody in my mouth.
Indy’s grip on my hips tightened and I was able to give myself over to the push and pull of his rhythm. I matched it with Brody as he placed one hand on the back of my head, allowing me to bob my mouth up and down on his cock.
“Holy shit…” he swore as I moaned around him. Incoherent sounds of pleasure. I slid my tongue up the shaft, making soft slurping sounds as I sucked softly on the head.
He’d already been close once from watching us and then stroking himself earlier, but no matter what I did, he seemed determined to last as long as we did.
Which, judging by the growing pressure between my legs, the ache that refused to quit, and by the sounds Indy was making, it wouldn’t be long.
Indy’s fingers were bruising as he quickened his pace. Pushing me forward and pulling me back with an intensity that made me gasp for breath around Brody. The wet sounds of our sex was masked only by the muffled moans coming from me as Brody started fucking my mouth in earnest.
I shuddered, undoubtedly squeezing Indy inside me as I came. I saw bright stars behind my eyelids as my entire body clenched and released.
Indy groaned, squeezing my hip erratically, which I took to be a signal that he was close. My toes found the floor again as I tightened my thighs and started to bounce a little in his lap. He tugged me down, holding me fast to his body as his hips pulsed up against mine, the hot, wet feel of his release bursting forth inside me.
“I’m cumming,” Brody rasped, pulling back away from me as I reached for his cock. I stroked him through it, his seed splashing in my face.
We all just sat there, panting, for a few seconds. I used the time to catch my breath and to lick my lips, which caused Brody to make a soft rumbling sound, his softening cock jerking in my hand.
“Not complaining,” Indy said from behind me, his hands now firmly grasping my hips again. “But—”
“Brody told me to come out and say good morning,” I said, laughing a little as Brody fumbled behind him for a stack of paper napkins so he could clean off my face.
“Message received,” Indy said, wincing as I rose off him and straightened my back. “And I’d just like to say I really like how y’all say ‘good morning’?”
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