Chapter 18 Lucas #2
Finally, I pulled my mouth away from Benoit, and used my free hand to dig fingers into Lucas’s hair and wrench his face away from my chest.
“I want…” I panted, looking into Lucas’s warm honey eyes.
Benoit let loose a low growl on my other side. “You need but ask, Milord, and we shall provide it for you.” The vibrations in his voice seemed to thrum into my body where our skin touched, and I knew where I wanted him.
“Please, kiss me down there, Benoit. And when I am ready, I want one of you inside me…but slowly,” I said, lowering my voice, “for it will be my first time.”
At that, both men made a strained sound in their throats, and seemed to exchange a look over my body.
Then Benoit leapt into action, pulling down my pants and applying himself between my legs.
As with the first time, feeling his tongue lick and probe sent waves of pleasure along my spine and through my belly…
but this time, there was another beautiful man in my bed, kissing me and fondling my breasts.
Having two mouths on me at once, even in different locations, was almost too much.
I looked down at Benoit, to caution him to move more slowly, lest I reach pleasure already—but he surged in with his tongue, licking me even more furiously.
I began to shudder, and Lucas pinched my nipples as he claimed my lips with his own.
Once again, I thought to break away to say I felt like I was getting close, that perhaps we should take more time… but Lucas doubled his efforts.
Between the two men’s attentions, I felt my hips begin to rock, and my belly catch fire, and I climaxed, my skin aflame where they touched me.
I wailed into Lucas’s mouth, and he held me steady, his lips encasing mine and his fingers holding still on my breasts, exerting a constant amount of pressure.
Benoit, too, stilled, his mouth taut on my nub as it pulsed.
The rhythmic pulses rode my body, bringing waves of bliss.
I kept my eyes closed as they ran their course.
Once I stilled, I felt Benoit’s massive body shift between my legs, and I looked down to see him lifting his lips from my core.
He winked at me as he ran the back of his hand across his mouth, then licked the moisture from his hand.
“How was that, Milord?” he asked with a smile.
I disengaged my lips from Lucas’s, returning the smile. “So wonderful. Having the two of you…it magnified everything.”
Lucas nuzzled my cheek. “We could keep going,” he whispered.
I turned to look him in the eye, then cast my gaze back to Benoit, whom I gathered was more experienced.
He shrugged, and I admired the movement of his muscles. “Your body has a better chance than ours do of recovering and climaxing again. A climax is only one measure of pleasure, too; there are many ways to enjoy another’s company.”
I raised my eyebrows at that. “As you are right now?”
He smiled slyly. “Indeed, as Lucas and I are right now. I know I would not mind climaxing with you, but merely being close to you, touching you, and guiding you to pleasure is enjoyable enough.”
I had assumed I was already too flushed with pleasure to blush, but I felt heat rising to my cheeks nonetheless. I turned to look at Lucas, to hear his thoughts on this.
“And you?”
He smiled a sweet smile, and I reached up to cup his cheek. “No, tell me truly, my Fleet Foot.”
Still grinning, he said: “Simply being near you is bliss, but I would be ever so honored to reach new heights of pleasure with you. I hope it does not render me greedy in your regard.”
I chuckled. In the space between sentences, their hands began to rove my body again, and I could see where arousal might not have left my body for very long.
“Not greedy at all. I want to try for more pleasure, and I want one of you inside me…but, gently, please. As I know you will be.”
A look passed between the men, and then they were clambering over my body, changing places and shedding the remainder of their clothing.
Now it was Lucas hovering between my legs, and Benoit on my left side, while I lounged on my back.
I could see at once why they had made this decision: each man was touching himself, and Benoit’s length and girth outstripped those of Lucas’s member.
Lucas did not linger there, however; instead, he leaned down to take a taste of me.
I watched, fascinating, as his eyes closed in bliss and he sucked on my nub and the juices flowing there.
Benoit kissed the side of my neck, and I arched my back, releasing a guttural moan. Arousal had indeed found me again quickly. I looked down and saw him gripping his cock, his hand sliding up and down. That sight, combined with Lucas’s mouth on me, made my breath come quickly.
“May I work in a finger, Milord?” Lucas asked, his breath tickling my nub.
I murmured my assent, and then I felt a gentle probing around my opening.
Lucas’s tongue darted in and around my opening as well, and I felt him working up spit and moisture from his mouth to add to the slickness that my body had produced.
He explored my folds, and slid in a finger.
After some time, he withdrew, and then I felt more pressure, what I guessed to be two fingers.
More kisses from Benoit peppered my neck, and then his lips dragged lower, puckering at my skin, locating my breasts. I moaned and writhed more, and I began to both hear and feel the slick pumping of Lucas’s fingers inside me.
He suddenly withdrew, and before I could protest, he reared up, supporting his weight on his elbows to look at me.
“Perhaps we should change the position to give Milord more control?” he said, seeming to ask Benoit as much as me.
I nodded, and felt Benoit’s mouth withdraw from my much-stimulated breast. Then Benoit was picking me up and Lucas was scurrying underneath, and Benoit put me down such that I was straddling Lucas’s torso.
As soon as my hips came into contact with his belly, I could feel how slick I was, and that tangible evidence of desire simply made me want him more… both of them, really.
Benoit stayed on his side facing us, and they both caressed my hips with their hands as I figured out how to position myself with Lucas’s cock between my legs.
I gripped his shaft, enjoying the feeling of him quivering beneath me, and staying lifted up in a kneeling position, began to tease my opening with the tip of him.
After a few moments of that, I felt even more aroused, and still felt like there was space inside me to fill. As though the clenching climax from earlier could have been even better if there had been something inside me to cling to while pulsing. And this, presumably, was it.
I lowered myself onto him a little, and a little more, taking him in slowly, and pausing as he filled me a little more, and a little more.
I felt some pressure, and some strain. I gasped.
Immediately a strong set of hands lifted me away—without changing his position, reclining on his side, Benoit had still been able to exert enough strength to lift my entire body.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his icy blue eyes boring into mine.
“Yes, I think this part is…normal?” I replied, wriggling a bit.
The men exchanged gazes, and Benoit gently deposited me back onto Lucas. I got myself arranged atop him, and once again began to take him inside me. It was easier this time, and soon enough, I had him fully sheathed. A small ache accompanied the sensation, yet it quickly eased.
He was still below me until I leaned down and began to deeply kiss him.
With a groan, as though waking from a deep slumber, he reached up to grip my face between his hands, and began to move his hips with mine.
To the side, Benoit used one hand to stroke my breasts and the other to latch on to my hip and thigh, massaging my muscles.
It felt good being filled so. There was something deeply satisfying about it that I struggled to put into words, so I gave up on words and focused on the two men with me.
I felt a pulsing desire deep in my core, and I had a hunch at what might unlock it.
I broke off the kiss with Lucas and turned my face to Benoit’s.
He rose on an elbow to meet me there, using his tongue to explore my mouth.
I withdrew from the kiss, and told him where to touch me. And that I would like him to do the same to himself. Still moving slowly beneath me, Lucas moaned at all this, and I wondered just how much farther his desires might roam.
So I kissed Lucas again, and pushed back through my hips a little to allow Benoit’s fingers to explore my nub.
I switched my mouth to Benoit’s, and felt him panting, felt the tiny twitches in his body which—a look downward confirmed—kept pace with his hand stroking his long, thick member.
Soon, hopefully, I would also be able to take him inside me.
Their hands on my skin heated me more than any bath could; I sat up taller, breaking the kiss with Benoit. Sweat rolled down my breasts, and Lucas lunged up to lick it off, driving me into a new series of sensations.
It was almost too much. I used a hand to push Lucas down back to the bed, flat beneath me.
He whimpered. I looked down and saw his golden eyes half-lidded in pleasure and adoration, but still quite attentive.
It seemed he enjoyed being touched in more intense ways, a fact I would have to remember in the future.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I continued to do what felt good.
Having one man inside me and another man stroking me was so arousing, I could not keep the moans and cries from building within me, and soon, another shuddering climax rocked my body.
Lucas’s hips moved in time with mine, picking up the pace ever so slightly, and then he was also crying out. Benoit’s grunting climax was not far behind.
Sweaty and covered in still other bodily fluids, I gave a shaky laugh as I dismounted from Lucas and curled up in between both of my men. They showered me with kisses.
“I may need another bath,” I said, and they chuckled along with me, and for a time, I felt content and as though all wrongs had been righted.