Chapter 20 Kamirah
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Kamirah
The bed dipped, and I knew V was kneeling behind Chris. I pulled back from Chris and ran my hand down his abs to his shaft. I stroked it slowly, putting on a show for V and eliciting a moan from my husband.
I startled when the bed dipped next to my head. V lowered himself onto my legs as he straddled Chris and me. He leaned over me, the heat of his body radiating into mine.
I sucked in a breath as soft lips met mine and electricity zinged through my veins.
I sank into his kiss, getting lost in the gentle presses of his lips.
This was no hurried exploration. He was making love to my mouth, months of pent-up longing to taste finally set free.
I kissed him back, simple open-mouthed presses of our lips as we basked in the sensation.
I raised my free hand to his face, touching his jaw.
He had stubble that was just long enough to be soft.
The perfect cut of his jaw was so sexy that I arched up into him, needing more.
He held himself above me, barely touching me.
But it was still one of the most intimate moments of my life.
I licked his bottom lip, and he opened immediately for me.
I moaned, and he danced his tongue against mine as we tasted each other for the first time.
He broke away, nuzzling my nose with his.
Our lips were only a hair’s breadth apart, hovering so close that we were breathing the same air.
I curled my fingers around his nape, the short strands of his hair spiky against my palm.
I drew him back to me, and he kissed me again, deeper and longer, our hunger growing.
All too soon, he broke away again. The bed shifted, and I heard the press of V’s and Chris’s lips together.
Chris moaned, his cock hardening even more in my hand as I stroked him slowly.
They took their time, like V had done with me, and I touched V, exploring his body like I’d done that night he’d broken in.
V moaned, and Chris chuckled. “Are you verse at all? One of these days, I’d love to get all up inside you.”
“Fuck. For you, yes,” he groaned.
“You know what I love doing?” Chris went on taunting him. “I fucking love eating ass, softening up a hole until my cock will slide right in.”
V grunted, then punched his hips forward, leaving a sticky trail of precum against my hand. “Been so long,” he gasped. His body was vibrating with need, every muscle tensed as he held himself above us.
“This weekend,” Chris promised, and V moaned again. “But for now…” He left unspoken his offer for V to take over. He’d never led us astray before, always taking us to heights we’d never reached before, and I knew Chris wanted him to be in control.
“Roll onto your backs. Need to taste every inch of you,” V growled, that sexy rasp of his lighting me up. I trailed my fingertips up his back and gripped his shoulder, needing to feel his solid presence under my palm.
We did as he said, and V started with Chris, my husband’s breathing quickening as I heard V kiss and lick his way down Chris’s body.
Chris’s cock was leaking, long and thick, and so hard.
I felt V’s stubble against my hand as I worked Chris, but instead of sucking on his dick, V kissed a line across my stomach.
I shivered under his touch, my hips seeking out friction against my clit as he dipped his tongue into my navel and tortured me with nips and licks up my belly to my breast.
When he finally licked my nipple, I cried out. The blindfold heightened everything. Every touch was intensified tenfold.
Electric shocks rocketed through me, and I arched up, pressing my body against his and threading my fingers into the short strands of hair at his nape.
He hummed against my skin and sucked on my nipple.
The pleasure/pain shot me to the edge of sanity, and I shouted out again, my pussy tightening as the need for their cocks drove me into oblivion.
He released me with a pop and licked across to my other breast, laving his tongue over my nipple and then sucking just below it.
I knew I’d have a hickey there—hell, he could leave them all over my body for all I cared—I just didn’t want him to stop.
It was everything and not enough all at the same time.
“Kam, I want you to straddle Chris. Need to taste you both.”
I waited until V had pulled out of my grasp, and then I climbed on top of Chris. My husband hissed as I lowered myself until our torsos were pressed together, my hands braced on either side of his head.
“Are you okay?” I asked, unsure why he’d gone rigid.
“Fuck. His mouth,” he gasped.
I reached back and felt V’s head bobbing over Chris’s cock.
He cried out and pumped his hips up, and V’s chuckle had him groaning. “Fucking tease,” Chris muttered.
“That’s for nearly derailing my plans. Do you know how hard it is to show any degree of self-restraint around the two of you?”
“It’s impossible,” I moaned, then gasped as he licked me from my clit to my core.
V moaned, palming my ass and spreading my cheeks wider. Chris grasped my face and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue mimicking what V was doing to my pussy. They licked me and flicked their tongues until I was a writhing, quivering mess.
V dragged me down Chris’s body until his cock was pressed against my entrance. “No fucking. Not yet,” V directed.
I held myself up, Chris’s cockhead stretching my entrance. One thrust, and he’d be buried inside me, but V wasn’t done yet.
I didn’t expect the slap on my ass, and the hard thwack jolted me forward. “Perfect fucking wobble. I love your arse, Kam.”
Then V’s mouth was at my pussy, licking Chris’s cockhead and my opening at the same time. Chris moaned, and as cool, slippery fingers brushed over my pussy, I clenched tight. I hadn’t even heard V open the lube, but that’s what the slick was.
“God, yes,” I moaned. “Want you both inside me tonight.”
V didn’t hesitate, working his fingers into my pussy, stretching me all the while licking and sucking where Chris’s cockhead was pressed against my clit.
“Please,” I begged, desperate for more. I was so fucking empty. My whole body tingled, my orgasm building inside me already. I needed it. Another touch against my G-spot, and I’d shatter. Another finger inside me, and I’d lose my mind.
I ground my hips against Chris’s pubic bone, the friction on my clit exactly what I needed. V added another finger to my pussy, and I cried out, the stretch not enough. He scissored his fingers, opening me more, and I arched up, riding his hand.
“Fuck. More,” I demanded, out of my mind with lust.
He added another finger, and I screamed.
My orgasm slammed into me like a tsunami cresting, the whitewash tossing me about like a rag doll.
I was being maneuvered into place, Chris’s dick resting at my pussy once again.
I braced myself on his shoulders and rocked my hips, riding the high but still needing more.
He slammed up inside me, and I cried out, lost in a haze of ecstasy.
My orgasm revived itself, his steely cock pumping inside me the exact stretch I’d needed.
I shivered, waiting for the head of V’s cock to breach me too. I sighed when the cool latex pressed against my pussy, nudging my core, and moaned when he pressed forward.
He went slowly, edging in so I could feel every thick inch of him stretching me to the limit and rubbing against Chris’s cock. My shout was barely a whimper. My voice had been stolen.
I was stuffed full of them. They moved, one pulling out to their cockhead as the other drove inside me.
Then they changed up the pace, both of them withdrawing and bucking into me at the same time.
Every time I got used to it, they changed things up, keeping me on the edge while still climbing toward a monster orgasm.
Their moans and grunts were a symphony to my ears. I was unable to see, but I didn’t need to. I knew they were riding a high too. V’s hand tightened on my hip, and he slid his other up to my breast, tweaking my nipple as his movements stuttered.
“Too good,” he moaned, then slid his hand down my body.
I felt him interlace his fingers with Chris’s and lift it to my other breast. Chris played with my nipple, sliding his other hand between my legs to roll my clit between his fingers.
It was sensation overload. The stretch, the fullness, and the way they were moving inside me, playing my body like a finely tuned instrument, had me shattering.
I cried out, shaking in their strong hold.
V turned my face and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue delving deep as I quaked.
My arms gave out, but V was holding me tight.
He lowered me gently into Chris’s embrace, and their focus shifted to chasing their own highs.
Their hands on my hips and legs tightened.
They moved faster, need overruling any careful control they’d been exercising.
The punched their hips forward, pressing every button with perfect precision until my core tightened again, and another orgasm rocked through me.
Darkness surrounded me, and I heard their muffled cries, but I was swimming underwater in an ocean of ecstasy. The sting of them pulling out of me barely registered. The damp cloth on my heated skin was soothing. Warmth surrounded me, and I heard myself say, “We love you being our secret.”