Chapter 22
SAVANNAH
My breath grows thin and ragged, but at the same time, jitters flood my nervous system. I feel like I poked the sleeping bear.
“You dirty little slut.” Luke says it like a praise, and my face flushes with heat. “Do you want me to watch how Rory makes you come?” He’s not even touching me, but I feel his gaze like a caress on my sensitive skin.
I nod my head.
“Words, Savannah,” Luke prompts.
“Yes,” I rasp.
Luke drags an armchair to the end of my bed, stopping when he’s just a foot away, and plops down. “Rory,” Luke says, then tilts his head toward me.
It’s like with that one word, they had an entire conversation.
Rory leads me to the edge of the bed near Luke and motions for me to sit.
When I comply, he drops to his knees and removes my shoes one at a time, tossing them over his shoulder.
Next to go are my pants and top, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
Their eyes rake my body, causing a shiver to spread over my skin.
“You’re next,” Luke directs to Rory.
Rory stands, and Luke pulls him between his knees by his belt loop. Luke remains seated as he helps Rory out of his shoes and clothes. Watching the way the pulse in Rory’s neck races with each brush of their skin has my panties dampening.
Witnessing the passion igniting between them makes my need rise. I want to touch them, be touched by them, and watch them touch each other.
When Rory is dressed down to his boxers, he smirks at Luke. “Now you.”
As Rory removes Luke’s clothing, he drags his hand over Luke’s abdomen and brushes his hand over the bulge in Luke’s boxers. When Luke has had enough, he grabs Rory by the wrists. “I think Savannah needs some teasing now.”
Rory’s smile is full of mischief. “Can do.”
Oh, no. I don’t think I’ll survive this.
I like Luke taking control of this situation. I like not having to think about what comes next. I get to let go and be in the moment more.
Luke’s gaze is heated. “Boxers off, then suck on her nipples.”
Rory slips his boxers down his thighs, and they drop to the carpet. Then he unhooks my bra, dragging it down my arms and flinging it away. Then he adjusts my position, lying me across the foot of the bed and giving Luke the perfect view of us.
“Your tits are so beautiful.” Rory’s pupils dilate the more he stares at my chest, then he climbs on top, situating himself between my thighs.
He lowers his head to my breast, and his mouth envelops its tip.
His tongue flicks back and forth, the stimulation shooting straight to my core and flooding my panties.
I moan, and my hands automatically go to the back of his head, keeping him there.
His hand goes to my other mound and starts plucking and pinching the peak, causing it to harden.
“Yes, Rory,” I gasp.
As Rory moves his mouth to my other breast, my head lolls to the side toward Luke.
His eyes connect with mine, locking me in place.
Then I notice a motion in his lap. Luke pushes his boxers down, letting his swelling erection free.
He stares deep into my eyes as he wraps his hand around his shaft and moves his fist up and down.
My brain breaks from the fact that he’s hard as a rock just from watching Rory suck on my breasts. It makes me feel sexy and desired.
I’m close to coming just from this. Nipple stimulation and being watched.
When I feel my core start to flutter, Luke gives a new order. “Make her ride your face.”
Rory immediately releases my breast with a loud pop, and I whine, frustrated at being denied an orgasm. I’m unsure whether or not Luke did that on purpose.
Gripping me by my hips, Rory flips our positions. He does it so effortlessly and swiftly. My knees fall to either side of his torso. He moves his hands to my ass and urges me forward.
“Wait.” Everyone pauses, and embarrassment colors my cheeks. “I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“If I suffocate while eating your pussy, I’ll die a happy man,” he says with a wink.
“Rory,” I scold him, lightly slapping his pec.
“Savannah, if you’d just let me shove my tongue in your pussy, you’ll see just how much I enjoy it by how hard I get.”
“No need to be so crass.” I slap his chest again, but my panties flood more with arousal
“You like it,” Rory contends.
“No, I don’t,” I argue.
Luke’s lips turn into a knowing smile. “Let’s check then.”
My back straightens. “What?”
Luke juts his chin in Rory’s direction. “Show me how wet our girl is.”
Rory’s hand grips my thong, and with a simple tug, the thin scrap of fabric snaps and falls away.
Then he dips his fingers between my folds, and I swear he purposely grazes over my bundle of nerves.
“She’s drenched.” Rory holds up his hand in Luke’s direction.
After a moment, he opens his mouth and brings his fingers closer.
“Wait,” Luke says to Rory, and Rory obeys. Then to me, Luke instructs, “Lick his fingers, Trouble. Taste yourself—taste what we do to your tight little body.”
Oh my…
Rory raises his fingers to my face. I grip his wrist and part my lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth. As I taste myself, we moan together.
Rory slides his fingers from my mouth and grins. He lifts my hips, moving me up his body and forcing me to straddle his face. His eyes glow with anticipation. “Now I get to taste.” Rory pulls my waist. I fall forward onto my hands, and his tongue laps at my entrance.
I throw my head back and cry out, “Oh shit.”
“Ride his face, Trouble. He loves it. Look at his dick. See how hard he is just from eating your sweet pussy.”
I do as he says and turn my head to glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, Rory’s cock is hard and points up toward his stomach. A small bead of precum sits on his tip.
The sight spurs me on as I circle my hips, dragging my pussy up and down Rory’s mouth and humping his face.
Luke directs Rory again. “Eat her ass.”
My head turns toward Luke’s direction. His eyes are locked on the spot where Rory’s tongue dances over my sex.
Rory adjusts my hips, and I feel his tongue at my back entrance. The sensation is new and addictive. He licks and sucks, ratcheting up my pleasure.
Rory’s tongue goes back to my core, and my hips begin to stutter in their tempo.
“Give her two fingers,” Luke commands, and Rory slips two digits inside me, focusing his tongue solely on my clit. “Now show me.” Luke’s voice comes out gravelly, like he’s barely holding on.
Rory turns us, situating me so my backside is to Luke, then he angles my hips, giving Luke a view of my pussy from behind.
“Oh fuck. Yes,” he groans.
During all of this, Rory continues to lick, suck, and thrust.
“Add a finger.”
When Rory works a third finger into my hole, I feel the stretch, and I whimper. Rory’s fingers hit my G-spot, lighting my whole body on fire, and I don’t want it to stop.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.
“I’m going to remember this sight for the rest of my life,” Luke says with a moan. “Rory, with his face and fingers shoved in your cunt. And you, Savannah, with your ass in the air, riding Rory’s face.”
Luke’s words take me to the cusp of my release. “I’m going to come,” I confess.
Rory turns his face, grunting into my thigh, “You better.” Then his fingers attack my sensitive spot while he sucks on my clit.
Rory sends me over the edge and right into my climax. I quiver with pleasure as I bask in the tidal wave of sensation.
Luke shouts, and I watch over my shoulder as ropes of cum spurt out of his tip and onto his chest.
I collapse to the side, falling away from Rory’s head, and sigh with content. Peeking with one eye, I watch as Luke crawls up Rory’s legs.
Luke raises a single brow, questioning Rory.
Rory gives Luke a single nod, and Luke dips his head, taking Rory’s weeping length into his mouth.
My eyes are glued to how Luke’s head bobs up and down, Rory’s cock. Luke hollows his cheeks, and Rory’s hips buck off the bed.
My desire builds again, and a needy sound escapes me.
Luke pops off Rory’s shaft and looks at me. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come again, Trouble.”
I didn’t realize I was waiting for Luke’s command, and as soon as he gives it, my fingers are in my core, and my other hand cups my breast. My folds are swollen from my first orgasm, and my arousal drips from my center.
With my focus on Rory and Luke, I play with my clit, and my thumb makes lazy passes over my pebbled peak.
Rory’s hands cup the back of Luke’s head, and he takes over, thrusting into Luke’s mouth, and Luke holds still, sucking Rory down his throat.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, tap my thigh.” Rory’s voice is ragged, washed in pleasure.
Luke’s hand tightens around Rory’s thigh, encouraging him.
Rory comes with a yell, and Luke’s throat works to swallow Rory’s cum. The sight has my pussy spasming around my fingers, giving me another orgasm.
My eyes close and no matter how hard I try, I can’t open them again. I hear sounds various sounds including the rustling of fabric, feet padding in and out of the bathroom, and the sink in my bathroom turning on and off.
What are they doing?
A cold, wet cloth swipes between my thighs, and I groan in frustration, swatting to push it away.
“We need to clean you up, Dream Girl.”
The cold touches my skin again, and I try to bat it away, but fail. When it’s done, there’s a squelching sound off to the side.
Hands move me around the bed, tucking me under the covers.
Then two warm bodies snuggle me on either side.
The smell of Sandalwood mixed with leather and an ocean spray aroma drifts into my nose, and I’m able to breathe easy knowing that I’m surrounded by two men who make my heart flutter and rest at the same time.