Page 22 of Triple Tidings
It’s a miracle my knees don’t give out.
Wells must see this is a lot for me, because as I sag against August, he decides to take matters into his own hands. “Come over here, Lace. Sit on my lap while the doctor has his fun with you.”
I’m already panting when August allows his hands to fall. He steps back to look at me, smirking as he watches me regather full use of my limbs and step toward the man still seated in the corner. My hands tremble as I lift them to release the back clasp of my bra, allowing the bunched-up garment to fall to the ground with the rest of my clothes.
Leaving me naked and alone with two fully dressed older men, both of whom are watching my every move, like predators about to go in for the kill.
I’m not scared, though. Even if this is so far out of my comfort zone, and I haven’t ever done anything even remotely close to this daring in my other intimate relationships, I feel strangely safe as I step carefully toward Wells, my pulse thundering wildly.
When I’m standing just before him, I stop, and Wells allows his eyes to roam over my exposed skin, as though he’s determined to remember every inch of me. “So beautiful, honey,” he rumbles, and I hear myself suck in an unsteady breath as his hands come out to settle on my bare waist.
Possessed by a sudden impulse, I lean forward, hyperaware of the view August must be getting behind me. Something likeexcitement flashes behind Wells’ warm brown eyes, and he tilts his chin up, accepting my kiss with a low groan of approval.
Our kiss is slow and strangely tender, considering the situation we’ve found ourselves in. Outside its warm, intimate bubble, though, tension is tightening with each passing second, demanding we finish what we started. Immediately.
I moan when Wells’ teeth graze my bottom lip, and his hands—which are so large they almost span my entire waist—tighten at the sound. Behind me, I’m aware of August moving closer, and when we break apart, I barely have time to look at Wells before he’s turning me around to face the second man in the room.
August watches from a few steps away as Wells guides me back into his lap, my butt settling against the hard bulge of his erection. Before I can even imagine what’s coming next, those big hands are pressing my bare legs apart over his own spread thighs, hooking me wide open.
“Oh my god,” I hear myself giggle, a little hysterically, as August advances, his eyes locked on my pussy. “This is insane.”
“Yes. It is,” Wells agrees grimly, drawing his thumbs back and forth over the delicate skin of my inner thighs, the touch somehow comforting and erotic at once. “Do you want to stop the madness?”
It takes me all of half a second to probe my feelings and come up with an answer to that. “No.”
August’s lips curve in a smirk as he stops before us, looking down at us. “Good.”
My heart leaps as he sinks to his knees between our legs and leans forward, sealing his mouth over my pussy without the slightest hesitation. I cry out, the shock of the sensation—which I haven’t felt in a very long time—overwhelming me just as much as the suddenness of it.
August doesn’t seem to need to settle in. Within seconds, he’s dragging the flat of his tongue over my clit, lapping at my arousal with a groan of satisfaction.
Through his jeans, Wells’ erection throbs. “Christ,” he grunts, lifting his hands to my breasts now. “You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?” He pinches my nipples at the exact moment August sucks my clit between his lips, and I’m already shaking.
“Yes,” I sob as my hips lift against August’s mouth, trying to get closer to what he’s doing, needing more. “Please,please?—”
In the back of my mind, I know I’ll have it. It seems like a foregone conclusion that before the night is up, I’ll be gettingmuch, muchmore. This is the most erotic, pleasurable moment of my life, and I haven’t even come yet.
It will be a miracle if I’m able to walk by the time they’re done with me.
“Hold still,” Wells grunts, giving my nipples a reproving tug as I try to squirm closer to August. “He’ll finish you off soon enough. Be a good little slut and take what we give you.”
Oh my lord.
The dirty talk and the careful, teasing ministrations of my breasts are intense all on their own. As August’s tongue probes my entrance, however, his hazel eyes glinting up at me, I think I might pass out.
“You’re getting our cocks after this.” Wells’ beard rasps against the sensitive skin on my neck. “I’m fucking aching, Lace. You and this smug asshole have had me stiff for two days straight, and your cunt is going to get railed hard for it.”
The corners of August’s eyes crease, as though he’s fighting a smile, as he sucks and licks his way back up to my clit, pulling the oversensitive nub between his lips in long, pulsing draws.
I can barely recognize the noises I’m making as my own. Never in my life have I been driven so far out of my own head, reduced to a greedy, horny mess for the two men holding me.
As Wells' fingers tighten on my nipples again, pinching and tugging harder than ever, it’s officially too much.
I actually scream as I come. The desperate, sharp noise explodes out of me, as if my lungs are trying to vent some of the pleasure my body doesn’t have room for. August doesn’t stop, either; he sucks my clit through every wave of my orgasm until I’ve collapsed back into Wells, limp and spent.
Slowly, August lifts his head, meeting Wells’ eyes over my shoulder as he wipes my arousal from his mouth. “She’s ready. How do you want to do this?”
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