41. Lilah
41
LILAH
“Uh…” It wasn’t the most eloquent statement, but what could I say? I’d barely gotten used to being naked with one guy in bed. Seeing two perfect male specimens in all their naked glory, sweating it out on towels in the sauna, was more than my previously puritanical mind could process.
If I’d expected them to be equally shocked by my appearance, I was about to be disappointed, because they just sat there with twin lazy smiles on their ridiculously handsome faces.
The benches in the sauna created a U, and they’d each taken up residence on one of the long sides, leaving only the middle vacant.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Nolan said. “Come on in. We got it all warmed up for you.”
“Um… that’s okay, I’ll just…” I turned to go, then heard Jude’s voice behind me.
“We’re not going to bite, boss.” I turned around in time to see him grin. “Not unless you want us to anyway.”
I don’t know if it was the promise in his voice or my desire to prove they couldn’t scare me that made me turn around, but I walked away from the door and took a seat on the bench between them.
All the confidence I’d felt looking in the mirror disappeared. I was suddenly nostalgic for Jude’s basketball shorts and tank top (not that the white tank top was much better than the skimpy bikini top), or at least one of the towels stacked on a shelf outside the sauna.
The insecurity was all my own. Jude’s eyes roamed my body appreciatively, and Nolan’s gaze was hungry as he stared at me through hooded eyelids.
I tried to lean back and relax, but putting my arms on the upper bench behind me only made my tits jut out, and that seemed like a bad idea given the lust simmering under my skin and the heated gazes of my two sauna companions.
“How was your workout, sweetheart?” Nolan’s voice was casual, but I couldn’t help noticing his dick was now hard and jutting between his thighs.
I almost couldn’t blame myself for getting wet. I knew what it felt like to be fucked by him, to feel the push of his cock though the swollen folds of my needy pussy.
Shit.
“Um, good.” Why did I sound breathless? “It was good.”
I tried to focus on his face, but that didn’t seem any safer than his dick when his face was so perfect. I turned to Jude, looking for relief, and immediately regretted it when I saw that he had a hand wrapped around the base of his erect cock.
I should have looked away, but I was mesmerized by the sight of it, long and wide and perfectly formed, in the palm of his hand, and even more so when he started stroking, moving up the shaft in one long stroke, his thick head emerging from his palm on the downstroke.
“You okay, boss?” His eyes had turned into a molten shade of brown. “You’re breathing a little heavy.”
Was I?
Nolan stood and took the three steps it took to cross the sauna to my seat on the bench.
“Jude’s right,” he said, sitting next to me. “Let me feel your pulse.”
He laid two fingers against my neck, and if I hadn’t already been hot from the temperature in the sauna, the touch of his fingers against my skin while he sat naked next to me and Jude stroked his dick would have been enough to dial my body heat up more than a few degrees.
“Definitely running a bit fast,” Nolan said. “Feeling anxious about anything?”
“Um, nope,” I lied. “I’m good.”
His hand slid to one of my tits. “Maybe you’re just a little excited because Jude’s getting himself off over there.”
I didn’t say anything ( save me, Lord, from lying lips and from deceitful tongues ), but the truth was, I was excited by what Jude was doing, and that was as big a sin as lying about the fact that my thighs were slick with the desire that had rushed to my cunt.
“That right, boss?” Jude asked. “You getting wet?”
Luckily, I was prevented from answering when Nolan pulled my top down, closed one warm palm around one of my tits, and leaned in to kiss me.
His tongue pushed between my lips with the same urgency already building in my bones and I moaned as he thumbed my nipple while sweeping my mouth with fevered strokes of his tongue.
“Fuck.”
I registered Jude’s voice from a distance as I fell deeper into Nolan’s kiss. I hardly noticed when he reached for the tie of my bikini top and pulled.
The skimpy material fell into my lap and Nolan released his hold on my tit to toss it aside. Then he slipped his hand between my thighs, sliding them into the bottoms of my bathing suit.
He stroked through the folds of my pussy, then broke our kiss and nipped at my bottom lip as his fingers found my clit.
“How wet is she?” Jude asked.
“Soaked,” Nolan said against my cheek. “I think she likes what you’re doing over there.”
I’d stopped paying attention to my own actions, had stopped second-guessing myself. I was all instinct now, my gaze glued to Jude’s stroking of his dick, which had somehow gotten even bigger and wider since I’d last looked.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let’s give Jude a peek of your sweet little pussy.”
I did as Nolan commanded. An orgasm had sparked to life at the center of my body, aided by the penetration of Nolan’s fingers into my cunt, the way he occasionally left the heat of my tunnel to circle my clit with fingers slick with my juices.
“Hard to see with those bottoms,” Jude said, his gaze locked between my thighs.
“That’s easy enough to fix,” Nolan said. “What do you say, sweetheart. Do you mind if I take these off and let Jude in on the fun?”
I liked that Nolan asked. It was something he always did when we tried something new: can I turn you over and fuck you from behind, can I put my dick in your mouth, can I come on your tits?
I didn’t know if he’d always been a champion of consent or if it was because of our history, but it made me feel more in control. It was why I’d started to trust him: I knew he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do.
“Okay,” I said.
He untied the string on one of my hips, then reached over my stomach to untie the other one, all without taking his fingers out of my pussy.
I lifted my ass as he pulled at the bottoms and he tossed them aside.
“That’s better,” he said. “Now spread your legs wider, sweetheart.”
I followed his command and was rewarded with a spark of lust in Jude’s eyes. “Goddamn, boss, that’s the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”
His words only made me wetter, my (apparent) fondness for dirty talk rearing its head in the fresh heat that rushed between my thighs, through my painfully hard nipples.
Nolan lowered his head to one of my tits and sucked and I gasped, letting my legs fall open as my head fell back against the bench behind me.
“Oh yeah,” Jude said, “I think you’re going to make her come.”
I was only dimly aware that I was moving my hips in time to Nolan’s fingers, arching my back to get my tit deeper into his mouth.
My eyes flew open in surprise when Nolan withdrew his fingers.
“I think you should have a taste before she comes,” Nolan said. “What do you think, sweetheart. Want to share with Jude? Let him taste you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. I was about three seconds away from getting myself off right there in front of them, my desperation to come so great I would have agreed to anything.
Jude rose from the bench. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
I’d had glimpses of his body before — in the gym, in the house when he walked around shirtless.
But Jude ass-naked was something to behold. His shoulders were broader than Nolan’s, his waist smaller, but he had the same defined muscle I loved tracing with my fingers when Nolan and I were in bed.
He had the same skeletal frog as Nolan tattooed on his right bicep (Nolan had told me it was a bone frog, a symbol of fallen Navy SEALs), a pencil on his left, ink unfurling from it like banner. Like Nolan, Jude’s chest was a beautiful and chaotic amalgam of images: the flag, military boots, drops of blood in what looked like sand.
His abs were hard as marble, a trail of fair hair leading to his dick. I had the urge to take him into my mouth, but that was something I hadn’t done yet, even with Nolan, and I was a little relieved when he knelt between my thighs and pushed them open wider.
“Jesus, boss, you should have told me you were hiding this beautiful pussy.” He ran his fingers through my folds and we all watched as he pushed them inside me. “I definitely need a taste.”
I watched as he lowered his head to my cunt and a moment later I felt the push of his tongue inside me.
My head tipped back and I closed my eyes, sinking onto his mouth.
A strangled groan erupted from Nolan’s throat. “Fuck. I didn’t think anything could be hotter than eating Lilah’s pussy myself, but watching you do it might just be it.”
Jude spread me open wide, licking through my slit before lapping at my clit.
I gasped with pleasure as Nolan sucked on my tit, the two of them lighting me on fire like twin blowtorches.
I rocked my hips against Jude’s mouth and Nolan pulled away from my tit to kiss me. “How would you feel about sucking my cock, sweetheart? That something you’d be interested in trying?”
I nodded because I didn’t trust myself to speak like a coherent human and right then I wanted Jude and Nolan everywhere.
Nolan stood on the bench next me, bracing one hand on the cedar ceiling of the sauna while he used his other hand to guide his dick to my lips.
“I don’t know how…”
He stroked my cheek, his muscled chest dripping with sweat. “Nothing to it. Just open up and take it. We’ll go slow.”
Jude slipped his fingers inside me as I opened my mouth, and Nolan slid the tip of his dick between my lips.
“Open wide, sweetheart.”
He sank deeper into my mouth, filling me up the way Jude’s fingers filled my pussy.
“That’s it.”My gag reflex kicked in when he reached the back of my throat and he eased back a little. “Relax your jaw, sweetheart. Nice and easy.”
I unhinged my jaw and he sank in deep again, and this time some innate knowledge took over when I dragged my mouth off his shaft, then sank onto him again.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I knew you’d know what to do.”
And he was right, I did. I picked up a rhythm on his dick, sinking onto him, dragging off of him, the gentle pressure he kept on my head a guide to what he wanted. He grew bigger in my mouth, something that made me even more excited as Jude lapped at my cunt, spreading my slit with his tongue, burying his face in my juices while his fingers drove into me again and again.
I was moving my hips faster now, moving my mouth faster on Nolan’s dick, the need to come overriding any thought about whether I was doing this right and whether it was even okay to be doing it with two guys at once.
There was only my body’s need for release, and I rode Jude’s fingers and sucked Nolan’s dick with a frenzy that almost took me out of my own body.
“Mind if I fuck you, boss?” Jude asked. “I’m dying to feel you wrapped around my cock while I come.”
I pulled my mouth off Nolan’s dick with a gasp. “Do it!”
Jude chuckled. “You’re the boss, boss.”
I heard the crinkly wrapper of a condom as Nolan put his dick back in my mouth, then moaned long and low when Jude sank into me hard and fast.
“Jesus fuck,” he said. “Fuck.”
I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I felt it when he pulled out of me, pushed into me again, harder this time.
“I don’t want to hurt you but I’m kind of feeling like you can take it,” he said, driving hard enough to make my eyes water.
The orgasm I’d been denied was building again. The eroticism of sucking Nolan’s dick while Jude ate my pussy was all consuming and I rocked fast on Jude’s cock while taking Nolan deep in my mouth, letting my orgasm build and build, flaring every time Jude hit my clit on the downstroke.
“Are you seeing this, bro?” Jude asked.
The question was clearly directed at Nolan and even though I couldn’t see a thing with Nolan’s dick in my mouth the words were kerosene on the fire in my body because of what they told me — that Nolan was watching Jude fuck me while he shoved his cock in my mouth, that he was getting off on it the same as me.
“Fuck yes I do,” Nolan said.
“She just got so much wetter. You going to come, boss?”
“Hmm-hmm,” I said around Nolan’s dick.
I felt the pressure of Jude’s fingers on my clit and lost control, shuddering around Jude’s cock, then heard him groan with his own release.
“You want me to pull out, sweetheart?” Nolan asked.
I clamped my mouth onto him to send a message: the last thing I wanted was for Nolan to pull his dick out of my mouth. I didn’t think through what that meant, which was why I was more surprised than I should have been when his hot semen shot to the back of my throat.
“Spit or swallow, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Up to you.”
I swallowed his warm salty come while tremors continued to wrack my body, the sounds of our fucking echoing off the warm cedar walls of the sauna as we found our release together, Jude groaning with the pleasure of his own release as he continued to drive into me until I went limp on the bench.
Nolan dropped to one side of me while Jude claimed the other side and we sat there, panting and sweating in the heat of the sauna.
“You planned that,” I finally said.
Jude grinned. “Let’s just say we were optimistic.”
I shoved him with my shoulder. “You’re such bastards.”
For the first time, the nickname didn’t fill me with hate.