On the sofa, Finn was just settling an open-mouthed kiss onto Meinrad’s responsive lips. The sight was enough to make Jill’s knees weak. Finn pulled away to tug the T-shirt off over the big man’s massive shoulders, and his chest heaved into view. His heavily muscled pecs were topped with tight pink nipples, nipples that Finn ran his tongue around before he nipped and kissed his way down to Meinrad’s navel, which peeked above the low ride of his jeans.
The view made every part of Jill’s body buzz with excitement. She suspected that Eleanor had revved up the tension in some crazy demonic way. She had never felt so turned on. As Finn opened Meinrad’s jeans and the man lifted his bum to allow them and his black boxers to be slid down over his thighs, Jill wriggled fingers up under her skirt.
‘Don’t do that,’ Eleanor whispered. ‘Keep your hands away from yourself and just hold the feeling. You’ll be amazed at how good it’ll be if you wait. Just watch. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To watch, and let Meinrad and Finn do the work.’
Jill tried to relax and breathe quietly, but Meinrad and Finn certainly weren’t breathing quietly. They weren’t being quiet at all. Finn ran a fisted hand up and down the length of Meinrad’s expanding erection, and Meinrad cupped his balls and squirmed on the sofa. ‘God, I’m full,’ Meinrad said with a hard grunt and a thrust upward into Finn’s fist. ‘I’ve been hard ever since last night. You owe me, Finn. You owe me big time for not letting me shag Jill after all my efforts.’
‘I’m paying you back now, mate,’ Finn said, rising to kiss Meinrad’s mouth like he’d eat his face off. From where she was Jill could see Finn’s white-knuckle grip around the girth of the monster cock, and Jesus, it looked like a missile ready to go off at any minute. A quiver ran through Jill’s sex and suddenly she felt as though Eleanor’s face was pressed to her pout, close to her arousal, as though she were a lab experiment, and Eleanor the professor in charge. In her mind’s eye she could almost picture the demon opening her with feminine fingers, examining her, testing her wetness, tasting her, smelling her. ‘Don’t come,’ Eleanor whispered against the swell of her clit. ‘Wait. Hold it. Delight in it.’
The pressure of Jill’s thighs against each other made her feel heavier, tighter. She opened her legs for relief and took shallow breaths, struggling to hold back. On the sofa, the two men were now vying for position. Finn had lost his T-shirt and Meinrad was shoving at his jeans. There was the sound of shoes dropping onto the wood floor and another scramble of hard male bodies, cocks and clenching bottoms beautifully displayed against the backdrop of her turquoise sofa. It felt like Eleanor was stretching her now, rubbing and scissoring up inside her, and the feeling would have been painful if she hadn’t already been so deliciously open, so incredibly responsive to the sight of Meinrad’s enormous erection.
There was another mad shuffle on the sofa. Finn stood briefly and rearranged himself so that he straddled Meinrad with his bottom over the man’s face. Then he shifted his hips and manoeuvred until Meinrad was able to take his erection into his mouth. Deep into his mouth. Finn made no tempt to hide the grunt of pleasure, nor did he hold back the curse that slipped between his parted lips as Meinrad reached to caress his balls. The exquisite sound of aroused male flesh made Jill slick and needy, which delighted Eleanor until it felt like she vibrated with excitement just below Jill’s skin.
Once Finn had settled into position with his penis deep in Meinrad’s throat, he lowered himself down over the man’s belly and wriggled and shifted until he was able to take the jut of Meinrad’s erection into his mouth, and Jill was stunned at just how much of it he was able to take. She could see the muscles of Meinrad’s belly tense and bulge and tense again as Finn slid the O of his open lips down the shaft and back up again, his cheeks pulling tight in his efforts.
Almost without realising it, Jill unbuttoned her blouse and stood with her legs open, slit clenching like it had a mind of its own. She caressed her breasts, shifting from foot to foot, struggling to keep her hands away from her crotch as she watched the fascinating scene unfolding on the sofa.
Once again the two rearranged themselves, and Meinrad bent over the couch with his legs apart, his backside griping and relaxing, gripping and relaxing. With his penis leading the way, Finn moved behind him, kissing and nipping down the big man’s spine and onto his butt cheeks, which he kneaded and licked and separated in strong hands. His tongue and lips trailed their way to the deep crevice in between to place a kiss and a stroke upon Meinrad’s dark hole before Finn began to press and circle, press and circle with his tongue.