“Ty krasavitsa.”
You’re beautiful.
Lizzie smiled. “I have quite the view too,” she said, feeling cheeky. She tingled everywhere.
He took over working Paul’s erection and nodded for her to lie back. “Give us a show, little one.”
Her smile deepened. Back slightly arched, she reclined on the couch and spread her knees wide. She teased herself just as she’d teased the men, using quick flicks and long, tense plunges into her pussy. All the while she feasted on the sight of Dima and Paul—their kisses, their straining bodies.
Paul pulled back and took a breath. For a split second she was afraid he’d call it off. Dima must’ve thought the same thing because his hands tightened on Paul’s shoulder and cock.
He only grinned. Against Dima’s throat he rasped, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good to hear.”
“Would you…?” What was nearly a blush sat across Paul’s cheekbones.
Lizzie stilled her anxious pulse. She held her breath, while Dima bit his lower lip in anticipation. He wasn’t usually so transparent.
Paul stalked nearer, closing the gap between those beautiful male bodies. They embraced, strong arms crisscrossing strong backs. Dima thrust his hips tightly, buttocks clenching, with his cock snugged up against Paul’s. Mouths battled in a fierce kiss.
Head thrown back, eyes half closed, Lizzie reached a plateau that was nearly as strong as an ordinary orgasm.
“Would I what?” Dima asked in a raw whisper. “What were you going to ask?”
“Never mind. I’m following.”
Dima tweaked his nipple and dragged unforgiving fingers down the ladder of his ribs. “Tell me.”
“Would you suck me?”
Lizzie shuddered, her whole body tightening. Dima closed his eyes briefly, shoulders bowed, as if he too had been laid low by that blunt, breathless request.
His surprise didn’t last long. He dropped to his knees and splayed his hands over Paul’s ass. No gentle seduction, he sucked hard and fast with no preparation.
Paul would’ve staggered if not for Dima’s strong grip. He hissed sharply. “Fuck.” Hands shoved in Dima’s hair, he stared down at where another man’s mouth completely enveloped his erection. Lizzie could only watch, lips parted, as she worked her pussy.
After tonguing the underside of Paul’s shaft, Dima swirled over the head. With his fingertips, he edged deeper around the muscles of Paul’s ass cheeks. Kneading. Pulling. Paul laced his hands at Dima’s nape and held him there, thrusting softly, his hips gyrating in a grinding pulse. Tension popped the tendons along his forearms and bunched his triceps into hard ropes. His abdomen rippled with muscle.
Dima crossed his forearms around Paul’s thighs and ass, pulling the man’s groin even closer. Paul spread his legs to allow him freer play and moaned when Dima deep-throated him. All the way down. Head buried. Paul grunted, and Dima answered with the same.
Lizzie couldn’t hold back anymore. Those paired noises made her think that Paul was going to come in her partner’s mouth. The thought alone sent her over the edge. She shoved two fingers in her cunt and fucked herself, back bowing, breasts thrust up as she burst apart.
When her gray haze faded, she opened her eyes to find the men smiling at her. Paul’s was open and happy—apparently simply glad she’d enjoyed herself. Dima’s, however, revealed hard power. He crawled forward, knocking her hand out of the way.
“Starting without us?”
“Couldn’t help it.”
“Girls can be very sensitive after they come.”
She licked her lips, still buzzing, and nodded. “Yes.”
“Stay still,” was all he said before dipping down. He licked her from back to front, lapping up her juices with a taut tongue. Lizzie squirmed when he reached her clit, but he grabbed her hips to keep her from drawing away. Swiping at it, pressing, he heightened her sensation to almost painful levels.
“Dima.” She pushed his shoulders.
When he drew up his head, his lips slick and shiny, he still wore that hard-edged smile. “Paul. Your turn.”
He held one of her thighs while Paul knelt and pinned the other. They took turns, petting each other’s backs as they slurped and sucked at her pussy. Lizzie writhed on the couch. Together they pushed her past her post-orgasm trance and back to the verge of coming.
She panted but didn’t fight them anymore. The torture was too beautiful to deny, too intense, as she burned from the inside out.
Just when she thought Dima would send her over the edge, he drew back and chuckled softly. “So hungry for more, little one.”
“You know it.”