49. Neomi
“Fuck!” I yell out.
My clit aches, and as soon as his mouth is on me, I’m gone. I’m laid out on display for this man as he devours me like I'm his last meal. His tongue circles with just the right pressure, flicks and my hips chase the sensation.
I could feel every vibration of the wood underneath me as he played. My arousal was dripping from my center, his watchful gaze doing nothing to slow the heat building low in my belly. It was filled with suspense, anticipation, vulnerability and one of the hottest experiences in my life.
Knowing that Lars was witnessing the entire exchange lit my skin on fire. I’ve never been watched before, never even had a third person in the room before and now I understand it. My husband is just feet from me, watching another man bring me pleasure, and it is otherworldly.
I turn my head to look at him and shit, the sight of him undoes me. He pulls his bottom lip under his teeth, his hard cock resting on his stomach. Part of me feels guilty that my orgasm is slowly rising with every swipe of Gabriel’s tongue as he sits untouched.
Then he smiles.
Fuck, it’s the mischievous smile of his that I’ve grown to adore over these past few weeks. With that smile, I slip my hand into Gabriel’s hair and hold him to me, rocking my pussy against his tongue. His moan vibrates through my core as Lars’ whimper wraps around my heart.
“Yes, Gabriel. Keep going. Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Come for us, Siren. Let him see you come apart on my tongue,” he says as he slips two fingers inside, hooking his fingers to hit the spot that finally sends me over the edge.
My body tenses, pleasure rippling through me and I cry out Lars’ name.
Gabriel’s tongue slows, fingers still moving, fucking me through my release.
He places one last soft kiss to the inside of my thigh then reaches out his hand to me.
I take it and he helps me sit up. He moves my arms around his neck to help me down to the floor.
I feel the muscles of his shoulders flex under my arms as I slide down his body and stand before him.
He gently lifts my chin with two fingers and then places a devastating kiss on my lips.
It’s soft, almost sweet, and I sink into it.
He places one last kiss to my lips, then laces his fingers through mine and leads me to Lars. As I stand beside him, he places the fingers he had inside me only seconds ago against Lars’ lips.
“Open.” Lars does as he’s told and Gabriel slides the two fingers onto his tongue. “Now suck.”
Lars’ lips close around his fingers and his cheeks hollow. He moans and his eyes close just at the taste of me on Gabriel’s fingers. It’s enough to make my clit pulse again, wanting more.
I want both of them.
Gabriel slides his fingers from Lars’ mouth. “Stand, Lars, and take my cock out.”
Lars rises from the chair, as he stands before him, I watch his eyes never leave Gabriels as his hands slowly unbuttoning his pants, lowering the zipper and he tugs the fabric down.
Gabriel’s cock springs free and it’s thick, uncut, and rock hard.
I shouldn’t have expected anything else, this man is gorgeous from head to toe.
My thighs clench as I stand waiting to see what happens next, my clit aching for friction.
“Such a good boy for me,” Gabriel says as he looks at me. “Neomi, be a sweetheart and get on your knees for us.”
I’ve never been what you would call submissive, but this moment isn’t like any other I’ve ever had.
So, I sink to my knees, the two men towering over me, hard and ready.
I don’t wait for any directions and take my husband’s cock in my left hand and Gabriel’s in my right.
Lars hisses through his teeth, eyes closing, head tilting back as I begin to stroke him.
Gabriel’s jaw flexes, eyes dark as I run my thumb over his slit, gathering the moisture there to coat his cock.
I start with slow strokes, base to tip. While Lars is lost in the sensation, Gabriel’s lust builds before my eyes.
His hips start moving, fucking into my hand, and I feel powerful.
Somehow, being on my knees, I’m bringing out the need in these two men and I know right now, that this won’t be a onetime experiment for Lars and I.
Lars’ cock swells in my fist, every nerve inside me is lit.
Lars speaks, “Stroke me harder, Neomi. Christ, you feel so good. You’ve got me so fucking hard I could split you open right now.”
I tighten my grip and Lars moans from deep in his chest. Gabriel smiles, threading his fingers into my hair.
“Open your mouth,” Gabriel growls. “Take me.”
My hands slow on both men and I look up at Lars. He’s panting, eyes crazed.
I’m wrecked already. Wrecked by the sight of Lars, by the obscene thought that I’m on my knees with my husband watching, stroking his cock while ready to beg for another.
I need Gabriel in my mouth.
Gabriel’s cock is in my hand, and all I can think is please let me have it. My mouth waters, my clit aches with need, every inch of me screaming to lean in and swallow him whole.
“Please,” I whisper to Lars, my voice wrecked and needy. “May I taste him?”
He cups my cheek. “Such a good wife asking permission. Suck his cock, Bella.”
I lean into his touch and move my hand over his shaft again.
Turning my head, Gabriel fists his cock.
I tilt my head up to him and he swipes the head of his cock against my lips, coating them with precum.
Darting out my tongue, eyes locked with his, I lick them clean and the taste makes my core pulse.
I open my mouth, tongue out, and he taps it once before sliding in.
I take him until he hits the back of my throat, swallowing around him, I begin to bob my head and his grip in my hair tightens, but he doesn’t force me further. He holds on as I set the pace.
“Christ,” he groans above me, voice tight. “Look at you. So perfect with your lips stretched around me.”
Lars replaces my hand with his on his cock and shifts closer.
My eyes are closed, fighting tears as I take Gabriel deeper when he pulls my hair, sliding me off with a pop.
Then I watch as Gabriel takes Lars’ cock in his hand and guides it to my mouth.
I open, wanting to feel Lars inside me, needing to feel the familiar weight of him.
I wrap my lips around the head, sucking before I take him deeper.
Gabriel’s hand follows my motions, stroking him in time with my mouth and I look up to the most beautiful sight. Lars’ breaths are strained, pupils blown so wide his eyes are almost black as he looks down.
“Feels so fucking good,” he pants. “Goddamn it, you’re both going to make me come.”
At those words, Gabriel tugs my hair, pulling me off as he releases Lars’ cock and grabs his jaw.
“Our Siren isn’t the only one with rules, Lars.” I watch his eyes focus on Lars’ lips. “You will only come in your wife’s cunt tonight.”
I sit back on my heels, my head is dizzy with arousal and need. My hips shifting, my voice desperate, I say, “Take me to bed. Please. I need you both to fuck me.”