Best Women's Erotica(15)

Once I was settled, Mike asked quite plainly, “Where is your vibrator?” His mouth curled slightly in a teasing smirk, and he blinked in a leisurely way, confident of his presumption.

I crinkled my brow, hating to be read so perfectly but thinking his cockiness was sexy as hell. Indeed, his instincts were correct—I am seldom without my favorite toy for any extended time. “It’s in the night table,” I confessed, and he retrieved it with a bit of a swagger. As he slid the humming staff under the folded towel, I considered how erotic it was to be so modestly concealed while he shamelessly fondled me with it.

Though I made no secret of my eagerness to experience the tricks he had planned, he only gently tapped my vibrator on the surface playfully, making me squirm and whimper for more. I cooed at its touch and fought the urge to open my legs for him, challenging myself to maintain the same amount of composure that he exhibited with his calculated maneuvers. My eyes, which had been closed, refocused to find him staring at me, intently studying my expressions and recognizing every occasion when he discovered a sweet spot. Finally, when I could wait no more, he moved it inside, while his index finger began to rub my clit. Both hands performed their tasks with remarkable skill. His eyes were locked with mine as he smiled back at my beaming grin. I gripped the sheet on the table, lying there, enjoying every stroke. He had a gentle and subdued technique, with a slow and desirous rhythm that left me consumed with lust. I cried out for more and he upped the pace and vibration, his finger continuing to sweep against my swollen bud. Nearing the point of no return, I felt that familiar tingling pressure build, and I was sure that I would erupt any minute.

My teeth clenched behind pursed lips, and Mike, who was completely in tune to the flood that was nearing, whispered, “That’s it, come all over my hand,” while squeezing his fingers into my thigh. I pulled the towel away to give him a better look, allowing him to delight in his accomplishment. He took full advantage of the view, and his mouth fell open, tasting the air between us.

Sean, who had maintained his position at my side, was enjoying the spectacle just as much. He crouched next to me, skimming the surface of my torso with the palm of his hand. “You are so incredibly sexy,” he said and placed his fingers into my parted lips, reminding me of where they had been. Then he added with a nibble on my ear, “I don’t even care about the stupid competition. I just want more of you.”

I answered both of them with a throat-rasping, “Yessss,” and I turned to kiss Sean, shuddering, still in orgasm. It was the sweetest release I’d had in long time, so selfishly received for my enjoyment alone. Sean lifted me off the table and carried me to the bed. I waved for Mike to join us and grabbed him by the collar. “I think we would all like some more,” I breathed, and he nodded in agreement, taking his first taste of me from my collarbone. Sean promptly followed, licking my breast and suckling softly on my nipple. I arched my back and stretched myself long against the plush down comforter beneath me, reveling in their wet mouths as they trailed over my skin.

Sean slurped on my hip bone and Mike grazed his teeth against my jaw, teasing me and driving me wild. Next he solicited my tongue to dance lightly with his, and Sean slipped his lips onto my sopping vagina. The room was spinning, as I lost myself in the heart-pounding whirlwind of pure ecstasy. Sean kissed at my pussy carefully at first, tasting me, savoring me. And when he plunged his undulating tongue into my silky cavern, I moaned into Mike’s open mouth. Our delicate kiss ignited, while Sean bathed my clit with saliva and sipped on my juices until the rush of satisfaction began to fill me once again. I tore my lips away from Mike only to cry out, “Don’t stop!” But Sean did stop nonetheless, rising to his feet and speaking with glistened lips.

“More?” he asked, with the marked weight of one simple word.

“Yes,” I uttered, breathless with want. He was unzipping his pants immediately and releasing his ready cock. I threw my legs apart. “More,” I confirmed again, propping up on my elbows to watch as he placed his throbbing head at my entry. While he pushed into me, Mike lavished my tongue once again with his own. He filled his hands with my breasts, and Sean’s fingers wrapped around my hips, steadying them as I bucked violently against him. It was only moments before I careened into another orgasm, this one rigorous and unabashed. I screamed, loud enough to startle myself, surprised that I could come that hard. He withdrew, stroking himself to his own final release and falling over with a hard sigh next to me.

It would be an hour before we would pick up round two and I would have the pleasure of seeing Mike’s beautifully formed and remarkable-sized cock. Revitalized and ready to know what further pleasures awaited me, I pulled it from his white cotton pants and watched it spring forward, ready to show and prove its promise. Sean sat up in the bed, roused by our shifting, and leaned against the headboard. I placed myself between his legs, resting my back against his hairless chest.