Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
I t’s a pleasure to climb up onto Heath’s deluxe bed and spread my sweaty thighs for him. Such a filthy crotch on such clean cotton sheets. I lie back with a smile on my face, rubbing my fingers up and down my slit through my panties. Fuck, it’s amazing to see the way the guys are staring at me. Josh looks proud of the mess he’ll have made, and Heath licks his lips – no doubt as keen for a taste of Josh’s leftovers as he is for a taste of my pussy.
I love that about him. I adore the way he adores Josh.
I kick off my sandals and hitch my legs higher, lolling open my thighs even wider and tugging the cum stained lace tight between my pussy lips. It feels so nice against my clit as I grind the fabric back and forth. I’m already heady when the guys approach. I watch with horny glee as Heath kisses my boyfriend with fervour. They tear each other’s clothes off until they’re dick to dick – both cocks glistening hard and proud.
I’ll never tire of watching two Jacob’s ladders in action together. They are absolutely fucking beautiful, just like the men they belong to.
I have to slow down my efforts, or I’ll come from the sight of them. I groan as I stop teasing my clit with the fabric, panting as I imagine what is lying ahead.
From the way Heath is acting with Josh, it’s obvious he’s too desperate for a long warmup. I can see it in his eyes when he pulls away from Josh and stares at me instead.
“Off with that dress, curva, I’m desperate for a sight of those stunning tits of yours.”
“So am I,” Josh adds.
“Just leave those dirty panties on,” Heath says. “I want to see the full extent of what I missed out on earlier.”
“My pleasure.”
I shimmy my cami dress up and over my head, tossing it off the bed before I take off my bra as well. I hold my tits together, showing off the size of them before tugging at my nipples. I’m very blessed in that department. Huge tits with pretty, pert nipples that my clients always go crazy for. Oh, how I want two pairs of rough hands on them right now. Pinching and grabbing. Two mouths, nipping and sucking.
Both men climb up beside me, and I get the first taste of Heath’s lips on mine as Josh palms my tits, mashing them tight. I can’t help but tug Heath’s hair free from its bun, adoring the way it tumbles. I run my fingers through it and meet his eyes. I hold his face as I kiss him, still struggling to comprehend the fact that this is the man I’ve been watching onscreen for years.
“I’ve missed you both so much,” he says as he breaks the kiss.
“Yeah, and we’ve missed you, too,” I reply. “Haven’t we, Josh?”
“Kind of, yeah. You could say that. I’ve missed your dirty ass in particular. One of a kind.”
“Same goes.” Heath smirks. “But I’ve also missed these.”
My idol lowers his mouth and grazes his lips across one of my hard nipples. I raise my hands above my head and moan, my flesh screaming out for him.
“So beautiful,” he says, and sucks on one of my tits, swirling his gorgeous tongue. His mouth is so wide, and so fucking wet. So hungry.
“You’re making me jealous,” Josh says and takes the other side, both guys feasting on my tits like I’m a banquet.
I’m already squirming when their teeth start nipping me. I’m panting as they grip my tits as well as suck, using me just the way I like it. I think it’s Josh’s hand that snakes down and tugs the lace taut between my pussy lips, mimicking the motions I was making myself. My God, it’s fucking amazing.
“The scent of your cunt is irresistible,” Heath says as Josh works me up.
The filthy vampire’s beauty gives me crazy butterflies as he lowers himself between my legs.
“Such a gorgeous creature, you dirty curva ,” he says with a smile, and Josh moves his hand away to let Heath splay my pussy lips around my panties. He swipes his tongue across the fabric, and Josh joins him, up close.
“How does it taste?” Josh asks him.
“Delicious,” Heath says, and sucks my clit through the lace with a groan. “Creamy panties. Such a treasure. Now, let’s make them even creamier.”
He tugs them down enough to push two fingers inside me, both covered in fabric. He digs around my cunt, and I imagine Josh’s cum still in there, being soaked up. Heath gasps as he pulls his fingers free, and he must have found treasure. I raise myself on my elbows to watch him lapping at the lace, and he does it again – more juice, more cum.
“Your turn,” he says to Josh, taking him by the hair. He guides my boyfriend’s open mouth towards my pussy, and Josh shoots me a filthy smirk as he takes up where Heath left off, sucking and lapping at the sopping lace.
They take it in turns, over and over, driving the lace in and out, and cleaning up the spillage. And then they share, truly. Two hungry mouths kissing and sucking, tasting the dirtiness between my legs. Two hot guys, hands in each other’s hair as they kiss and bite. Holy fuck, the pleasures never end.
They take a break from making out and Josh finally tugs my panties off me to reveal my naked slit. I slide my fingers down and hook two inside, horny for a taste myself. But there is no cum left now, just a faint taste of Josh’s leftovers.
Heath sees me do it, and his smile lights up his icy eyes.
“Keep your fingers to yourself, curva. We’re not done yet.”
He sweeps his tongue across my clit, and it’s my fingers in his hair now as he works his magic with my pussy, naked and bare without my panties. He sucks and laps, and I hold his head to me, squirming. Fuck, how I’ve missed this. Missed him.
“Sharing is caring, remember?” Josh says, and I groan as Heath moves aside. I need them both so bad.
Josh’s tongue piercing makes me gasp when it hits my clit – just like always. I hold my boyfriend’s head to me instead, trying to buck and grind to tip myself over the edge, but Josh is too skilled to let me come so easily. He only gives me the very tip of his tongue in tiny flicks with no fucking rhythm.
“Please,” I say, but he looks up at me with devilment in his eyes.
“Not yet, baby. It’s Heath’s party. He deserves another taste.”
They keep switching, the bastards, bringing me to the peak, then easing off. Heath laps and sucks until I start panting, and then Josh takes over, keeping me right on the edge of the crest before handing me back over. They are so skilled, so hot, playing my pussy like an instrument until I’m practically delirious, groaning with the need to come.
It’s Heath’s mouth that finally gives me the honour, pushing two fingers inside me as he sucks. My fingers are back in his hair when I come, my heels up on the perfect cloud of his mattress as I writhe against his face.
And then my boyfriend’s face appears in front of mine. He kisses me deep as another man makes me come, and he’s moaning with approval. He’s moaning with approval at another man getting me off.
So. Fucking. Hot.
I can’t imagine the sheer volume of people who’d sell their very soul to be in my position. It’s pure bliss, my back arching as I ride on a bed that really is cloud nine.
Heath peppers me with a path of kisses up my body when I’m in the aftermath of coming, stopping for a suck on one of my tits before he joins Josh.
We share kisses, all three of us a mass of tongues and tastes. Spit and sweat, and the wetness of my pussy still lingering in their mouths.
My hands snake down to find two straining cocks, ready to blow. Two barbelled ladders, veined and scorching.
“My turn for a taste of cum,” I say. “Please. Give it to me. Both at once.”
I open my mouth wide, and flutter my lashes, grateful beyond belief when the pair of them shuffle up to grant my request.
They aren’t so polite with taking turns when it comes to using my mouth, both of them thrusting and driving until I’m hamster cheeked to the max. I love it this way, my head bobbing like the slut I am.
“Take what you asked for, baby. No wasting,” Josh says, and his first jet hits the back of my throat. Heath follows suit with a groan, both of them spurting in sync as they come for me. Oh yes, two thick loads of cum filling my mouth as my lips strain around their cock heads…
Luckily, I’m pro enough to handle it. I don’t spill a single drop. I swallow it down and smack my lips like a good girl.
What a great start to the holiday.
Both guys collapse at my side when they’re done, all three of us grinning up at the ceiling as we soak in the aftermath on Heath’s incredible bed.
Welcome to Paradise indeed.
I could happily take an afternoon nap between these two gorgeous men after that tasty escapade, but Heath rolls away from us, off the bed, and goes to the nearest bedside table.
Josh and I prop ourselves up, curious as he pulls out some paperwork from the top drawer.
At least that’s what it looks like until he arrives back on the bed and sets the bundle down in front of us.
Envelopes.
Seven envelopes to be precise – with a day written on each one. Starting today.
Sunday.
“And here we have the surprises,” Heath says. “Proposals, just like any other client. One for each day of the holiday. And each with a proposal fee that accompanies it.”
Heath’s proposals are normally so vague when he sends them through via the Agency that they have barely anything written in them. Just a see you both soon.
“I’ve been revisiting the Naughty List on the Agency website,” he says. “I was missing you, so thought I’d fawn over your profiles, and fell down the rabbit hole of examining your services on offer. I thought I’d have a little playtime exploring them. Variety is the spice of life, after all.”
“Proposals?!” I ask. “What, like actual proposals?”
“Very detailed fantasies for you to perform, yes,” Heath says. “And a proposal fee for each one. Only these fees aren’t cash, they are rewards. Treats.”
I look at Josh and his eyes are sparkling. His smirk says it all, intrigued, just like I am. The whole idea sounds hot as hell. There are a lot of services on offer on both of our profiles. We are known as hardcorers for a reason, and our Naughty List of services get longer and longer by the day.
“So, how about it?” Heath says. “A week’s worth of proposals, for a week’s worth of treats. Is that acceptable?”
Both Josh and I laugh.
“Treats?” Josh says. “For fulfilling your wildest fantasies? As if we’d need them.”
“No treats necessary,” I say. “Seriously, Heath. Being in this place with you is a treat enough for seven hundred proposals, not seven.”
Heath laughs along with us.
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that once you’ve read them. Just one at a time, though. And no sneak peeks or clues.”
He pulls us both in for another kiss, and I know one thing. Those proposals would need to be seriously fucking hardcore to need any kind of treat for performing them.
Still, looking at the glint in Heath’s eyes when he pulls away from us… I have an inkling they might be.