Chapter Twenty One
Scherri
Stick pulls me in close to him so I rotate and my bare tits crush against the ridges of his torso. The agony of the pressure in my breasts points straight to my clit. And the throb there between my thighs builds to a pounding pitch, every pore swelling and pressing at my edges, wanting this so badly. I'm hungry for this one chance at an incredible experience before I dedicate myself to Stick forever and a day.
I shouldn't want this. It's bad enough, so wrong, to be screwing Stick in secret. What would my mother have to say if she knew I was letting two men use me at the same time? I'd be an even bigger little slut in her eyes. I wouldn't be able to take the disdain she'd hurl my way with every glance.
“You want this, baby?” Stick tips his head down so his hot breath falls on my lips. I want him pressed there. His hard mouth claiming me, reassuring me.
“I want what you want,” I whisper.
Every part of me clenching to do this. To have two men inside me at the same time. To have four hands touching me, stroking me, tugging the energized needy parts of my body that never seem to calm for very long. I love Stick and still I find it desperately exciting to think of another man inside me while he watches. Another man pummeling my pussy while Stick licks my clit and pinches it between his lips.
Yeah, I want this.
“And I want to give you everything you want,” he husks.
So I get the definite idea that he wants this as much as I do. His dick is rock-face hard and shoving aggressively against my waist. The idea of being on my knees with his length in the back of my throat while Jacket is behind me, buried inside my pussy all the way to the hilt sends electric shards of heat through every part of me. Maybe it gives him a similar sensation.
“Every experience, every pleasure, I want us to share everything,” he gruffs out.
His arm around me, caging me to his chest stretches out for a moment. I sense Jacket take a step toward us. Then he's close at my back. So close I can feel the burning heat coming off his skin.
“We belong to each other so nothing is out of bounds now,” Stick whispers against my face. “We know we always have us to lean on. We can share everything.”
His fingers lift from my back and curl around Jacket, tugging him further forward until he's gently pressed into me. His solid chest, more lithe than Stick's rock solid one. It molds into the curves at my back. I'm compressed between the two sexiest men alive, out here in the wilderness, the secret spot Stick and I have shared for years. I shiver with anticipation as a second massive bulge grows against my ass cheek.
“She's so sexy,” Jacket says to Stick, against my ear.
His head tips down lower to trail kisses along the side of my neck, making me shudder right down to my toenails. Oh god is this really going to happen? I can't believe my filthy fantasy is shifting into reality. I can't believe Stick, the man I adore with every fiber of my soul is giving me this pleasure. Giving us this pleasure. Because his cock is searing hard, like a blacksmith's anvil. My eyes stretch up to meet his and find them hooded with lust.
The hand wrapped around me tugs at his tee-shirt, the one I'm wearing, bunching the fabric up my body until my tits pop free. Jacket's heart pounds against the back of my ribs, his hot breath on my neck. His hand clasps my hip. Low enough that his fingertips are mere inches from my clit, the point prodding furiously at my soaked bikini bottoms.
Stick's hand cups one full breast, squeezing hard as his finger and thumb roll the protruding point until I gasp. Then Jacket's free hand slides up over my tummy to mound the other side. I'm naked except for a tiny triangle bikini that barely covers my ass cheeks, squished between two impossibly ripped bare male chests compressing me. A pair of hard hot bulges at either side of my body, clamoring to be allowed inside.
Two hands, different men, equals unbelievably sexy. My pussy clenches and juices pour out of me for what's coming.
I gulp down hard and slide my fingers into the waistband of Stick's jeans. I find his massive rod, burning hot and ready for me. I stroke his length until he groans then tug at the button to free his amazing bulk. He reaches around to cup my ass cheek at the same time Jacket's fingers shift those few inches to slip beneath my bikini. A sharp gasp escapes me and I shudder as his fingers find my agonized swollen point.
“She's dripping wet for us, Big Stick,” Jacket grits out.
“That right? You wet for us both, baby?”
“Ahr,” I mewl, barely holding it together, unable to speak a coherent word, almost forgetting to breathe.
Stick's finger's probe beneath the other side of my panties and collide with Jacket's, pinching my clit. He heads straight for my sodden pussy mouth and shoves a finger inside my hole. Two hands rub and tweak every nerve in my spread until I whimper.
“So wet. So hot. So tight.” Someone groans.
Stick's dick swells even harder in my hands. Recalling the brief glimpse of Jacket's beautiful dick, which is now much stiffer than when he entered the water, I wantonly crave two naked cocks filling my hands. One in each fist. I reach behind as Jacket circles my clit and Stick thrusts into my pussy and I manage to unleash his zipper before the two different hands in my pussy completely unravel me.
The orgasm crashes through me before I restrain it from unspooling. Huge convulsions shake through me as the guys continue to intermittently stroke and twist, getting me off over and over.
“Ohmigod,” I moan out, once my lips will function again. “I can't believe I came already.”
“That's only the beginning.” Jacket grunts.
“Yeah, first of many,” Stick huffs, his breath quickening as he removes his fingers from my pussy and slides them into my mouth.
I taste my sticky lust on him, then he licks each finger, seductively lapping all of me off. He drops to his knees and yanks the dripping bikini down my legs. Jacket cups both breasts from behind, squeezing and mashing the flesh until it's almost painful but in a good way. I throw my head back on his shoulder as Stick pulls my pussy open and licks across my clit, sending me into another set of aftershock spasms.
“I can't,” I moan, as both men are stilled for an instant. “It's too much.”
“Relax, baby,” Jacket purrs in my ear. “Just let go.”
I don't know how this goes. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. But Stick is here to direct me so I do what Jacket says and submit to the fierce pleasure they both seem determined to deliver.
“I need a taste of her,” Jacket says. He drops down behind me.
“Open up Baby, Stick tells me. “Spread your legs.”
I do what he says and Jacket's tongue immediately licks around my rear hole, making me clench again. I know how this goes. Stick took me there last night. And he's bigger than Jacket so I know I can take him. But I need to give Stick pleasure at the same time. I can't just take everything for myself.
Can I really take two men inside me at the same time? They're both on their knees at my feet, almost worshiping at the seam between my legs. I never, not ever in my wildest dreams, imagined I'd feel like such a goddess.