I nod frantically. I can feel a little tickle of arousal deep inside me, like a feather brushing against my inner walls. I need him to get inside me, to rub it and soothe it away. I’m desperate for it.
Cyrus starts massaging my neck. “Loosen up,” he murmurs in my ear. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just us.” His thumb rubs out a knot at my nape, and I relax as Jack eases into me slowly. I can feel my channel stretching to accommodate him. Fuck, he’s big; as he bottoms out, filling me all the way up to his hilt, I lose my voice. I feel rammed-full, stretched and aching in the best possible way.
“Good?” Cyrus asks, his grip on me tensing.
“Tight,” Jack says, his face strained. “God, you feel amazing, Beth.” He strokes my thigh. “You okay?”
“I’m great,” I practically purr, and both men laugh. Jack bends to kiss my knee, then rolls his hips slowly. His thick length moves slickly inside me, sending sparks flickering through my centre.
“Oh!” I buck, and he starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into me harder and harder.
Cyrus’s hands slide down from my shoulders to my tits. He starts palming them, rubbing them, and I can feel my core blooming and wettening around Jack in response.
At first, it feels odd having two sets of hands on me, but I soon sink into the sensation, allowing it to carry me away. Jack lifts one of my legs, squeezing my foot gently. The new angle makes my eyes fly open as he slams deep inside me.
I remember Benny had a threesome once, and he said the whole thing was sort of awkward; none of them knew where to put their arms and legs, and someone was always getting left out. Clearly, practice makes perfect, though, because these guys definitely know what they’re doing. They’re practically professionals.
My head falls back as Jack thuds deep inside me again, sending bolts of lightning flying through my core. Cyrus tightens his hands on me, holding me down. I like that a lot. The feeling of his weight against me as his best friend fucks me. It feels wrong, but in a very, very hot way. I shiver as he tips my face gently to the side and starts kissing me, hard. His hot tongue curls against mine as we move together, both getting rocked in time with Jack’s deep, plunging strokes. God, he’s such a good kisser. He bites my bottom lip softly, and I gasp against his mouth. It feels like electricity is shooting all throughout my body, oversensitising my skin. Between Cyrus’s kisses and Jack steadily pounding inside of me, I can’t keep still. Jack makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat as I pull back and cover my face, trying to catch my breath.
“Flip her?” He asks.
“Fuck yeah,” Cyrus says, and as one, they both flip me over onto my hands and knees. I don’t bother resisting. I like the way they’re taking control, manipulating my body. Jack keeps jackhammering into me from behind, his big hands spreading and squeezing my asscheeks as he fucks me doggy style. Cyrus kneels on the mattress, lining his dick up by my mouth. “Can you take it, honey?” He asks quietly, stroking strands of sweaty hair behind my ear.
In answer, I lean forward, locking my lips around his fat tip. He groans, fisting a hand in my hair as I start bobbing my head jerkily up and down his shaft. I roll my tongue over his smooth head to suck up every drop of his pre-come, and he hisses, cupping a hand around the back of my neck and pulling me closer, pushing himself further down my throat.
“God, honey. Your mouth is so hot. So fucking warm and wet.” His hips jerk as I lick into his slit, sucking hard. “Shit. Can I come in you? Mess up that pretty mouth? Fill you up inside?”
I moan, writhing as Jack digs his fingers into my hips, slamming deep inside me over and over again. Sweat drips off my skin. My body is twisting between the two men, my thighs shaking, trying to hold me up. Cyrus’s hand tightens around my throat. “Can I?” He repeats, his voice trembling.
I nod eagerly. He must have been holding back, because he immediately tenses, going off like a bomb in my mouth. His thick load spills inside my throat, and I swallow, drinking him down, draining him dry. He groans, his muscled thighs shuddering over me as his climax wracks through his strong body.
When he’s finally spent, he sags against the bed. I lean forward, pressing my hot face into his sweaty, muscled chest as I feel the pressure between my legs reaching a peak. “I can’t,” I gasp, pushing back into Jack. Heat climbs up my body, and I know I’m right on the edge of coming. “I can’t hold it back anymore.”
“Not gonna be a problem,” Jack grunts behind me.
“Come on me,” I whisper, so low I can barely hear the words myself. But somehow, both of the men hear me just fine. They both freeze. My cheeks heat.
“Yeah?” Cyrus says, wiping my lips with his thumb. “You want that, sugar?” I squeeze my eyes shut. He tuts. “Nope. Look at me. Say it.”
Jack rolls his hips behind me, mercilessly drilling into my most sensitive spot until my whole body spasms.
“Jesus. Come on me,” I gasp.
Cyrus’s thumb presses against my bottom lip, and I open my mouth, sucking it inside. His eyes darken as I scrape my teeth lightly over the pad. “God, you’re pretty,” he mutters. “You heard the lady, Jack.”
I feel a quick kiss on my hip, and then Jack’s pulling out of me, slipping his fingers inside of my aching entrance and rubbing his thumb over my swollen bud. His movements are fast and frantic, and I jerk myself back into him, trying to push him even deeper as the tingling in my belly builds and builds to an unbearable level.
“Fuck!” Jack suddenly cries out. I feel him explode, coming over my back in thick, molten-hot stripes. His come drips down my waist, slipping onto the sheets, frothy and creamy and hot.
It’s too much for me. I shout as my climax hits me like a freight train. Jack’s fingers flutter inside me, massaging me from the inside as Cyrus pinches my tits, licking and kissing the curve of my neck. I shake between them, my fingers curled tight into the bedsheets, strangled, inhuman sounds falling out of my mouth as I screw down hard over Jack. I keep rubbing myself against him, letting the waves of blistering-hot endorphins roll through my brain and send me flying.
When the pleasure finally fades, I’m still shaking hard. Both men are kissing me, stroking me. I feel Jack slowly pull his fingers out of my soaked core, and can’t help the high-pitched keen that gets drawn out of my mouth. Slowly, I roll over, feeling the warm liquid slipping off my back and pressing into my skin. I lie there, in the wet, stained sheets, panting and dripping with sweat. Cyrus collapses onto his knees next to the bed and starts pressing frantic kisses across my chest, sucking at my heaving tits until I bat him away again, gasping for breath. I feel Jack squeeze my ankle, and then something cold and wet presses against my thighs. A baby wipe, I guess. The soft strokes feel good on my overheated skin, and I shiver, closing my eyes as the boys sit me upright and slowly clean me up. When they’re done, Jack kneels down in front of me and pushes back my hair, his blue eyes sparkling. “Truth or dare?” He murmurs, pressing his lips to mine.
“Truth.”
“Did we live up to your expectations?”
“You surpassed them so much you shot into a different freaking stratosphere.”
He smiles against my mouth. Cyrus nuzzles the nape of my neck. “Your turn,” he says in my ear. I wriggle as I feel my belly tighten again. Jesus. How can I still be turned on?
“I dare you guys to clean me up properly.” I nod to the bathroom. “I want you to be very thorough.”
“Oh, I think we can do that.”
