by Cathryn Fox
The sure knowledge that both of them would take her made Evan’s balls tighten and his erection go harder still. He could almost picture it, his cock sliding into her, or Dylan’s, and his dick twitched, ached, in response.
Lily could feel them, could feel the rigid hardness of Evan’s shaft against her belly, even as Dylan pressed against her back. Dylan’s stiff member nestled just above the cheeks of her ass as his arm slid around her.
She’d only dared to dream of kissing Evan, of feeling that marvelous mouth on hers. To feel it now as his tongue explored her mouth so deeply, burned all thought away. He was delicious, his mouth as firm as she’d imagined, the taste of him sweet and clean.
To feel Dylan’s lips moving on her skin too? Heat pooled deep in her belly. All she could do, all she could think about, was the feel of him, of them, around her.
Dylan’s mouth closed softly over her shoulder as his arm tightened around her and then he bit, lightly, sending a shaft of electric heat as straight as an arrow to her over-stimulated core.
She moaned.
Both men jolted at the sound, pressed their thick shafts against her.
It was more than Lily could have dreamed. Her body was in overdrive. Heat poured through her in waves. All she was aware of was Dylan’s body against her, Evan’s arm banded around her waist.
For years Evan had wanted this, had wanted not just to kiss Lily, but to touch her, make love to her, fuck her. Then she was gone.
Now his chance was here once again.
He skimmed his hand up her hip, past Dylan’s arm around her waist to brush his fingers lightly over her breast. She gasped, quivered, as he found the hardness there beneath the silk of her dress. The combination of textures, the softness and the stiffened nub of her nipple beneath, sent a shot of lust straight to his cock.
Ever so lightly he let his fingers dance over her, teasing until her nipple stood stiff beneath the fabric.
Driving his tongue deeper into her mouth, he pinched that rigid nub. She moaned.
He cupped her breast, let the full delicious weight of it fill his hand, squeezed it hard as his thumb brushed over the now stiffened and sensitized tip.
She whimpered, quivering.
That sound went through Dylan like lightning, a shot of electricity straight to his balls. He lifted his lips from the smooth curve of her shoulder, the taste of her skin, to watch Evan play with Lily’s breast. A rush went through him at the sight and he pushed his throbbing cock harder against her tight, sweet ass.
He loved the act, loved making love, but what turned him on, what got him truly hard, was observing. To watch skin against skin, the curve of limbs, the lines, the flow, as he listened to Lily’s soft cries, Evan’s harsh breathing, the soft brush of fabric against fabric creating a hushed music of its own.
It was fascinating to watch color flush her cheeks, to watch her eyelids flutter as Evan kissed her, to see her taut nipple tent the fluid fabric of the dress.
God he wanted to fuck her, he was pretty certain they both did, but he knew Evan well enough to know they also wanted this to last. If they did this right, they could go all night.
Just the thought sent another jolt of heat through him.
Dylan tightened his arm around Lily’s waist, reached to fill his hand with her other breast, squeezed tightly. She shuddered, hard, in his arms.
Just right. She was just right, her breast filled his hand perfectly. He squeezed again to feel the fullness, to watch his fingertips press against the firm roundness beneath the silk, and she moaned.
Balanced as she was between them it wasn’t difficult to find the zipper to her dress.
The sound as Dylan drew it down was a soft purr. He shivered with pleasure as the long graceful line of her back was revealed to him. Her bra clasp was a soft champagne pink, delicate lace against her pale skin.
Dylan found the slender column throat again, savored the taste of her with his tongue, felt her quiver as he did it, then let his mouth trace the line of it downward, brushing the silk away.
Caught between them, Lily was dazzled, overwhelmed with the sense of them. Her awareness narrowed their touch, to Evan’s mouth finally on hers while Dylan’s lips moved over her shoulder. Evan’s fingers as they teased her nipple, Dylan’s hand tight on her other breast. Heat pooled deep and low in her belly. She was taut with need, her pussy ached. Her thighs were so wet. She was barely aware of her hips moving, rocking against them, pushing her mound against Evan’s iron-hard cock, her ass against Dylan’s.
She felt cool air against her back briefly, but then Dylan was close again. His warm lips settled on the curve of her neck, his tongue caressed it to send a shot of heat through her. He sucked at her skin lightly as his fingers found and pinched her nipple once again. She whimpered as they played with her, their caresses delicious, maddening. She was drunk on their touch.
Dylan’s mouth moved over her shoulder even as Evan’s hand came up to brush over the other. Both stepped back only long enough to let her dress to slip off before they reclaimed her once again. Cool air rushed over her heated skin as silk whispered to the floor.
Warmth surrounded her as they caught her between them. She was conscious of their eyes and hands on her exposed skin. She couldn’t take her eyes off their fingers as they touched her.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Evan said, looking down at her, at the lush beauty of her breasts, her hips, trapped within pale pink lace, her trim belly. “Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Lily trembled as she watched him trace his fingers ever so lightly over the curve of one lace-clad breast. The color made her skin seem so white, the dusky darkness of her areole just visible beneath it.
Dylan reached around to cup her breasts, to hold them for him. Heat shot deep into Evan’s belly at the gesture.
She quivered.
As Dylan brushed his lips over Lily’s ear and watched, Evan teased Lily’s stiff nipples beneath the lace.
He pinched them, first one then the other.
She moaned, her eyelids fluttering over her soft brown eyes.
“Damn that’s hot,” Dylan whispered, his voice rough with desire.
Evan let his fingers float over her, down her ribs, over her belly to toy with her navel as her abs tightened in response. Ever so lightly, he ran his fingers down to the fine lace over her mound, to the crisp hairs there.
She shivered with need, but Dylan held her securely as Evan’s fingers dipped between her thighs.
“She’s so wet,” Evan said, nearly reverently.
He loved the sight of her like this, control gone, evaporated, her lush, lovely body trembling. At their mercy.
The rich aroma of her musk filled the air, mixed with the sweet scent of the sauces. It was intoxicating.
Evan needed to see her, all of her.
Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra with one hand. As Dylan brushed the straps away from her shoulders it fell and Evan caught one ripe, full bare breast in his hand, the weight of it sweet in his palm. Her nipple was tightly ruched, so hard.
She trembled.
For a moment he could only relish the sight of it in his palm at last, so firm, so white, but he knew he needed to taste it too.
Curling an arm around her, he lowered his mouth to her breast and savored her, his tongue testing, exploring her textures.
Helplessly Lily watched as Evan’s mouth closed around her tingling nipple, felt the hot moist heat of it surround her stiff nub, his tongue sweep over it and then he suckled.
Pleasure swept through her, her back arched, but Dylan held her steady, turned her face to his and claimed her mouth.
Moaning, Lily wrapped a hand around his head as much for balance as to pull that firm mouth even harder against hers while his tongue drove deep. Her other hand clutched at Evan’s broad muscled shoulder as his mouth drew harder on her breast, sending shots of heat down to her drenched pussy.
They held her between them as Evan’s free hand slipped beneat
h her panties to tease, as his long fingers combed through the hair there, caught it to tug lightly. She quivered helplessly and whimpered with need. His fingers moved down, tapped her clit.
Her hips bucked against his hand, begged for more.
Deliberately, Evan slid his hand beneath her panties. She was nearly naked now and, except for the panties and her high heels, exposed to them.
Dylan took a quick moment to remove his shirt, caught her close again as he used his free hand to unfasten his belt.
Taking his cue Evan stripped his shirt over his head, tossed it aside.
He watched Lily’s eyes widen. Her lips parted on a soft sigh of pleasure and he smiled as her gaze followed his hands when they moved to his own belt, unfastened it. His already throbbing cock stiffened even more. He unbuttoned his pants, drew his zipper down to set his cock free, stroked it harder as her eyes widened and Dylan played with her breasts.
The sight of Dylan’s hands as they squeezed those firm white mounds, as his fingers pinched lightly at her nipples made Evan even harder. To watch Lily look at him as he stroked his cock, her tongue peeking between her lips to lick them hungrily, nearly made him come.
But not yet. He’d waited too long for this and it was turning into such a pleasure for all three of them that he didn’t want to deny Lily or Dylan any of it.
Or himself.
They had all night. He was going to use as much of it as he could.
Her eyelids fluttered as Dylan’s mouth moved over her throat again, but her eyes were locked on him, on his body.
Evan slid two fingers deep into her sweet channel, hard and fast. She bucked, hard, against his hand, drove his fingers even deeper as she cried out in surprise and pleasure.
Evan thrust his fingers inside her, finger-fucked her as Dylan watched avidly.
“Damn, Dylan,” Evan groaned, “she’s so fucking hot, so wet, and so tight.”
Her pussy flexed around his fingers at his words.
“God, Lily, I want to fuck you so bad, I’ve waited years for this,” he said, “for the chance to take this sweet tight pussy until you scream, but not yet.”
She moaned, her hips pushing against his hand.
Lily thought she would lose her mind. A rush of heat went through her as his words penetrated. Then his fingers did, sliding deeper.
Between Dylan’s hands on her breasts and Evan’s fingers inside her, she was beyond being capable of thought.
Then Evan slid her panties down over her hips, drew them off and tossed them away as he went to his knees in front of her. He slid his hands up her thighs, coaxed them apart and drew one leg over his shoulder to open her to him.
Her body seemed to turn molten. Her heart pounded with incredulous anticipation as she watched him breathe in the scent of her as if he were sampling a fine wine. He tipped her hips toward him and his mouth brushed ever so lightly over her throbbing, swollen clit.
He sipped at it, sucked it in, his tongue traced it, toyed with it. A deep rush of pleasure poured through her, gathered inside her.
She cried out, wailed, as he drew her tender nub into his mouth to tease.
If Dylan hadn’t been holding her, if her leg hadn’t been over Evan’s shoulder, she would have collapsed. Then Dylan sucked on her neck, his fingers pinched and tugged at her nipples as Evan suckled at her clit. Each pinch sent a burst of heat through her. When Evan’s fingers drove up inside her again, found her g-spot, she erupted, coming hard as her body bucked and ecstasy exploded inside her.
The pleasure was so intense she thought she’d gone blind and deaf as it burst through her, obliterating thought.
She went limp, quivering, but Dylan caught her up in his arms and then Evan was there to help ease her to a table, to lay her there with her hips on the edge, her legs spread.
Dazed, Lily looked from beneath her heavy eyelids at them, two magnificent men, both beautiful, their erections long, thick, and hard. She wanted those cocks inside her, desperately.
“Beautiful,” Dylan said, his voice husky as he admired her. He let his pants fall, kicked them away as he stroked his rigid member.
“She is,” Evan agreed. “I’ve waited a long time for this. It was worth the wait.”
“Are you in a hurry?” Dylan asked.
Evan shook his head. “No, I want to make this last.”
Dylan smiled, slowly. “Good plan.”
“Did you know Lily is the wizard of sauces?” Evan asked, apparently idly.
His voice intrigued, curious, Dylan said, “No, I didn’t.”
Lily was curious, too, a surge of anticipation racing through her at his words.
Evan picked up one of the bottles sitting in the heated water.
“Her whiskey sauce is amazing,” he said.
A flush of heat went through Lily and she moaned, her body quivering at the thought of what he intended.
“Yours?” Evan asked her.
Trembling in anticipation, she nodded.
“You have to taste it, Dylan,” Evan said and upended the squirt bottle expertly, drizzled the contents over her. “It’s incredible.”
Warm sauce spurted over her nipple, slid down the side of her breast. The feel of the heated sugary liquid was astonishingly sensuous as Evan let it trace over her body as if she were a dessert meant for just the two of them. The thin delicate stream slid warmly over her skin as he let it trail over her belly, fill the cup of her navel to overflowing, and drip over, down and between her thighs.
Lily moaned at the erotic feel of the sauce on her skin, warm as it squirted over sensitive flesh.
“Hmmm,” Dylan murmured, watching.
With a smile, he licked his lips.
He bent and then slowly stroked his tongue up the side of her breast to gather the sauce that had dripped over it. That talented tongue swirled around her areole, teased, sucked her nipple into his mouth, drew hard on it to suck every bit of sweetness from her skin. Intense shots of pleasure raced to her core.
As Dylan sucked, Evan drizzled more of the warm sauce over her thighs, then up her body to circle her other nipple.
He set the bottle aside as Dylan sucked at her breast in hard pulls that sent shots of heat through her once again. Her throat locked at the look in Evan’s eyes as he watched Dylan devour her breast. He smiled wickedly and stroked his shaft as she trembled.
“You’re right, it is good,” Dylan said, lifting his head to lick his lips and eye the trails of sauce that had been trickled over her body. “Very good. I think I need to taste more, I can’t get enough of it.”
A burst of heat went through her at his words.
“Dylan,” she whispered.
He glanced at her even as he gave one more slow lick to her nipple, smiled, and then began a leisurely exploration of where the trails of sauce led. Finding her navel, he speared his tongue deeply into it, driving a groan from her, and then sucked at it as if he were determined to draw every drop of sauce from within.
Then Evan’s mouth closed over her other nipple, suckled hard. She jolted in response.
Moaning, she curled one hand into his thick wavy hair as her senses were overwhelmed, went wild.
Her other hand locked on the edge of the table, desperately holding on to sanity as Dylan’s tongue danced over her lower belly, teased, licked, and lapped at her thighs. His hands gently parted them to get at the sauce between them.
They were driving her mad.
Then Evan leaned over her, propped himself on one arm with his hand beside her head to look at her as Dylan’s mouth moved up the inside of her thigh.
Evan looked into her eyes, his blue eyes piercing.
“I wanted this then, Lily,” he said and brushed his lips over hers. “I always wanted you.”
Slowly, he lowered his mouth to cover hers, to possess it as Dylan delicately exposed her clit then flicked it with his tongue.
Pleasure shot through her and she cried out.
Lifting his lips from hers, Evan teased her nipple
s with his other hand, his eyes locked on hers as Dylan licked lightly, ever so gently at her tender bud.
She wailed softly as Dylan tormented her sweetly, drove her up higher, higher.
“I want to watch you come,” Evan said softly, and brushed his lips over hers.
Her body bucked at his words as if they were electric, her pussy clenched as Dylan slid a finger inside her.
Another cry escaped her.
Evan nibbled on her lip and pinched her other nipple, hard, to send a sharp jolt of pleasure streaking through her, his eyes on hers.
Dylan suckled hard on her clit.
Evan’s hand locked in her hair so she had to look at him, so he could watch her come, holding her eyes on his as she did, crying out, hips bucking, her body going wild as Dylan sucked and suckled at her.
Dylan sucked on her clit, driving her up and over again and again until she was limp, quivering.
All thought was gone, all she could experience was the pleasure. Evan toying with her nipples as another orgasm took her.
Straightening, Dylan smiled and reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth. “Very tasty. Very tight, very hot, and very, very wet. I’ll bet she needs fucked badly.”
Almost against her will, Lily moaned at the suggestion, and her pussy tightened at the thought of being filled by either one of them. Then the other.
Leaning down, Evan kissed her softly and stepped away as Dylan came around the table to kiss her, too, a brush of his lips across hers, still smiling, but there was anticipation in his gaze.
“I think you’re right,” Evan murmured, smiling, as he moved between her thighs, stroking his throbbing erection.
He was so beautiful, and his cock was long, thick and rigid¸ the head swollen. A pulse throbbed in the vein that ran through it. Her pussy nearly wept at the thought of it inside her finally. She’d waited a long time, too, but this, this was more than she’d ever dreamed possible. Even in her wildest dreams she’d never dared dream to have him inside her.
