His lips blazed a fiery path between my breasts before closing over my right nipple, treating it to the same sweet torture as he did the other. I moaned again, louder than before, as pleasure burst through me when his hands came up and massaged the tender globes roughly at the same time that Brandon tangled his hand in my hair and pulled my head back, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck.
Sensation flooded me and I closed my eyes, letting myself fall under the wicked spell they were weaving around me with every touch…kiss…breath…against my body. They knew how to play me; they were rough but not too rough, walking that fine line between pleasure-pain and outright pain with perfection. They pushed me when they knew I could take it and brought me down when they knew I was flying too high. I loved it…I loved them.
A sudden cool breeze down my body snapped me back from the haze settling over me and I opened my eyes to see that they had both stepped away from me. They moved in tandem, like a well-oiled machine, moving me to the bed and making short work of positioning me. I ended up on my hands and knees, Brandon reclining against the headboard, his thighs bracketing my hands. The hot, hard length of him bobbed softly against my lips, begging me to taste him while Jackson slid his head between my thighs, his breath searing the tender, dripping wet folds of pink flesh hovering inches from his mouth.
I licked my lips in anticipation, gazing up at Brandon with a heavy-lidded glance before I flicked my tongue quickly over the bead of moisture gathering at the tip of him. He gasped and then moaned as I took him deep in my mouth, holding him there for a second before moving back up the length of him, sucking and scraping my teeth lightly.
Before I could take him in my mouth again, I let out a long, breathy moan as Jackson seized my hips and brought my sex down on his mouth, his tongue spearing into me without prelude, thrusting in and out before tracing a wet line of heat to my clit. He circled the engorged nub, teasing but not touching, making me wild.
I braced myself with one hand on the bed and wrapped the other around Brandon’s girth, squeezing lightly, and then leaned down to take him in my mouth again, even as I shifted, grinding my hips down on Jackson’s mouth. He gave up teasing and plunged his tongue deep inside me once more. He fucked me with his mouth, making me whimper around the thickness sliding between my lips.
I worked Brandon over frantically, losing control quickly as my hips bucked against Jackson’s mouth. I felt him begin to swell and I whimpered again, wanting the taste of him on my tongue; but he had other ideas. I growled as he sat forward and pushed me away, his other hand automatically moving to stave off his release. My growl turned into a sound of disbelief as Jackson deftly maneuvered himself out from between my thighs.
He knelt on the bed and reached for me, spinning me until I was facing him, still kneeling on the bed. He wrapped his fingers in the silky strands of my hair and guided my head down, pressing his rock hard length against my lips, seeking entrance into the hot cavern of my mouth. My jaw yielded and opened wide, allowing him to slide the silky length of himself fully inside, the head of him nudging the back of my throat. I fought my automatic reaction and swallowed, loving the low, raw sound he made.
He held me there for a second, his hand tightening in my hair reflexively before he gently tugged, pulling me back. He sprang free of my lips and I captured him again, sucking lightly on the head of him while my tongue massaged the underside.
I felt Brandon’s hand begin to massage the globes of my ass and I jerked away from Jackson on a cry when his hand rose and fell, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to the tender flesh. Jackson leaned forward and captured my lips in a bruising kiss as Brandon meted out carefully placed smacks, setting every inch of my ass on fire in a beautiful, mind-blowing way.
I hummed out a sigh as I sucked on Jackson’s tongue, kissing him back with everything I had, biting his full lower lip until he gasped, growled, and returned the favor. Behind me, Brandon massaged my reddened skin, soothing away the sting.
“Oh, GOD!” I screamed suddenly as fingers plunged into my soaked folds from behind, sliding deep and sending me flying into an orgasm that I hadn’t even realized was so close. My body clenched around Brandon’s fingers as I rode them, shuddering and screaming into Jackson’s chest until I was spent, but they weren’t done with me.
Brandon slowly slid his fingers out of me, gathering my wetness and spreading it up and over my puckered, secret entrance. “I’m going to fuck you here now, baby. You want it?” he asked me darkly.
“Yes,” I gasped out, pressing back against his seeking finger, breathing through the small pinch as he breached me and began preparing me to take him. Once he decided I was ready, he pulled me back against his chest, spreading my legs over his thighs and pressing slowly into me from behind.
“Breathe, baby…yes, that’s it. That’s my girl…fuck yeah!” he growled as he pumped in and out sharply, seating himself even deeper with every thrust until he was buried to the hilt.
I shifted and moaned at the fullness of him, arching my hips and allowing him to slide just that much deeper as he reclined back against the headboard again, leaving me laid out on top of him, his chest pressed to my back. He moved his legs, sliding them apart with mine hooked over them, leaving my thighs spread wide open. My breath began coming faster in anticipation as Jackson moved into place, kneeling on the bed between my thighs. Reclined back against Brandon’s chest like this was hedonistic; I could see the silky smooth expanse of my naked, sweat sheened body…my breasts, hard-tipped and heavy, swaying with every panting breath...the flat expanse of my tummy,..the curve of my hips…the glistening pink folds nestled between my thighs…and the shadow of Brandon underneath me, buried so deep inside that forbidden place.
And I could see Jackson. I could see the swollen, heated length of him standing at perfect attention, the tip gleaming with drops of restrained passion. I could see him wrap his hand around that gorgeous hardness, his other hand sliding down to cup the heavy sac hanging just below.
Brandon grunted underneath me as my body clenched on his unwittingly, his hands coming up to palm my breasts as he gasped out, “Holy fuck…Jackson, quit playing around and let’s fuck our girl. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out with her squeezing me like this.”
Jackson chuckled and grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming. His hand moved again and my eyes followed, captivated as he stroked himself again. He slid his thumb over the moisture pooling in the slit at the tip of him, collecting it. I hissed out a wild ‘yessss’ as he brought his hand up toward my mouth, capturing his hand in mine and sucking his thumb into my mouth, groaning as the salty-sweet taste of him hit my tongue.
“Like that, huh?” he murmured, pulling his hand free of my grip and using it to stroke himself again. He shifted closer and slid the head of himself through my wetness, rubbing it over my clit before slapping it against that hardened nub, sending white-hot pleasure shooting through my body.
I shivered and clenched again, causing Brandon to swear underneath me again, and Jackson finally relented, working himself inside me until both of them were there, stretching me so fully, filling me so deeply that I didn’t know where I ended and they began. Finally they began to move in a carnal dance, gliding smoothly in and out of me in counterpoint, driving me wild. With pleasure washing over every inch of my body I arched, my arms moving up and over my head to grab blindly at the headboard, needing something to ground me just a little.