20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Almost two hours later and having drained the last of my wine, I'm laying back on our living room sofa, both men sitting on either side, and the chemistry between me and Nikos painfully obvious.
“So, I guess we’re doing it, huh?” Nikos asks, running his hand playfully along my thigh, up and down slowly. Torturously. I look into his eyes, at the desire building behind his beautiful green eyes, and I smile as Tom lowers my zipper, helping me slip my arms out of the bodycon dress.
“I guess we are,” Tom says, removing my bra and kneading my breasts, then rubbing my nipples until they harden under his touch. "Aren't we, darling?"
“Yep, we are definitely doing it,” I whisper, looking at Nikos's gaze that falls on my exposed chest. Next thing I know he's pushing me on my back, bending down with me, and putting his mouth on my breast, sucking on my nipple gently, then stopping to look up into my eyes again while goosebumps rise across every inch of my skin, from my hairline to my toes.
“Do you like this, kitten?” He uses both hands now to maul my breasts, massaging lightly, while his fingers reach lower, to the part of me that aches for him.
“Please…more…” I can only whisper. His mouth on my heated flesh feels divine and I hold his head between my hands, marveling at the muscled planes of his broad chest.
Tom continues to massage my breasts as Nikos bunches up my dress around my waist, parting my legs and looking up to meet my eyes before he goes any further.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Lisa.” He bends down, peppering soft kisses across my belly, moving lower, and I feel myself shivering in delight when his hand covers my entire sex over my panties, massaging softy for a second before pushing the fabric away and slipping one finger inside me. "I have been dying to taste you, sweetness. Open more for me, angel."
I shift a little, adjusting myself better between them, and when he finally puts his mouth on my wet heat, I can't stop myself from uttering the words I longed to tell him for so long. “Fuck, Nikos! I want you so bad.”
He tastes me slowly, leisurely, the mere sight of him between my thighs, propelling me to an unparalleled orgasm, and I cradle his head tightly, wishing he would never stop.
“Come for me, Lisa.”
“Oh, my god, yes, Nikos. More! Please. Yes, just like that,” I breathe when he alternates sucking with licking, then removes his mouth to push two, then three fingers inside me, curling them just right to coax yet another orgasm out of me. Then it's his mouth and tongue again. Lapping me up. Swallowing every drop of my moisture.
"Fuck, Lisa. I knew you'd taste sweet, but baby, you're fucking delicious."
He eats me out so thoroughly, that I can only hold his head in my hands, while soft moans escape my lips at his ministrations, another climax approaching at lightning speed and I shudder as it washes over me a few seconds later.
"Oh, my GOD, Nikos, don't you stop! Please," I pant, cradling his head tighter as he looks up only once to meet my eyes, then dives back in while Tom continues to massage my breasts just the way I like. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming. Fuck. Slower, please, Nikos. Fuck, yes, just like that."
"Let's move this to the bedroom, shall we?" Tom's voice fills the silent room.
"Great idea," Nikos agrees, holding out his arm to help me up. “Do you guys want to discuss any boundaries you may have or anything I should know?”
“I’ll let you know if something doesn’t feel right,” I say, taking his hand and slowly leading the way. “I’m establishing red as my safeword, just in case, but I feel I’m not going to need it.”
Next thing I know, both men are standing at the foot of our king-size bed, their eyes glued to me. I have already discarded my dress and shoes on the way in, leaving only my ruined panties on.
“Well, boys? I’m ready if you are.” I look first at my husband, then at Nikos, as I slowly run my hand across my collarbone. Silence reigns for a few moments across the bed. There’s only one more thing that needs to be done; the lights. I flip off the overhead light and walk to the credenza, lighting the vanilla-scented candles I bought especially for tonight.
“I say fuck yeah, I’m ready,” my husband’s voice fills the room as he lowers his jeans, pulling his half-erect cock out. I look at him as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed and starts stroking himself and then I focus on our guest, who’s patiently waiting.
He’s still in his jeans but has unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a dash of soft, curly chest hair and a hint of a tattoo on the side of his ribs that I can’t wait to uncover. I walk over to where he's standing and look him straight in the eye, my heart beating like crazy, my fingers damp from anticipation. Hesitantly, I place both hands on the buckle of his jeans, knowing this is more than I dreamed of.
“May I?” I ask, looking up to meet his heated gaze.
“I thought you'd never ask, Lisa. Yes. Please.”
With his belt buckle undone, I realize I'm holding my breath as my hands fumble with the buttons of his jeans, the strong pulsing heat of him underneath making me salivate. He takes the moment to remove his shirt, revealing the large black and gray cross tattoo I only caught a glimpse of before and I gulp when I see the muscles that ripple down his arms, his flat stomach, and his long, powerful legs. I kneel in front of him, admiring his toned body before I free him completely.
I swallow hard as I take one last look at Tom before I shift all my focus to the man who is about to turn my fantasies into a reality. He seems to be holding his breath too, anxious and excited and fucking gorgeous.
“Go ahead, kitten.”
I look up to meet his eyes one more time before I slowly pull down his underwear, exposing a thick, beautiful cock, nestled amongst neatly groomed pubic hair, jutting proud and heavy and demanding my full attention. He’s every bit as gorgeous as I imagined he would be.
Silence reigns in our bedroom as I feel his hand gently brace my head, urging me to touch him. I take a long moment to let his sight and smell sink in before I move closer and touch his thigh. “Fuck, Lisa. Put me in your mouth, sweetness,” he whispers and I inch closer, sucking on his crown slowly, getting to know his smell, his flavor. I have dreamed about this moment for so long and now it’s here. He tastes salty and musky, the scent of desire and lust, intoxicating and stimulating and I take more of him inside my mouth.
“Yes, slowly. Taste me, honey.” His words light a fire within me, urging me to give him more and I try to relax my jaw and take more of him. I feel him grow even harder inside my mouth and his hands cradle my head, but he doesn't force me. Instead, he guides me, stepping into this rhythm languidly as his breathing echoes in my ears and my tongue swirls around his crown, teasing before I succumb to his need and let him invade my mouth as deep as I feel comfortable with.
His scent and taste are crisp and clean and just a tad musky. Blowjobs have always been my least favorite part of foreplay and I usually try to avoid them but this is so much different this time.
“Just like that, baby. Let me in all the way, …you feel so good, Lisa…Fuck…”
I try to let him go deeper, to fit as much of his hard length inside me without gagging but his strong hands stop me after a few more seconds, helping me up to my feet again. I look at Nikos exchanging a look with Tom, and then Nikos climbs onto the bed, straddling me.
“Go ahead,” I hear my husband say. “I want to watch.”