16 - Date Night #3
“Don’t be so dramatic,” he said.
I laughed. Actually laughed, which was a strange thing to do with a cock in your mouth. But something loosened in me. I relaxed. Let them use me.
Graham pushed a little deeper. I gagged. He eased back. “Breathe.”
I breathed. Let my brain go quiet. Stopped thinking about what this meant, what we looked like, whether this made me a different kind of person. Just felt. Kane’s cock stretching me open. Graham’s filling my mouth. Hands on my hips. Hands in my hair.
They found a rhythm together. Kane pushing forward, Graham pulling back. Then the reverse. I was rocking between them like something tidal. Inevitable.
Time got slippery. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that. Long enough that my knees ached. Long enough that my jaw went loose and sloppy. Long enough that I came again, a small one, just from the fullness of it all.
Kane slowed. Pulled out. I whimpered at the loss.
“Switch,” he said.
Graham slid out of my mouth. They moved around me. I stayed where I was, on all fours, waiting. Letting them decide.
Graham behind me now. He pushed in slower than Kane. Deeper. His hands on my hips were steadier. More patient.
Kane kneeled in front of me. His cock was slick. From me. He didn’t wait. Just guided himself into my mouth. He tasted like sex. Like us.
Different rhythm now. Graham slow and deliberate. Kane pushing my head down onto him, impatient. I closed my eyes. Disappeared into it.
“I want to try something.” Graham’s voice. He’d stopped moving.
I pulled off Kane’s cock. Looked back over my shoulder. “What?”
Graham pulled out slowly. His hand traced down my spine, over my ass. “That thing we did last week. That worked. That you hadn’t tried since college.”
My stomach flipped. “Here? Now?”
“If you want.”
Kane was watching us. “What are we talking about?”
Graham’s finger traced lower. Over the curve of my ass. Between.
“Oh.” Kane’s voice dropped.
They both looked at me. Waiting.
“At the same time?” I asked.
Graham nodded.
I thought about it. Two of them. Both inside me. At once. My whole body flushed.
“Yeah.” I swallowed. “Let’s try it.”
Kane looked at Graham. Then down at himself. Then back at Graham. “I’ll take her ass. You’re bigger—her pussy can handle more.”
Graham laughed. A real laugh. “I guess that isn’t always an advantage.”
I looked at Graham. “You have some—”
He was already reaching for the bedside table. Opened the drawer. Pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. Held the condom out to Kane. “You want one?”
Kane took it. “Yeah. For this.”
Graham lay back on the bed. I climbed over him, straddling his hips. His cock pressed against me. I reached down, guided him inside, sank down slowly. Full. Familiar.
His hands found my hips. Steadied me. “Take your time.”
Behind me, I heard the condom wrapper tear. The click of the lube bottle. Kane’s hand on my lower back, pressing gently. “Lean forward.”
I leaned down onto Graham’s chest. His arms wrapped around me. Held me still.
Kane’s finger traced between my cheeks. Slick. Cold. Then pressing inside. One finger. Slow.
I exhaled against Graham’s neck. He stroked my hair. “Relax.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one with a cock in his pussy and a finger working into his ass. But I tried. Let my body go soft.
Kane added a second finger. Stretched me. I whimpered.
“You okay?” Kane’s voice was rough.
“Yeah.” I pressed back against his hand. “More.”
He pulled his fingers out. I felt the head of his cock press against me. Slick with lube. He pushed. Slow. So slow. The pressure was enormous. I stopped breathing.
“Breathe.” Graham’s voice in my ear. His hands rubbing my back.
I breathed. Kane pushed deeper. Inch by inch. My body resisted, then gave. Then he was all the way inside.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Two cocks. Both of them filling me completely. I had never felt so full in my life.
“Jesus.” Kane’s voice was strained. “I can feel you.”
“Yeah.” Graham shifted beneath me. “I can feel you, too.”
They were talking to each other. Over me. Through me. I was the thing between them. The connection.
Kane started to move. Small strokes at first. Testing. Graham matched him. When Kane pulled back, Graham pushed up. When Graham withdrew, Kane pressed forward. A rhythm. A give and take.
I buried my face in Graham’s neck and let them fuck me.
The fullness was overwhelming. Every nerve ending alive. I couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and another began. Just pressure. Heat. Movement. Two men using my body in perfect coordination.
“Harder.” The word came out of my mouth before I knew I was saying it. “Please.”
Kane gave me harder. His hips snapped against my ass. Graham gripped my hips and thrust up to meet him. The rhythm fell apart into something rougher. Messier. Better.
I was making sounds I didn’t recognize. High, desperate noises. I couldn’t stop them. Didn’t want to.
“She’s close.” Graham. His thumb found my clit, rubbing in tight circles. “I can feel her tightening.”
“Fuck.” Kane’s pace stuttered. “Me, too.”
I was climbing. Higher than before. The pressure building somewhere deep. Graham’s thumb kept moving. Kane kept pounding into me. Two cocks. Four hands. Everything focused on me.
I shattered.
Not like the others. This one ripped through me. My whole body clenched. I screamed into Graham’s neck. Shaking. Convulsing. The orgasm rolled through me in waves, one after another, until I thought I might pass out.
Kane groaned. His hips jerked. He buried himself deep and I felt him come, pulsing inside me.
Graham held still. Waiting. When Kane finally pulled out, Graham rolled us over. I was on my back now. He hooked my knees over his shoulders and fucked me properly. Hard. Deep. Taking what he needed.
I watched his face. The concentration. The way his jaw tightened. Then his eyes closed and he pushed all the way in and held there. I felt him throb inside me. Filling me.
Graham collapsed beside me. For a long moment, nobody moved. Just breathing. Three bodies tangled on white sheets.
Kane’s hand found my hip. Graham’s arm was draped across my waist.
I stared at the ceiling. My body was humming. Wrecked. Satisfied in a way I’d never been before.
“So …” Kane’s voice was lazy. Spent. “Same time Thursday?”
I laughed. It came out hoarse. “You’re ridiculous.”
“That’s not a no.” Graham pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
I lay there between them. Two men who should have been furious. Two men who had every right to walk away. Instead, they were here. Warm against my skin. Making jokes about next time.
“Thursday works,” I said.
Kane’s hand squeezed my hip. Graham pulled me closer.
For now, I closed my eyes. Let myself float in the warmth of two bodies. Two heartbeats. Whatever this was, we’d figure it out later.
I slipped out of bed while they were still catching their breaths. The bathroom was through a door on the far wall. Clean tile. Good water pressure. Of course Graham had good water pressure.
I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over me. My body ached in places I’d forgotten existed. My thighs. My jaw. Between my legs. I was going to be sore tomorrow.
I smiled at the tile.
When I came back to the bedroom, towel wrapped around me, they were both sitting up against the headboard. Still naked. Still watching me.
And both of them were hard again.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Already?”
Kane shrugged. “You walked in wearing a towel.”
“She walked in period.” Graham’s eyes moved over me. Slow. Appreciative.
I dropped the towel.
Two men. Both hard. Both wanting me. Again. Something warm spread through my chest. Not arousal, exactly. Satisfaction. Power.
I walked to the foot of the bed. Sank to my knees on the carpet. “Come here.”
They moved without hesitation. Sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, one on either side of me. Two cocks at eye level. Both hard. Both waiting.
I took my time looking. Graham on my left. Kane on my right. Two men who’d just taken me apart. Now they were sitting here, waiting for me to decide what happened next.
There was something delicious about this. Being on my knees and still being the one in charge.
I took Graham first. Wrapped my hand around the base and took him into my mouth. Slow. Teasing. I felt his thigh tense under my free hand. He wanted more. He’d get it when I decided.
I pulled off and turned to Kane. Faster with him. He liked it messier. I let him hit the back of my throat, gagged a little, pulled back. His hand twitched like he wanted to grab my head. He didn’t. He was waiting, too.
Back and forth. Graham. Kane. Graham. Kane. My hands working whoever my mouth wasn’t on. I set the rhythm. I decided who got attention and for how long.
I looked up at them. Both of them watching me. Both of them breathing hard. Both of them completely at my mercy.
This was power. Not the frantic overwhelm of before, when I couldn’t track whose hands were where. This was controlled. Deliberate. I had two men on the edge and I was the one deciding when they’d fall.
Kane’s thighs tensed. His breath got shorter. I knew the signs. I could back off, make him wait. Or I could push him over.
I kept going.
“Fuck.” His hand found the back of my head. “I’m gonna—”
I pulled back. Not fast enough.
He came on my face. Across my cheek, my lips, dripping down my chin. I blinked. Wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Graham laughed. A real laugh, surprised out of him. “Smooth.”
“Shut up.” Kane was breathing hard. He looked down at me. “Sorry.”
I licked my lips. Tasted him. “Don’t be.”
I stood. Pushed Graham back onto the bed. He went willingly, a smile on his face.
I climbed over him. Turned around so I was facing his feet. Reverse cowgirl. I liked this angle. Liked the control.
I sank down onto him. Still wet. Still ready. He groaned beneath me.
Kane watched from the edge of the bed. Spent but attentive. I caught his eye and winked.
I rode Graham slow at first. Rolling my hips. Taking my time. His hands found my hips, but he wasn’t guiding. Just holding on. I was in charge now.