Page 39 of Random Encounter

Thirteen

Adrienne

It didn’t matter that my introduction to Dustin and Phillip was seeing them naked. Sitting between them, both of them shirtless, Dustin’s knee pressed close to my mound, was an entirely new experience.

Was I really asking myself this morning if I could do unattached sex? With them? Seemed that way, because the only thing I wanted was to feel every inch of them, in every way possible.

Dustin—hard and sculpted—did everything with so much intensity. That included the way he kissed me, and the low growls that rumbled from his chest when I traced along his skin, following the muscles. He was an artist’s dream, and he was definitely part of my fantasy.

I trailed over the AcesPlayed tattoo on his bicep, over his shoulder, and along his neck. He caught my wrist, gripping tightly enough to tantalize, and drew two of my fingers into his mouth.

Godhow did that feel so incredible, especially with him holding my gaze the entire time.

I wanted to follow the lines of Phillip’s body, too. Slender and stunning, with patience and skill radiating from the way his touch glided down my back. But I couldn’t get to him without breaking free of Dustin, and I wasn’t willing to do that.

Dustin kissed along the inside of my wrist, down my arm, to claim my mouth again. Each kiss and touch sent fissures of need pulsing through me. Phillip shoved my shirt up and yanked my bra down, leaving my breasts on display, the charged air teasing my skin.

He kneaded, gently at first, but his touch growing harder and more insistent with each sound I made. Dustin kissed down my collarbone, lower, to circle a nipple with his tongue. When he sucked me into his mouth, I moaned and pressed into him.

He teased and licked and nibbled while Phillip massaged, and pinched my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Desire pooled between my legs, aching for attention, but I was too pinned up to do anything except rock between their touches.

Dustin broke away, and cool air met my damp skin with a new shock of sensation. “Lay down,” he prompted, even as he and Phillip coaxed and lowered me onto my back.

Phillip pinned my wrists above my head as he knelt next to me, and continued to tease my breasts, but more gently. The alternating contrast between hard and soft drove my senses as wild as everything else they did.

Dustin kissed along my stomach, hooking his fingers in my panties as he moved lower. He tugged the clothing down, and I felt the fabric cling to my damp skin before finally pulling away. I lifted my ass enough for him to remove my underwear.

I was intensely aware of how exposed I was, lying between them, everything on display. “I guess fair’s fair.” The awkward joke slipped out without my permission, but embarrassment didn’t follow. It was so easy to let go and be me with them, even practically naked, my juices coating my inner thighs.

“I don’t know…” Dustin’s reply made my heart pause, but the way he raked his heated gaze over me kicked it back on and in double time. “I feel like I got the better end of the deal.”

Any argument I had vanished when he lifted my foot, and dragged his lips along the ankle, up my calf. His feather-light touch both tickled and intoxicated. He kissed past my knee, lowering my leg and his head as he moved along my inner thigh.

I squirmed with anticipation. When Phillip mimed this last night, I wanted so desperately to feel what it was like to have someone’s mouth down there who wanted it to be there. To find out if oral really was this magical, wonderful thing. Dustin licked up my slit, and my body shuddered in surprise and delight.

“Oh God.” The exclamation tore from my throat, and my entire body arched, needing to be closer to his touch.

He pressed in deeper, parting my folds with his tongue, gliding along my skin and licking with an enthusiasm that made me feel like dessert. I wanted to grab his head, pull him closer and guide him higher, but when I tried to move, Phillip held my wrists tighter, and pinched one of my nipples hard.

I bucked and squirmed, but I didn’t want to be released. My head swam with the multiple sensations. The longer those lasted, the better, and if anyone let up now, I’d be too tempted to finger myself.

Dustin drove his tongue inside me, the penetration making me cry out and grind into his face. The more I shifted under him, the more it seemed to urge him on. He withdrew, but his fingers glided into me instead, as he licked higher.

When he wrapped his mouth around my clit, climax surged in, finally eager for release. He devoured me with the same enthusiasm as he’d used on my nipples, but his hungry attention coaxed my orgasm out longer, harder, keeping on the edge and fuzzing my thoughts until I was lost in the clouds.

I shuddered from the excess of pleasure, but I didn’t want this to end. My body had its own ideas, finally pulling away from his touch. He eased up, finishing with gentle kisses that made me clench with a combination of too much and more, please.

Phillip let me go, and grabbed Dustin’s hand instead. The one that had been half-buried inside me a moment earlier. He drew Dustin’s fingers into his mouth, sucking hungrily, then pressing closer to kiss Dustin.

I watched, dazed and breathless, as their tongues intertwined around each other and Dustin’s fingers. Their groans as they shared my taste left my mouth dry. How was this so hot?

They finally broke apart, and the world seemed to pause.

I wasn’t ready for this to end. I wanted them to get off. I wanted to get off again. “When do you pin me between you and spit roast me?” I asked playfully.

Dustin’s smirk was hungry.

Phillip’s expression was more guarded. “Have you ever done anal before?”

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