Seduced by Two Magicians
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Ignacio kissed her, his lips, his tongue as knowledgeable at Nicolás’, as though they somehow knew exactly what she wanted, where she needed to be touched. Nicolás made his way slowly around the back of her neck, his hands exploring her breasts under the lacy material of her bra once he finally got her blouse open. Her skirt slid down the length of her legs and Ignacio’s hands slid under her panties, gripping her ass in both hands with a groan that moved from his lips to hers. Seconds later, her panties slipped from her hips and began to join her skirt on the floor.
The lights were so bright in the studio, she knew if they moved back just an inch they would see parts of her body no one had ever seen. She’d had one lover, one proper, quiet, impassionate lover. They’d always made love in the dark, hiding under the blankets on her dorm room bed. And she’d thought that was racy, always afraid that her mother would somehow find out what a bad girl she really was. So this…two men taking pleasure from touching her, two men undressing her under the glare of these lights…it should have shocked her back to reality.
But it didn’t.
All she could think about was how badly she wanted to see them without the confines of their pants.
As Ignacio explored her ass, as his fingertips began to slide toward the moister parts of her body—and they were wet, wetter than she ever remembered them—she pressed her hands under the top band of his sweat pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear, just a dance belt that was nothing more than a thong in the back. His ass was bare to her touch and that excited her almost as much as the feel of his fingers scraping the back edge of her cunt.
Her knees were growing weak. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to stay upright. Ignacio’s fingers—Nicolás’ hands, too, moving over her ribs before he tugged at the hook on her bra, freeing her breasts to his exploration. He bit her neck as he pressed his palms to her nipples, offering the intense pressure they were begging for. She leaned back against him, breaking Ignacio’s kiss in favor of a taste of Nicolás’.
Ignacio suddenly lifted her, cradled her in his arms like a child. She pressed her head to his shoulder as Nicolás tugged at her blouse, her bra, finally removing them from her body. Her shoes, too—she’d forgotten she still wore them—before Ignacio turned and carried her through that mystery door where they were always disappearing. It led to a short hallway, an office on one side, another door in the back. There was a stairwell, too, a single flight that led to a large, open space that had been converted into an ultra-modern loft apartment. But Roni didn’t see much of it, just the king sized bed that was the centerpiece of the room, set against the far wall so that it was the first thing a person might see when they came up the stairs.
Ignacio laid her on the soft mattress and immediately bent over her, his mouth suckling at her nipples, his hands sliding over her belly until they found her pubic mound. Her clit stood on end, aching for his touch, but he cupped her cunt instead, squeezing lightly so that everything—her clit, her lips, her aching depths—got a little something from his touch.
It didn’t occur to her to wonder where Nicolás was at first. But when he climbed up on the bed beside her, naked as the day he was born, his cock standing at attention as he slowly stroked it, his eyes glazed over with desire, he became her only focus. She reached for him, ran her hand slowly over the heavy muscles of his dancer’s leg, before gripping the top of his shaft. He was so hard…his pulse pounding through the length of him. He closed his eyes, releasing himself in favor of allowing her to offer him the pleasure he so clearly needed.
Ignacio worked his way down her body, his lips grazing over her navel, her hips, before he finally reached that spot that had been screaming for his touch almost from the moment she first laid her eyes on him. She cried out as he drew her clit between his teeth, as he rolled it slowly against the back of a crown. It was so much better than her ex-boyfriend’s awkward fumblings, better than the rough thrusts of his fingers inside her dry cunt.
There was nothing dry about her cunt tonight.
Nicolás bent over her to offer her a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and then he started to pull away. But she wasn’t ready to let him go. She buried her fingers in his hair and tugged until he gave in and curled up beside her, his tongue finding a home inside of her at the same time Ignacio’s did the same.
She had never known anything so erotic, had never had the imagination to imagine it. Little moans worked their way out of her mouth even as Nicolás took her breath away. She moved her hips, encouraged Ignacio deeper, harder against her. Tightness was building in her lower body, the promise of ecstasy rushing to blow her mind. But she wanted more. She wanted Nicolás’ exquisite cock inside of her.
She broke their kiss, moved her mouth over his throat as he groaned.
“I want you,” she whispered with more courage than she’d ever had.
Nicolás pulled back, his smile lightening the darkness of his eyes. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”
He brushed the top of Ignacio’s head, gesturing for him to move out of the way. Then he tugged Roni’s hips over slightly as he moved between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he pressed the head of his cock against her cunt. She relaxed, opening to him as her heart fluttered with excitement. And then he thrust, his eyes sliding shut as he did. She cried out, so much pleasure rushing through her that her sight darkened along the edges, her body tightened, her cunt grabbing his cock and threatening to hold him there for the rest of her life.
Ignacio took Nicolás’ place after shedding his sweat pants and that erotic little dance belt, stretching out beside her. As Nicolás began to thrust, supporting himself on his hands, Ignacio kissed her shoulder, his hands sliding over her breasts. But he was distracted by Nicolás, biting his lip as he watched his lover plow his cock inside of Roni. He ran his hand up the length of Nicolás’ arm, moving it slowly down along his back until he reached his ass. He closed his eyes for a moment, as he held Nicolás’ flexing ass, his fingers disappearing low and deep inside.
Nicolás cried out, his movements changing. He thrust deeper inside of her, but his back movement became more exaggerated, too. He opened his eyes, but they were so glazed over that Roni wasn’t sure he was even seeing her. For a long few minutes he continued to thrust, but just as her cunt clenched, just as she felt the first tingles of her orgasm begin, he cried out. He thrust as deep inside of her as he could, his cock swelled and jerked, and he spilled his cum with a deep grunt, his eyes sliding closed once again.
Ignacio took Nicolás’ face in his hands and kissed him, the kiss lingering despite Nicolás’ breathlessness. And then they fell into each other’s arms.
Roni lay still for a few minutes, still riding the waves of her own climax. But only for a moment. Ignacio reached over Nicolás’ shoulder and took her hand.
“Come here.”
She sat up and Nicolás scooted over so that she could lie between them. Nicolás kissed her as Ignacio watched, his hand sliding slowly over her body, exploring her at the same time he peppered Nicolás’ shoulder with kisses. His hand slid over her cunt and he buried his fingers inside of her for a moment, touching places that still ached from Nicolás’ touch. And then he pulled his fingers away, sucking them as Nicolás pulled back to watch.
“I love the taste of you, babe,” he said.
Nicolás leaned close and kissed him. The sight made that tightness return to Roni’s lower belly.
“You’re so spectacular,” she said.
Nicolás laughed, but Ignacio nodded. “He is.”
“You too.”
She sat up and kissed Ignacio, suddenly wanting to taste what he had tasted. He grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap, deepening their kiss even as he pulled her up the length of his cock. As he slid inside of her, she leaned her head back, a moan like nothing she’d ever uttered slipping from her lips. He was so different from Nicolás, touched different places, but just as good, just as exciting. She rolled her hips, eliciting a moan from
his lips as she took control, leading him down the same path Nicolás had already taken her.
Nicolás sat up to watch, eagerness in his expression as he carefully kept his hands to himself. She reached over to touch his face, a touch of affection that made her heart swell even as her clit seemed ready to explode. She closed her eyes, pleasure washing over her, her thoughts going places she had never imagined they could.
She saw Nicolás and Ignacio dancing again, saw the way their hands explored one another. She imagined them naked, imagined them dancing the tango with their cocks standing at attention, imagined the music taking them further than they had gone tonight, saw them making love against the mirrors, pleasuring one another in a way no one else could. It was a sight she never imagined would be a turn on for her, but it was…these two men, everything about them was grace, was beauty, was sensuality.
They were her ultimate tango…
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