Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
None of the guys say anything as I snatch Lukas’s phone from him, clutching it to my chest.
“Your mom didn’t do anything wrong.” The last thing I need is Lukas calling his mother to yell at her for making me feel cheap, when she actually kind of saved me from even further embarrassment.
Tossing Lukas’s phone across to the now-empty bed, I straddle Lukas’s lap, placing my hands on either side of his face.
I can feel him hardening beneath me in spite of the unsexy situation we are in, and it brings my mind right back to dry-humping Felix earlier today, and the not-so-dry humping that followed.
Not the time, brain. I look into Lukas’s eyes, saying it again. “She didn’t make me feel less than. She was actually pretty chill about the hickey, just gave me a head’s up so I could cover it. Your mom is great.”
“Maybe we don’t talk about my mom when you’re on top of me?” His erection twitches underneath me, and he looks away from me, staring off into the middle distance. I wonder if he’s trying to will away his hard-on by mentally going through all the digits of pi or something.
I see an opening to get rid of some of the tension that’s been clouding the room since we returned from dinner and I started a fight. “Oh? Am I making you uncomfortable?” I roll my hips slightly to tease him.
“More like rock hard,” says Lukas, breathless, his hands clenched in the covers at his sides.
I lean forward and kiss him gently. “Let me show you how not embarrassed I am by all of you.”
I tease him again with another roll of my hips and set my glasses on the nightstand before reaching between us and pulling his cock out of his boxers. I should make a rule that they can only wear boxers when I’m around, it’s so much more convenient than real pants.
He’s not quite as thick as Felix, but he’s a little longer, and somehow he’s still growing as I stroke him.
Flicking my eyes up to his, I continue coaxing his cock even harder and say, “You might have to walk me through how you like it, but Sebastian and Elliot did a good job teaching me the basics.”
He nods, his jaw tight, as I scoot back enough to lean down and take him in my mouth.
“I like it when you use your tongue to play with the head, and use your hand to gently roll my balls,” he says.
His voice is gruff with arousal as he takes my hand and wraps it around his shaft, showing me the amount of pressure he prefers.
“When you wrap your hand around me, don’t be scared to be a little rough. ”
Well, if he’s going to give such clear instructions, the least I can do is reward him by listening and blowing him exactly the way he likes.
The noises Lukas makes as I lick and flick my tongue over the head of his cock are turning me on way more than I ever would have expected. I never thought giving pleasure would feel just as good as receiving it.
“You look like you’d like someone to touch you,” says Elliot. “Can I help you out?”
“Yes, please,” I say, popping off of Lukas’s cock just long enough to answer.
He climbs off the bed and moves to the foot of it, giving everyone a little more room. Lukas spreads his legs a little wider, giving me more space as well.
Elliot wraps his hands around my thighs and tugs, forcing me to lie on my stomach with my legs stretched behind me.
It’s not the easiest position for me to be in to give a blow job, but I push up onto my elbows and make do.
He climbs onto the bed, straddling thighs, and palms my ass, massaging and lifting as he settles in over me.
His palms are warm even through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts.
And I hold my breath, waiting for the moment that his thumbs reach down beneath the hem to touch my bare skin, and hopefully slide through my folds to find my center.
But he doesn’t. Elliot just keeps massaging the globes of my ass, bringing them together and then separating them, sometimes letting his thumbs slip under the hem of my shorts to pull my cheeks apart, but never getting anywhere close to where I want to be touched.
My breath catches as the weight of his hard cock rests across my ass.
It feels naughty, the way he slides his cock along the crack of my ass, squeezing my cheeks around his girth.
His refusal to actually touch me where I want is maddening, and I decide that if Elliot won’t satisfy me, then I’ll pass that same frustration on to Lukas. Maybe he’ll tell Elliot to stop teasing me.
“A little rougher,” says Lukas after I’ve teased him with the barest of kisses around the head of his cock, avoiding the very tip. “Wrap your lips around my dick and suck me.”
Lukas grabs my braid and tugs, pulling my head back to give himself a better view of me bobbing on the tip of his cock.
It’s incredibly hot, seeing him looking down at me as he pulls my hair to control how far down I can go, and between that and Elliot’s cock dragging along my ass, I’m so wet I’m probably going to have to throw these sleep shorts away later.
“Can I fuck you?” asks Elliot, his hands leaving my ass only to run up my back along my spine. When he runs his hands back down, they catch on my hips and pull me into his heavy length. “Or are you too sore?”
I hum an “mm-hmm” that comes out more like a moan, and thrust back against him as best I can in this position and with him sitting on the back of my legs.
I hope he understands, because I’m not taking my lips off Lukas’s cock.
I’m determined to do a good job by him since I abandoned playing with him earlier to fuck Felix.
Elliot swings a leg off of me, wedging his knee between my legs and spreading them so he can kneel between them.
He lifts my hips and Sebastian shoves a pillow under them, keeping them elevated.
I hear the tearing of the condom wrapper, and wish I could watch him roll it on.
It was incredible sexy watching Felix stroke himself when he put one on earlier.
But I also don’t want to stop what I’m doing to Lukas, because the way he’s groaning and thrusting shallowly against my mouth is easily as sexy as, if not sexier than, seeing Elliot slide a hand down the length of his cock.
I’m not so focused on the cock in my mouth that I don’t feel the soft pull of my shorts and panties being tugged to the side though, or the slight weight of Elliot’s cock as he runs the tip up and down the length of my wet folds.
Elliot teases me twice, and I pass those teases right on to Lukas, who tightens his grip on my hair as if to remind me that he likes it rougher, and this is not rougher.
Maybe he gives Elliot a look then, or maybe Elliot decides he’s ready to stop toying with me, because he notches himself at my entrance and begins to ease into me, inch by inch.
He groans, a sound of animalistic bliss that lasts until he’s all the way inside, and it sends a wave of power through me.
I’ve literally brought him to his knees just by existing.
“Fuck, you’re so wonderful,” says Elliot, running his hands up and down my sides.
I wouldn’t have thought I’d like to give over control in this way, but even though I can’t move, pinioned as I am on two cocks, I feel like I still hold all the power in this situation. And not having to think, just being able to enjoy this moment with my guys, is amazingly freeing.
Elliot’s fingers dig into my hips, and he begins to move me on and off of his cock in time with each of his thrusts, pulling me off Lukas’s cock and then pushing me back onto it.
It’s almost like Elliot is using me to fuck both himself and his best friend.
So much connection between all of us, and it has warmth for these beautiful men racing through my body.
And right on the heels of that warmth is an orgasm, coming out of nowhere.
Heat flushes through me, and tingles—so many tingles.
My arms can’t hold me up and I collapse forward.
It’s only Elliot’s hands, still gripping my hips tightly and pulling me back into him as he groans out his own climax, that keep me from gagging on Lukas’s cock as I ride the waves of pleasure Elliot is sending through me.
“You okay?” Lukas pulls me off his cock and brushes my hair back behind my ear.
My eyes are watering from the way I collapsed onto him, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and he wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. The way he’s smiling down at me is so comforting, I could nearly drown in this look. There’s pride and caring, and no judgement. It’s wonderful.
“I’m great.” And that’s completely true. I’m not panicking, or stressing about school or my future or my parents. I’m simply here, in this moment, something that doesn’t happen to me very often. I look up at him as Elliot pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty. “You didn’t come yet.”
“No.” He wraps his hands around my upper arms, helping to lift me to an all-fours position. “I was hoping I could do that inside you.”
I lean forward and capture Lukas’s lips with mine. I’m half expecting him to pull back because my lips were just wrapped around his cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I put every assurance I can into this kiss to let him know that I want this.
“Of course you can,” I tell him. “I would love that.”
Sebastian, still sitting next to us on the bed, covers my hand with his. “Would it be okay if I took Lukas’s spot? I’m dying to get your mouth on me again.”
I respond by reaching out to tug him in for a kiss as Lukas slips out from underneath me. “That works out, because I’m dying to get my mouth on you again.”