18 | Nail Polish #2
Wesley made a soft sound of agreement against my mouth and deepened the kiss.
His tongue stroked mine, unhurried. Leo’s fingers drifted around to my stomach, then higher, brushing the underside of my breast through my bra.
The dual attention made my pulse jump. I was still half-thinking about the ruined carpet upstairs and the fact that Kadir would be back soon, but the thought kept slipping every time Wesley’s mouth moved or Leo’s hand flexed.
When I finally broke the kiss for air, I turned without thinking and reached for Leo.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down.
The kiss I gave him was harder, hungrier.
Leo answered immediately, one hand sliding into my hair to tip my head the way he wanted.
Wesley stayed pressed against my side, mouth finding the hinge of my jaw, then the side of my neck.
His free hand slipped under the hem of my shirt and splayed across my ribs.
“She’s already restless,” Wesley said quietly against my skin. “Feel how fast her heart is.”
Leo smiled into the kiss and bit my lower lip just enough to sting. “I noticed.”
His hand left my hair, caught my wrist, and guided it down between our bodies until my palm pressed over the hard ridge of Wesley’s cock through his sweatpants. Leo held my hand there, letting me feel the full shape of him.
“You wanna have some fun, Dasha?” he asked, voice casual.
I looked up at him. My fingers flexed automatically around Wesley. “Is this what you consider fun?”
Leo and Wesley exchanged a quick glance over my head. Some wordless agreement passed between them, the easy shorthand of men who had shared rooms and stages and now, apparently, me. Wesley’s answer was to kiss me again, deeper this time, while his hands settled firmly at my waist.
Then he lifted me.
The counter was cool under my thighs when he set me down.
Leo stepped in immediately, claiming my mouth again while Wesley worked my leggings and underwear down my legs in one efficient motion.
The fabric landed somewhere near the dryer.
Cool air touched my bare skin for only a second before Leo’s body blocked it, his hands already sliding up my sides, pushing my shirt higher.
Wesley moved between my knees. I felt him start to reach for me and I caught his wrist.
He looked up, surprised.
I glanced at the still-tacky black polish on his nails, then down at the thick outline straining the front of his sweatpants. My meaning was clear enough.
Wesley’s eyes darkened. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Leo made a rough sound against my neck like the exchange had hit him physically.
His mouth turned hungrier with open, wet kisses along the side of my throat, teeth scraping lightly.
He helped my shirt the rest of the way off and unhooked my bra with one hand, tossing both aside.
The second my breasts were bare he cupped them, thumbs dragging over my nipples while he watched Wesley shove his sweatpants and underwear down just far enough.
Wesley’s cock sprang free, heavy and flushed. I couldn’t look away. He stepped closer, the blunt head dragging through the wetness between my legs in a slow, deliberate stroke that made my breath catch. He did it again, coating himself, rubbing over my clit on every upward pass.
Leo’s voice was right against my ear, low and filthy. “You think you can handle all that?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
Wesley notched himself at my entrance and started to push in. The stretch was slow and intense. He kept one hand on my hip and the other under my chin, tipping my face up whenever I tried to glance down.
“Eyes on me,” he said softly. “Let me see that pretty face.”
I forced my gaze back to his. The head of him slipped inside. My mouth opened on a quiet sound. He gave me another inch, then another, talking me through it in that same gentle, focused voice.
“Almost there… just a little more.”
He thrust the rest of the way in with one controlled roll of his hips. I shuddered hard around him, the sudden fullness bordering on too much after the long buildup. Wesley held still, buried to the hilt, and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“See?” he murmured. “That wasn’t so bad.”
Leo laughed under his breath, the sound dark with approval. “She’s gripping you like she never wants you to leave.”
Wesley started to move in deep, steady strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside me.
The counter edge bit lightly into the backs of my thighs.
Leo stayed close on my right side, close enough that every time I shifted, my knee brushed the hard line of his cock still trapped in his pants.
He didn’t seem to mind. If anything he pressed nearer, one hand rolling my nipple while the other slid down my stomach.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered against my mouth. “Rub that pretty clit while he fucks you.”
I obeyed. My fingers slipped between us, finding the swollen bud and stroking in time with Wesley’s thrusts. The dual sensation pulled a broken moan out of me. Wesley’s rhythm faltered for a second like the sound had hit him hard.
“Fuck—you feel so good,” he groaned.
Leo kept talking, voice low enough that it felt private even though Wesley could hear every word. “Look at how she’s taking you. Every time you bottom out she clenches.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then lower, teeth grazing my jaw. “Our girl likes being shared, doesn’t she?”
The possessive language sent a fresh pulse of heat through me. Wesley’s hands tightened on my hips. He fucked me a little harder, still controlled but deeper, the wet sound of it filling the small room.
“She’s ours right now,” Wesley answered, almost wonderingly. “Look at her face—she’s close already.”
I was. The combination of his cock stroking inside me, my own fingers on my clit, and both of them talking about me like I belonged to them had the pleasure coiling tight and fast. Leo’s mouth found my ear again.
“When he makes you come,” he said, quiet and firm, “you say his name. Let him hear it.”
Wesley’s next thrust hit something that made my vision blur. I rubbed myself faster, chasing it. The orgasm broke hard in sharp, shaking waves that pulled a cry out of me.
“Wesley—”
Both men reacted like the sound had been a physical touch. Wesley groaned deep in his chest and fucked me through it, holding my hips still so I could take every stroke. Leo’s hand flexed on my breast, a rough sound escaping him as he watched me come apart.
“Fuck,” Leo murmured. “That was so hot.”
The aftershocks were still rolling through me when Wesley’s rhythm turned more urgent.
His breathing went ragged. Leo reached up with both hands, one on the back of Wesley’s neck and one in my hair, and pushed our mouths together in a deep, messy kiss right as Wesley buried himself to the hilt and came.
I felt every pulse of it while Leo held our lips together. Wesley’s hands shook on my hips. A long, moaning sound left him against my lips.
We stayed like that for several seconds, breathing hard, the laundry room silent except for the soft drip of the faucet and our uneven breaths.
When Leo finally eased back, I looked down between us.
A dark, wet patch had spread across the front of Leo’s pants. He followed my gaze and gave a short, breathless laugh.
“Yeah,” he said. “Your knee did some good work.”
An exhausted laugh escaped me. Wesley dropped his forehead to my shoulder, still half-hard inside me, and laughed too.
Leo leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth more gently this time. His hand stroked down my side, soothing now instead of his usual teasing. Wesley’s arms wrapped around my waist, holding me steady on the counter while the three of us came down together in the tiny, detergent-scented room.
Kadir would be back soon with the acetone and carpet cleaner. The stain upstairs still needed dealing with. None of that felt urgent yet.
For the moment it was only the three of us, sticky and breathless and tangled together, the black polish on their nails catching the overhead light every time they moved.