I wanted it in my mouth. Climbing off Eros’s lap, I crawled the few feet to Ashton’s side. He regarded me under hooded eyes, still rubbing himself. I ignored the cool air blowing across my ass as my dress remained crumpled up to my hips. At least Eros got a show.
I braced my weight with one hand and used the other to grip him, staring at him as I squeezed and pumped. He threw his head back, bliss spreading across his features. The gentle slide of fingers on my thighs broke my concentration, but I didn’t move. Eros stroked the length of my thigh, massaging with each pass. I tried not to squirm as I continued to pump Ashton’s cock.
Eros grasped the string on the side of my panties and ripped the fabric off me. Good thing they weren’t my lucky underwear. I smiled before leaning down and wrapping my lips around Ashton.
He inhaled and buried his hand in my hair.
I swirled my tongue down his shaft before licking the underside with the flat of my tongue. His skin tasted salty but smelled like soap and man.
I jumped as Eros ran a finger from my clit to my asshole.
“She’s so wet.”
Ashton grunted, reaching to scoop the stray strands away from my mouth.
Eros gently massaged me and I ground against his hand, needing something more. When his hot tongue entered my pussy I almost fell off the couch. Eros thrust in and out of me, mimicking a dick. The heat, combined with the pulse of my heart pounding all over, ratcheted my arousal until concentrating became impossible. I lifted my head and dropped it down on Ashton’s abs, moaning into his skin.
Eros licked until I squirmed, then held my hips and continued. My orgasm built, slow and steady, but I didn’t want it to end without one of them inside of me. I barely jerked away before his tongue sent me over the edge. My breathing was loud even with the crowd and the music outside our little oasis. I struggled for control of my body.
I arched off the couch; any contact with my bare skin would set me off. My heartbeat crashed in my ears and a lazy haze spread across my vision. When I came down from the agony of holding my orgasm at bay and happened to glance at Eros, he wore a wicked grin, taunting my lack of control, but before I could make him pay, Ashton grabbed my hips again and positioned me over him. Perfect. He grabbed his pants, bundled around his knees, and yanked out a condom. With haste, he unwrapped and rolled it down.
I wasted no time. As soon as he situated himself, I impaled myself on him, all the way to my core. Just the one slide almost sent me to orgasm again, so I sat still, not wanting it to end too fast. He didn’t wait and wriggled his hips upward, pushing in and out of me with shallow thrusts.
My dress remained squished between my waist and my boobs. The tulle started to rub my skin raw and I unzipped it and pulled the fabric over my head where it hit the floor with a rustle. Clad only in my mask and stilettos, I let go.
Forgetting everything, I rocked on his hard dick, building up to another orgasm. It didn’t creep up but sparked once, twice, and finally ignited, taking over and I shook from the force of it.
Ashton leaned me forward into his arms, the angle allowing him deeper access as I came all over him. I panted and held on while found his own release, thrusting into me a few more times before shouting out.
We stayed still for what felt like an eternity. Time had stopped. He moved to clean up and I turned to Eros, who watched me with hooded eyes.
“We are far from done. Are you tired?” he asked.
I shook my head, not trusting my voice. Scooting over to my side, he angled my top half toward him. He kneaded my breast before dipping his head and biting my bottom lip. He was so powerful, yet as he travelled across my body, held himself apart, reverently touching me. While Ashton had fucked me, Eros removed his jacket and shirt, and every inch of his bare chest lay under my fingers. A smattering of hair curled in the center and led a trail below his belly button and into his pants. Toned was an understatement. The man lived at the gym; every muscle perfectly etched and defined. Ashton was beautiful, grace in every part of him, but Eros was a machine, his body built for hard, manual labor.
“So what do you bench these days? I’m at 130,” I joked.
He laughed and nipped my ear with his teeth. I relaxed, grateful to him for allowing me this chance to come down, settle into my skin. Ashton returned, naked save his mask, and plopped onto the cushion next to us.
“You’re amazing. I’ve never had a woman ride me like that.”
“My pleasure.”
He kissed my cheek.
“Are you ready for me?” Eros asked.
Pulling away from him, I lay down on the couch, wanting to watch him come inside me. He didn’t need to be instructed; once sheathed with a condom, he bent and positioned at my entrance, carefully pushing inside. He shook and bit his lip as if holding himself in check, trying to be gentle with me.
“I won’t break. Take me the way you want. I can feel you shaking around me.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and put his arms on either side of my breasts, as if he were about to do a push-up.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
After a moment, he took the weight off his arms and lay on top of me. The heaviness of him perfect, his skin warming mine. He slid his hands up under my shoulder blades and cupped the top of my shoulders, pushing himself all the way inside of me, his size overwhelming as I stretched to accommodate him. He began to move, dipping in and out, using his knees to find the perfect position so the base of his cock rubbed my clit as it moved. His weight and scent enveloped me, fogging my brain, closing it to everything but the pleasure coursing along my nerves.
The sound of a bell broke our moment. We glanced at Ashton, who sat naked watching us.
“What is that bell for?” I asked.
He smiled a naughty grin. “It’s midnight.”
We can take off our masks.
I stared up at the man wrapped around me, still inside me and waiting. He gently placed his thumb under the edge of my mask. The elastic stretched and he lifted it to the top of my head, into my hair.
“So beautiful,” he whispered again.
Sliding my fingers up the curve of his hip, then his chest, and around to his face, I gripped the bottom edge of his mask.
He grasped my wrist. “Are you sure?”
What does he feel he needs to hide? This stranger embodied perfection; nothing under that mask could scare me.
“I’m sure.”
I lifted the mask away from his face, baring his skin an inch at a time. It slipped up and off his head and I gasped, stunned at the man before me.
“Ben,” I whispered.
“What? You had to have known it was me.” It was almost too much, the dream of my lifetime finally realized. Every inch of me shook, my throat grew dry and tears threatened to leak.
He took a shuddering breath and sat, slipping out of me. I didn’t move, my eyes locked on him. No shame, no betrayal, just…wonder.
I touched his arm when he refused to look at me. “Ben?”
“Please, explain. I’m not upset.”
“Han, we haven’t seen each other since Jamie’s funeral. But I wanted you even then.” He wouldn’t meet my gaze so I stroked his arm, encouraging him. “I was dating Jamie’s doctor when she and I met. After he and I split, Jamie’s early stage cancer set in, the prognosis already bad. She asked me to marry her so that she could have that experience before she died. Yes, I loved her, but nothing like the way I’ve always loved you.”
Finally, he met my eyes. His shone with unshed tears.
I sat up and cupping his face, kissed his lips in gentle pecks. He wrapped his hands around my waist and jerked me into a crushing embrace.
“I have loved you ever since you put a frog in my hair in second grade,” I said. “The day you married Jamie, I ate a carton of ice cream and cried myself to sleep. No man ever compared to you. I’m just ashamed I didn’t recognize you.”
He jerked his head toward Ashton who sat silent, still
wearing his mask.
“After Jamie, Ash and I started hooking up, but when we broke it off, I explained why, and he came up with the idea,” Ben said. “I wanted this night to be perfect, so you could see how we could be together. I wanted you to want me as much as I want you.”
Releasing him, I stood on wobbly legs, trying to fight tears on the brink of spilling over. Approaching Ashton, I perched on the arm of the chair.
I reached behind his head and grasped the ribbon securing his mask. It fell into my palm, as expected; the mask only covered his beauty: breathtaking came to mind. I gestured at Ashton while staring incredulously at Ben.
“You broke up with him, for me?”
Ashton laughed and I hugged him as tight as possible, trying to push all my emotions into a single hug. Naked and awkward didn’t begin to cover it—but I had his cock in my mouth, so he would get over it.
After teasing him for a moment, I stepped back over to Ben, and ran my nails down his chest in a gentle stream.
“The last time I saw you, you were a little squishy.”
He laughed. I’d missed that laugh.
“I started working out when I got the ticket for the event. Like I said, I wanted it to be perfect.”
I sat on the couch and eyed Ashton, but he stared at Ben before clearing his throat.
“Ben, are you still up to finishing this? We do have some time until the doors open.”
He grinned and climbed to his feet. Grabbing Ashton’s arm, he led him to the couch and made him get on his hands and knees up on the cushions
“I know what he likes.” He pulled another condom out of his pants and everything in me liquefied. I went from hot to burning in a second.
“Come here.” Ashton beckoned me closer, spread me out in front of him and planted his lips right on my clit. I bowed my back in surprise. Bringing my arms up, I braced at an angle to watch Ben with Ash. Even my imagination wouldn’t be this hot.
Ben rolled the condom on then a small amount of lube from a tiny bottle. The sheer need on Ashton’s face held me captive while he knelt and stared down at me like a feast he would savor every moment of. He bit his lip as Ben slid inside and waited for him to adjust. They were oblivious to my fascination. I had never witnessed two men having sex before, so different than a man and a woman and hot in an unexpected way.
Ash lifted his upper body on to his elbows and I scooted my hips into the curve of his arms. He licked me in long strokes while Ben glided in and out of him. His hands gripped my hips harder with each of Ben’s thrusts, his licks growing brutal. I reached the peak in only seconds while Ben still slammed into Ashton from behind.
I slipped over, my breathing heavy, the orgasm gentle and surprising. Ash lifted his head once the shuddering of my limbs stopped. I ruffled his hair and he laid his forehead against my belly. Ben’s forehead was furrowed and he pounded harder and harder into Ashton, then the thrusts became erratic, some shallow, some deep as he neared his own release.
Ash groaned then came, semen jetting down his leg. Ben followed soon after, shouting and slamming into him one final time. After the final thrust, Ben collapsed on top of Ash, both half on top of me. It took a lot of strength to resituate to end of the couch, all of us sated and tired.
We curled up together, barely fitting, with Ashton spooning Ben, Ben spooning me, while I held onto Ben’s arms and entwined my legs with both of them.
Ash trailed his fingers down my forearm. “I’m glad you found your friend Hannah.”
I giggled, “Oh man, me too. Wait, you knew about this plan the whole time?”
He chuckled. “Of course.”
“So what was that whole, leaving thing, earlier?”
“That? That was me teasing you.”
“Guy, this is the first time I’ve had sex in like a year. That was you torturing me.”
Ben kissed the spot my neck just below my ear.
“Torture, teasing, it’s all semantics and weapons of choice.”
I shook my head and turned my head slightly to look at Ben. “What did you see in this guy?” I joked.
“Oh, he has a great ass.”
We all laughed and snuggled into the couch closer. Nothing in my wildest imaginings would ever compare to this evening. Safe and home came to mind as I lay surrounded by both their arms. I didn’t want to think about what the future might hold for us, but if was anything like our first night, I might not survive it, or better yet, I might.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Monica Corwin is a military analyst turned erotic romance author currently living in Pennsylvania. She writes, reads, and breathes romance in all its forms. In her spare time she runs a book review website and was formerly a columnist for Night Owl Magazine.
You can visit with Monica at:
http://www.monicacorwin.com
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