Page 27 of Eggnog and Edging
Well, there's something I hadn't thought of. He continues slowly opening the robe, pulling the top down around my shoulders, but with my arms bent, it just falls into the crook of my elbow. I offer no help.
"Looks like our naughty girl is back, Ryker." Cullen wraps his arms around me, lifting me from sitting on my heels, plants a kiss on my lips, and slaps my ass. The impact is muffled by the robe, but gets my attention. "Get the goddamn robe off. I want to see you naked."
I want to object more, tease him, but I can't. I drop the robe. It pools on the floor around me.
"You were right, Cullen, she needs to get her hands on those titties."
They're teaming up. It was so intoxicating when Ryker did it at the club. Cullen stands and they stare down at me as if I’m a treasure they discovered.
I caress up my body, cupping my breasts from underneath, pushing them up, amplifying my cleavage and rolling my hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger. My head lolls back as my eyes fall shut.
Their gazes weigh on me, and I don't want to miss a minute of this. I force my head back up and eyes open so I can watch them stroke themselves, wishing there was some way to watch them both at the same time.
My fear over what will happen when reality sets in reminds me to embrace everything I can in this moment. I let go of my breasts and reach forward, grabbing both cocks.
Cullen's slower to let go than Ryker, but it doesn't take more than a second to get them to let me take over. Trying to keep in mind the speed each of them are using, I give up and just stroke. It's too much coordination that I don't have brain power for right now.
Cullen's cock starts to swell. I stop stroking him, releasing my fingers.
He grunts and his hand flies to his shaft, but I shove it away, stroking until Ryker is also at the point of almost coming, and then I release him.
Ryker gasps. "What the fuck? I thought you wanted us to come."
"I want to make sure you're good and ready."
"That is not a problem," Ryker assures me.
"You like teasing us, Babycakes. You want your ass swatted again?"
"Maybe."
They exchange glances.
"Are you going to spank me?"
"You’re going to have to wait for that," Cullen says proudly. “Right now you need to get those tits up and your mouth open.”
They both fist their cocks, but instead of following orders, I swirl a finger around his tip.
Ryker laughs, so I lean over to him and swirl my tongue around his strained head.
"Oh, fuck yeah, Sweets, I'm going to—" His words come to an abrupt halt when I pull away.
"Starla." His voice is strained.
"Who do you think can hold out the longest?" I ask.
"Not me," Ryker says.
"Whoever holds out the longest gets to fuck me next."
"Why you gotta be like that?" Ryker practically whines.
"Because I love seeing how much you need me." I’m not dense. A stiff breeze would be sufficient. But I love the game.
I pull a lock of hair over my shoulder and tease Cullen's cock with it. He shivers, and when Ryker laughs, I do the same to him.
"Not so funny when the shoe's on the other foot, is it?" Cullen grumbles.
