Michael grasped her jaw and guided his cock past her lips and into her mouth once more. Then, as soon as he was positioned, he moved his hands down her chest to cup her breasts.
He pinched her nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger. Her body tightened and she went liquid around Dillon’s cock.
With a moan, he slid deeper until she was snug all around him and his balls rested against her mound.
“Damn,” Dillon muttered. “Whatever the hell you just did, keep doing it because she just went all silky on me, and she’s wrapped around me to the nuts.”
Michael continued to thumb and carefully tweak her nipples as he thrust deeper and harder into her mouth. She was so on edge that the room was a haze around her. She was riding a cloud of intense sexual heat, and each stroke brought her higher and closer to a razor’s edge.
Neither man was small. She was completely and utterly filled. Overwhelmed by their power and trapped by their hands. Impaled on their cocks as they rocked her between them.
They knew how to touch her. Knew her sweet spots and they teased her mercilessly, determined to bring her the ultimate pleasure.
She rolled her tongue around the head of Michael’s cock as he withdrew. He made a strangled noise, paused, but then powered forward over her tongue. She swallowed as he’d taught her, drawing him deeper and working the back of her throat around his head.
“Jesus. I can’t last, baby. God, you’re so sweet. So good. I’ve never felt anything so good.”
He withdrew and held his straining erection to her lips. “I’m going to ride you hard, Lily. And I want you to swallow every drop. I won’t hold you, though. The choice is yours. If you get overwhelmed, or you aren’t comfortable, you can pull away at any time.”
She stared up at him and then slowly licked over her lips, her stare as sultry as she could muster. He pumped his erection once with his hand and then guided it back into her mouth. He gave her a moment, as if to make sure she was on board, and then he began pumping into her mouth with rapid, hard strokes.
Dillon thrust deep into her body and then held tight to her hips, holding himself against her while Michael worked her front. Dillon continued to hold still, absorbing Lily’s backward motion against the force of Michael’s thrusts.
She needed to come. Was desperate for release. But she knew that as long as Dillon remained still, she’d hover there on the edge.
Michael felt enormous. He was so rigid that it was like an iron bar crowding her throat. His hands found her breasts again, cupping and molding them as his hips worked spasmodically.
The first hot stream of semen splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed as he thrust again and it spread over her tongue and filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. She held it, allowing it to coat his cock and lubricate his thrusts.
He slowed and his movements eased until his thrusts were slow and measured. She swallowed the remainder of his release and sucked gently as she licked the remnants from his softening erection.
When he finally pulled away, Dillon eased back, rippling through her swollen pussy. He powered forward, gliding like a warm knife through butter.
Michael continued to caress her breasts, and he captured her nipples between his fingers, twisting and pinching lightly as her orgasm mounted with rapid, aggressive intensity.
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping,” Dillon growled. “Come for me, Lily. Bathe me with your heat. I want to feel you come apart around my dick.”
The explicit words sent her straight over the edge. Her entire body tightened. Michael pinched hard at her nipples, and with a harsh cry, she threw back her head and pushed frantically back against Dillon as wave upon wave of intense, agonizing pleasure rippled through her body like a tidal wave.
Just as soon as her orgasm ripped into her, Dillon began thrusting hard and deep, his fingers digging into her hips. He was so big, and she was so tight. She felt every part of him, every ripple, every thrust until she was to the point of over-stimulation.
As her orgasm subsided, she whimpered at Dillon’s thrusts over her hypersensitive flesh.
“Shhh, baby,” he soothed, but he let up and thrust more gently even in the throes of his own orgasm.
He leaned into her and worked slowly in and out, taking care not to hurt her. He shuddered one last time and held himself inside her as his hands wandered over her body, touching, petting and caressing.
And then he eased away, and she all but collapsed over the couch, her body heaving with exertion.
Michael smoothed the hair away from her face and bent to kiss her cheek, smooching gently up to her ear. Then he gathered her in his arms and picked her up, swinging around to walk toward the bathroom.
“Why don’t you take a soaking bath or a hot shower while we cook dinner,” he said as he kissed her forehead.
She snuggled into his arms for a moment before allowing herself to slide down until her feet hit the floor.
“I’ll just take a quick shower,” she said in a slurry voice. “If I get into the tub, I’ll be asleep in two minutes.”
Michael smiled. “Okay, then. Take your time. We’ll be in the kitchen.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lily lingered in the shower and turned the water cool so that it would rid her of the lingering heat still simmering through her veins. She was deliciously sore, and she could still feel the imprint of their hands on her body.
Her pussy throbbed and pulsed, and her clit was so hypersensitive that even brushing a washcloth over it sent shards of aftershocks through her groin.
She leaned against the wall and let the water rain down over her head and back as she took deep, steadying breaths to ease some of the tension coiled in her muscles.
When the water grew too cool for her to bear, she stepped shivering from the shower and quickly wrapped herself in a towel to warm up.
She towel dried her hair and ran a comb through the curls until they held some semblance of order. Then she quickly dressed, eager to return to Michael and Dillon.
As she walked into the kitchen, she inhaled the aroma of cooking food and her mouth watered.
“It smells great. What are we having?” she asked as she slid onto a barstool beside Michael.
“Spaghetti,” Dillon said. “Not too fancy, but I was later getting home than I wanted. This is something that’s quick to whip up.”
“Mmm, it smells yum and I’m starving,” she admitted. “Michael promised me food. He said nothing about me having to service him.”
She worked to keep the betraying grin from her face as Michael turned his heated gaze on her.
“Servicing me. I like the sound of that. Maybe I should make a rule that you have to service me at varying intervals of the day.”