48. Stella
CHAPTER 48
STELLA
T hey each take one of my hands and kiss their way up my arms. At my shoulders, they slide the straps of the dress down, and one of them unzips the back. They don’t make it fall right away, but instead let it hang from my arms and chest as their mouths claim every bit of my exposed skin.
One of them bends and slips my shoes off, and then together they remove the dress completely, leaving me standing between them in only the jewelry and the black lingerie.
“It’s been too long,” Cam says, as they touch and kiss and lick every inch of me. He kneels at my feet, his hands caressing my thighs, as he kisses the delicate skin of my inner thighs and mouths over the sheer bit of fabric between my legs.
Wyatt slips one bra strap from my shoulder and takes my breast in his mouth, his tongue sending shockwaves through my entire body.
I’ll never get over how amazing it is to have these two men adoring my body at once. It’s pleasure overload, yet at the same time, I can never get enough.
A few minutes later, I’m naked, though I’m not even sure when it happened.
Wyatt moves to lift me up, but I put a hand out to stop him. “This needs to go differently this time. As good as you both look in your dress clothes, I want to see you out of them.”
They both strip, with me helping where I can, my fingers handling buttons, helping to pull belts, and eventually peeling undershirts off of them.
Then, I get to do something I’ve wanted to do for a while. I stroke their bodies, over their chests, down their pebbled abs, and follow the happy trails to finally slide my hands over their cocks.
They both grow hard as soon as I touch them. I grip both of them at the same time, start to stroke them, then kneel in front of them and take Cam in my mouth while I continue to work Wyatt with my hand.
I alternate between them and love the way they respond. Each moan and groan and every subtle response from their bodies spur me to take them deeper and work them faster.
Cam utters my name, sounding like he’s being tortured, as he slides his fingers into my hair and palms the back of my head. He thrusts in and out of my mouth a few more times before his pace staggers. “I’m gonna come.”
He meets my eyes and starts to pull back, but I hold the base of his cock and keep him steady. Hot jets of his release stream into my mouth and down my throat, and I try to take it all, but when it gets to be too much to handle, I pull back and am decorated by his pleasure.
At the same time, Wyatt lets out a loud groan and his body stiffens. I keep stroking his cock, gripping it tight, and he joins Cam, letting loose, painting me with thread after thread of his cum.
When they finish, the men look at me with awe and admiration in their eyes.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Cam says, as he bends to pick me up.
Wyatt kisses me once I’m in Cam’s arms, and together they carry me into the gleaming bathroom, set me on the counter, and work together to clean me off.
As Cam wipes my neck with a cloth, Wyatt crosses to the tub and turns on the tap. I’m treated to the incredible view of his bare backside—his long legs, muscled and firm, and an ass that looks so good, I want to jump off the counter and go take a bite.
He fills the tub, then carries me over and sets me down among the bubbles. The water is perfectly warm with a light fragrance that will seal this moment in my memory forever. Not that I’ll need the help of a scent to remember this.
“Another first for me,” I tell Wyatt as he steps into the tub and settles down behind me, pulling me back against his chest.
“What’s that?”
“Well, all of this night, really, but I’ve never taken a bath with a man before.”
“How about two?” Cam hands each of us our champagne glasses that he retrieved from the living room, then steps in at the other end of the tub, and though it seems like there’s no way he’ll fit, somehow it works, even though some bubbles do overflow.
I sip champagne as Wyatt cradles me in his arms and Cam massages my feet under the water, and I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I’m once again struck by how very manly these men are. From the sexy dark stubble shading Cam’s face as he smiles at me across the cloud of iridescent bubbles, to the reassuring steadiness of Wyatt’s arms as he holds me close.
There’s a calm strength to both of them that tells me I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.