Someone moved near her face. David’s side of the chair…had he left? She opened her eyes and saw him rubbing his own cock, waiting for her to notice. Poor guy was trying, she had to give him that. But Britt had to learn–she wouldn’t let him order her around, and she sure as hell didn’t need help in bed. She did just fine on her own, and he didn’t have a single valid complaint about her skills.
Nothing wrong with the sight of David’s fingers around his cock, or those firm, hairless balls. If she could keep a poster of this very image, she would.
But it wasn’t going to get her off.
“You’ve seen that plenty of times, haven’t you?” Britt sounded dangerous, on edge, standing behind her. “Even though it’s David, nothing?”
She wouldn’t reply. Fucker.
He bumped the back of her chair in a quick move around to David’s side. “How about this, Vic? You’ve sure as fuck never seen your husband’s hand on another man’s cock. Is that stimulating?”
She wanted to close her eyes, but Britt stood at David’s side, his right hand over David’s, soon followed by his left on David’s shoulder. Holy hell. He intended to stay there for awhile. David sucked in a breath, then moved his hand from under Britt’s, his abs quivering.
Stimulating? Yes. Especially when Britt closed his eyes. She looked back down to find David had taken Britt in hand, too.
Fuck. It had to be awkward for them, but it was hot as hell for her. Her fluids gushed anew. Part of her wanted to pretend she didn’t like it, that Britt hadn’t known what she’d wanted. But the rest of her just watched. Maybe if she sat still, if she didn’t grab, didn’t touch herself–though, dear God, she needed somebody to touch her soon–they’d continue. To keep her hands from shaking, she gripped the chair sides tight.
Both of David’s hands worked Britt’s cock, and as his breathing sped up he hunched over, leaned toward Britt. Britt gave her wink, then rolled his eyes and hunched over, too.
Still awkward? Hard to tell, without seeing their faces. The eye-level action with their hands looked pretty damn hot. And that rhythm couldn’t be the product of anything but good, raw desire.
David curled closer to Britt, breathing with his mouth open. God, all those hands and cocks, if he was feeling what she was seeing…no wonder he pressed his face against Britt. She’d like to press her face against something, too. And her crotch, against anything. She throbbed, fought off dizziness and the need to grab something. This must be how addicts felt–knowing better, barely resisting, sweating it out. How long ’til she gave in?
Britt flinched and she looked up to see David’s mouth latched onto his shoulder, much the same way he’d latched onto hers only a few days ago. David was leaving his mark on both of them.
White knuckles on the hand Britt had on David’s shoulder. And that cord in his neck stood out, the one she always saw when he tensed before coming–no, Britt wasn’t feeling awkward at all now. “Close?” he whispered.
David nodded, lifted his head away, but didn’t let go of Britt.
“What say we let Vic out of that dress?” The cord in his neck disappeared; impending orgasm postponed.
David’s glazed blue eyes met hers, then glanced down at Britt’s shoulder. He’d definitely left a mark. “Sorry.” Why’d it feel like he apologized to her? He must have no idea how much they’d turned her on, getting turned on by each other.
Britt shook his head and let go of David. “Never mind that. Actually, think there’s room for both of us under there?” He pointed to her dress.
There certainly was room for both of them. After a few crass words over her wet panty, they went to work removing it, and both kissed their way up her inner thighs. Warm lips, rough chins, caressing fingers, none of them touching her where she needed it most. She might pass out. Or die. She tried not to think of being touched there–that only added to the agony. Instead, she imagined Britt had finished David off in front of her… and what if David had finished Britt, too? Would they take it that far? Another wave of heat and wetness washed through her.
“I think she’s ready,” Britt murmured. “You?”
David grunted something affirmative, and both heads emerged. They helped her to her knees, then David kept her upright with his hands on her ribs, kissing her while Britt pushed the dress down over her hips. She pressed her legs together, helping get the dress past, but also giving her clit that much-needed contact. Where to put her hands, since she wasn’t allowed to touch either of them? She decided on her hips, but then Britt came up behind her, covered her hands with his, slid them down, over hips and inner thighs, just missing contact. Teasing. With his fingers threaded through hers, he kissed her neck, shoulder, cheek. So close to her mouth and David’s, it was all but a three-way kiss. She shuddered between them and her breath hitched. Good thing they were there to hold her up.