Page 79 of Enticement
Clearly the moment demanded more than just the pleasure of giving.
“Want some help with that?” She released his fly and ran her cupped hands up and down the length of his smooth shaft. He was just as primed as Kit and leaking shiny beads of precome that she rubbed into the taut skin. Evie rolled onto her side on the carpet and wriggled into the space between the two men. The warmth of Ross’s body, coupled with the soft brush of the thick hairs around his loins felt great against her palms. So close to him, she revelled in the scent of his body, that earthy smell that made her want to snuggle up close to him and coat herself in it, as if to mark herself as his. His cock bobbed eagerly the closer she got, but she eschewed touching him there, choosing to tickle the underside of his balls with the very tip of her tongue instead.
“Oh, man. Evie! I can’t suck while you do that.”
“Sure you can,” she whispered close to his skin, knowing the stroke of her breath would tantalize him almost as much as the lick.
“I can’t.”
Ignoring the plea, she did it again, and somehow he managed to keep it together enough to continue fellating Kit, his body moving back and forth with the rhythm of his sucks. However, when she ventured toward the delicate nerve-endings around this anus, he jerked rather more violently, and clamped a hand upon her stomach. “Evie, no! Really no. This is about Kit’s pleasure, not mine.”
“Isn’t it about us all pleasing each other?”
“She’s right, you know, Ross,” Kit interjected. The sofa springs creaked as he strained forward trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on, but she doubted the angles involved allowed him much visibility. “Evie, how about you swivel yourself up here beside me and let me put my tongue to work too.”
Having just claimed this was about them all being equal, she could hardly refuse him on the grounds that he was supposed to be resting. Evie climbed onto the sofa. It took a moment or two of wriggling to negotiate the contortions involved in positioning herself so that Kit could reach her cunt without the benefit of using his hands, and so that she could still reach Ross well enough to suck him. She concentrated on doing that, rather than continuing to tease his puckered hole. Nevertheless, Ross seemed to be on a hair-trigger, his cock bobbing high, the skin stretched taut like that of a ripe plum. He groaned, despite having his own mouth full of Kit’s cock, and he was soon coated with a fresh glow of sweat.
For her own part, she tried not to concentrate on what Kit was doing with his tongue, although, he made that extremely hard. Kit had a way of touching her clit that seemed to pool warmth just behind her navel, that would then zip downwards turning her hardened clit into the centre of a magical explosion. She jiggled her hips, thinking about how good it would feel if one of them were to fuck her while the other licked. They hadn’t done that yet, but she was making mental notes for future possibilities. Right now, though, they were seriously making her buzz. Her thigh muscles involuntarily spasmed and clamped either side of Kit’s ears. He laughed, and the sound of his mirth amplified the sensation of ascent. This was going to be over very quickly.
Kit pushed Ross’s head clear of his cock. “You two didn’t have to be abstinent in my absence, you know.”
“How do you know that?” Evie glared at Ross, wondering when he’d told Kit.
“He didn’t say anything. It’s blatantly obvious. You’re both hyper-sensitive.”
“Ugh!” was the only response they got out of Ross, whose hips continued to piston. Evie returned to sucking him and seed flowed onto her tongue mere moments later. He sagged back onto his haunches, still panting hard. “Sorry, guys.”
“No problem,” said Kit from his position wedged between Evie’s thighs. He raised his head, revealing his chin, glistening with the wetness of her body. The two men’s gazes locked.
“What is it?” she asked. They reminded her of two stags locking horns. She eased herself around until the sofa fully supported her back.
“Come here.” Kit pushed himself upright using his elbow and nodded at his lap. Evie dipped her head, assuming he meant for her to take Ross’s place sucking him. “No. Astride.” Kit’s smile shone in his eyes—challenging, daring her.
“Wait.” Ross started rooting around in Evie’s purse for condoms.
“Equal,” said Kit, demanding her attention again. “I’m clean, and I assume you two are and that there’s some contraception going on somewhere given that you’re constantly at each other without any apparent concern for the consequences.”
“Hang in there.” Ross rushed over, having already ripped open the foil packaging.
Evie stayed his hand, before he could roll the sheath down Kit’s shaft. “He has a point, Ross. I want to feel him naked. Don’t you?”
“I… I guess. Maybe not at this precise moment.”
Although judging by the perkiness of his cock, it wouldn’t be long before he was considering it.
Evie slid onto Kit. He was as smooth as butter and pleasingly stiff. They took it steady, her taking charge since Kit’s movements were limited by his injuries. It wasn’t long before Ross was pressing up against her back, his hands seeking her breasts and the puckered teats of her nipples. Only half-hard, his cock rubbed along the crack between her cheeks in time with the motion of her rising and falling. This was surely the mirror of what Ross had been imagining that first night when Kit had stood in the kitchen doorway watching them. He must have thought of his lover joining them. Perhaps that was the reason he’d called Kit’s name as he’d come. He’d never intended the gasp to be a warning. It had been a simple admission of his thoughts.
“Kiss me.”
Ross met her demand, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, duplicating the motion of his fingers, two of which stroked through her damp curls to find her clit. They scissored briefly around Kit’s thrusting cock, before returning to the source of her pleasure.
“Come for us, Evie.”
“Yes, do.” Kit’s eyes fluttered closed and his neck arched back. “Before I beat you to it.”
Ross rubbed her clit a little harder and pushed a finger into her arse. The combined sensation from three points of stimulation set her soaring. Ross nuzzled her neck as she came, while Kit gasped against her chest as his cock spasmed inside her.
They held each other close.
“I love you,” she gasped, and she knew they understood she meant them both.
