18. Eighteen
Eighteen
M organ
There was a single door off of the second floor landing. Zak opened it and motioned for us to enter. The right side of the room contained a roll-top desk, a single reading chair, and floor lamp. The walls were lined with bookshelves, which, like the ones downstairs, were filled to capacity. On the left, and to the rear of the house, was an ornate king-size sleigh bed with a pair of matching nightstands on either side. I spotted the door to the ensuite and excused myself to freshen up.
When I came back out, the men back lit by a bedside lamp were locked in a passionate embrace. Dante claimed Zak’s mouth with his. It was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. I remained in the shadows as their firm hands explored one another's muscular contours.
I would like to tell you that seeing two people I cared deeply for, physically expressing their love for one another, was all the gratification I needed. But to say that would be to lie. Zak, wrapped in Dante’s arms, lips pressed together, and hips grinding, awoke a lustful thirst which observation alone could not quench. I took a step forward to join them, then stopped.
The night was not about me, and I had no right to intrude on their first time together. I retreated further into the shadows. But Dante must have heard my labored breathing.
“I was afraid you changed your mind,” he said, looking in my direction. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see his eyes were already dark with lust. “Come help us get undressed.”
He said it with such commanding authority that my knees almost buckled. I made it across the room and unbuttoned his shirt. My hands trembled when he turned to Zak and said, “Isn't she a good girl? The way she does exactly as she is told.”
His words had me melting like a Popsicle in the August sun. I noticed the confusion in Zak’s eyes and explained. “Sometimes, I enjoy taking a submissive role. But don’t worry, you can still call me goddess.”
This must have satisfied him, because his hands slid around Dante’s torso and helped me remove his shorts. Zak then pulled his own shirt over his broad shoulders, while from my knees, I helped him finish undressing.
With the two of them completely nude and very erect, I was tempted to take one and then the other between my lips, but resisted. After getting to my feet, I took a seat on the edge of the bed.
If either man objected, they were too busy to show it. They resumed kissing. I stared on breathless, as teeth playfully nipped at lips and tongues explored. When their hands found one another's hardness, I had to fight the urge to dip my fingers into my panties.
They stroked one another into a frenzy, and suddenly my bra felt too tight. I removed it, along with the tank top. With a hand, I traced the curve of my breast and gently thumbed its nipple, only stopping when Dante fell onto the bed next to me, pulling Zak down with him. I slid up against the headboard to give them room and propped a pillow behind my back.
My pulse quickened as Zak kissed his way down Dante's muscular torso. He did not stop until his lips reached the small tuft of dark hair directly above the other man’s shaft. He looked at me, as if confused about how best to proceed. I smiled, remembering the first time I had been with his well hung room mate, and how my reaction had been similar. I brushed the instep of my foot across his ass. “Just do what feels natural, baby. Enjoy the moment.”
He gave me a grateful smile before planting small kisses on Dante’s scrotum. Then he licked his way up the shaft. When he reached the tip, he swirled his tongue around the wide knob. He looked up again, seeking Dante’s approval. “You’re doing a fine job, isn’t he, Morgan?”
“Um hmm. It’s hard to believe this is his first blow job.” But I could tell he was still unsure of himself, and patted his shoulder. “There’s no right or wrong way to suck a dick. Think about the things you enjoy when you're on the receiving end. Chances are Dante will like them too.”
Encouraged by our words he opened wide and to my astonishment a third of Dante's fat cock disappeared into his mouth. But he quickly gagged and had to pull off. I considered offering him a few more helpful tips, but decided it would be better to let him figure it out on his own. After all, both men had waited a long time for this night. I was just a guest.
On his second attempt, he moved more slowly, trying to not take too much into his mouth. As Dante’s moans made it obvious he was enjoying it, Zak’s head bobbed up and down more confidently. His strained lips easily glided over the other man's saliva slickened cock.
I was beyond wet at this point and needed to be fucked. But since both men were occupied, I settled for kissing Dante. The wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of Zak’s warm damp mouth only increased the ache between my legs. I ground against his hip and kissed him passionately.
Dante stiffened, and he pulled his mouth from mine. One hand gripping Zak’s hair, the other arm tightly wrapped around my waist, he loudly announced he was going to come. Rather than pulling off, Zak took him deeper into his mouth.
I wanted to warn him that Dante was a heavy cummer, but before I had the chance, the room echoed with his thunderous cry of release. Zak’s Adam's apple pumping up and down, as he fought to get every drop, was almost enough to bring me to climax.
Once he caught his breath, Dante told Zak how amazing he was and kissed him deeply. I moved to get out of bed and give them time alone. But with the taste of the other man still on his lips, Zak stopped me and studied my eyes.
Then, as if eager to convince everyone in the room, himself included, that he was not gay, he moved between my thighs. His large hands gripped my generous ass, and his wide tongue roughly licked at my labia, as if his life depended on bringing me to orgasm.
I realized he feared losing my respect and was overcompensating. With a hand, I stroked his hair. That seemed to calm him. “You know what I like baby. Give me what I need.”
He relaxed, and with just the tip of his tongue, traced slow tight circles around the clit. My hips arched, and I moaned. Dante sucked at a nipple, gently nipping it with his teeth. The arousal I had been suppressing since first seeing them kiss came bubbling to the surface. “Fuck, you're going to make me come,” I cried out, thrusting my hips against his face.
I gripped at the comforter and tried to stifle my cries. But it was no use. The sounds of my climax echoed off the sloped ceiling. I was still breathing hard when Zak, his face slick with my juices, came up and kissed me. When he leaned across to kiss Dante, I could not help smiling at how quickly he’d overcome his inhibitions.
I felt a hand between my thighs and easily recognized by the large knuckles, who it belonged to. His lips still locked on Zak's, Dante ran his fingers through my slickness before sliding a finger into me. It felt wonderful. I gave out a soft moan and took their cocks in my hands. Being with two men at the same time was already better than I could have imagined.
A second finger joined the first and stroked my G–spot. It was not long before I was arching and thrusting again. Another hand, this one's fingers long and slender, pressed against my anus. I moaned in anticipation. Zak and I had previously experimented with ass play, so we knew how much each enjoyed it.
As they finger fucked my holes in tandem, I jerked their cocks rapidly. They sucked on my nipples, only stopping long enough for us to share kisses. Our fevered flesh writhed as if we were one organism until Zak whispered in my ear. “Come for us, my goddess.”
The resulting orgasm was even stronger than the first, and should have been enough to satisfy me. But once I caught my breath, I asked, “Who’s going to fuck me first?” I quickly realized the presumptuousness of my words. “Unless the two of you would rather—“
“—I think we can save that for later,” Zak said, cutting me off. “Dante, why don’t you go first? Show us what you can do with that massive cock of yours.”
I shuddered with excitement, knowing Dante would take Zak’s words as a challenge and pound me even harder than he normally did. It did not take long for me to be proven right. Almost as soon as he was inside, he had my legs hoisted over his shoulders, driving me into the mattress. My boobs bouncing up and down, I turned my head so I could suck Zak’s cock. But he was too far away. His eyes locked on Dante’s thick shaft, stretching me wide. Instead, I stroked him in rhythm with Dante’s punishing thrusts.
Somewhere between my second and third orgasm, my legs had begun to cramp. I knew Dante, having already come once, could go indefinitely, and would—until I begged him to stop. “Please Sir, I can’t take anymore. I want to feel your hot love fill my needy hole.”
He groaned, “Are you sure you deserve such a reward?”
“Please Sir. Have I not been a good girl tonight?”
“Very good indeed,” he agreed.
“Then please don’t make me beg again. Give me your seed.”
“You know, I can't deny you anything.” He gripped my ass tightly and with three last strokes filled my chamber.
When he rolled off, Zak looked at us and said, “You two are a pair of kinky freaks.”
Dante laughed and said, “You’re a fine one to talk. Don’t act like I don’t know why you wanted me to go first.” He had propped himself against the headboard and explained for my benefit, “He wants to feel my cum on his dick while he’s inside you.”
From the way Zak was blushing, I could see Dante was right. After rolling on to my hands and knees, I told him to hurry before it all leaked out. His cock had never felt harder. I pushed back against his every thrust, eager to have him as deep as possible. My nipples grazed against the bedsheets, further stoking the heat burning within my core.
A hand moved from my hip, reaching to rub my clit. My walls contracted, squeezing Zak tight. It was just the friction I needed for one last orgasm. After I came, I looked over my shoulder and told Zak he could cum whenever he was ready. Once he had pumped himself dry, we collapsed on to bed in a tangle of limps.
Comfortably snuggled in the afterglow, as lovers sometimes do, we whispered words of affection to one another. Words which just mere days earlier I never imagined myself ever speaking again. Then drifted off to sleep.
I woke from a nightmare several hours later. In total darkness and disoriented, I was unsure of where I was until I felt the heat of the men next to me. Memories came flooding back of the things we had said to one another. Suddenly, the room felt way too hot. My heart was racing. I gasped for breath.
I did not regret the things we had done. But I had experienced emotions I knew were dangerous. Exposed my heart and bared my soul. Given breath to words, I could not take back.
My brain screamed for me to run and never look back. But their large, unyielding bodies held me pinned between them. Unable to get up, I shimmed to the foot of the bed, but the foot board blocked my way. Close to panic, I maneuvered around Zak's legs until I reached the edge of the mattress and stood up.
I could not find my clothes in the darkness, and turned on a lamp. Dante’s eyes fluttered open. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, everything is fine,” I lied. “I have to be at work in a few hours, so I figured since I’m already awake, I might as well go back to the motel and get ready. I’ll call you guys later.” Another lie. I had no intention of seeing either of them ever again. Doing so could only lead to pain and heartbreak. Better to end things now, before any of us got hurt.