“Are you going to come for us?”
She nodded, unable to speak with Thomas’ tongue massaging hers. She couldn’t even call what she’d had before these two sex, because it didn’t give her the mind-blowing, body-numbing pleasure these men evoked in her. It felt like her skin was on fire, every nerve ending attuned to their touch.
Thomas lifted his mouth from hers and growled, “Are you going to come for your masters?”
Her whole body shuddered, close to release. Tyler bent to his task, knowing how to keep her on the edge for long minutes before sending her over. As wave after wave of pleasure washed through her she screamed, muffled by Tom’s mouth on hers, her muscles gripping Tyler’s fingers buried deep inside her. He teased her with his tongue, coaxing every last gasp out of her until he knew she’d drifted from pleasure to pain. Then he slowly withdrew his hand from between her legs and looked at Thomas.
Thomas sat, his back against the pillows, and cradled Nevvie to his chest. Tyler lifted her legs high in the air, kissing her ankles. Thomas reached forward and held them wide open for him.
Her lower lip caught under her teeth as she watched him align line his cock with her wet and waiting pussy.
Tyler met her eyes and smiled. “Do you want it?”
She nodded. He slid home, balls deep. She closed her eyes and moaned, throwing her head back on Thomas’ shoulder. He nibbled her neck and ear, watching Tyler take her.
“Who’s fucking you, sugar?” Thomas whispered in her ear.
“Tyler,” she gasped.
“Who?” He spread her legs a little more, enough to allow Tyler to sink just a hair deeper with each thrust.
“Master Tyler,” she sighed, wiggling to take even more of him in.
Tyler picked up the pace, thrusting harder. “That’s right, love, and don’t you forget it. Who’s holding you open for me, baby?”
Her eyes fluttered open briefly, looking at Thomas. “Master Thomas.”
Thomas kissed her. “That’s right. Very good.”
Tyler was close. He grabbed her thighs and increased the tempo. With every thrust it felt like he stroked to the bottom of her soul, filling her completely and bottoming out, stretching her in a way he never had before, making her his.
“I’m going to come deep inside you. Are you ready for your master to come?”
She nodded.
“Ask for it,” Thomas growled.
She opened her eyes again and looked at him, then Tyler. She smiled. “Come for me, please, Master!”
That finished him, and Tyler drove home with a final, deep thrust. “Oh, Jesus!” he gasped, staying deep inside her for a long moment until he finally caught his breath. Thomas released her legs and she lowered them, wrapping them around Tyler’s waist.
Ty leaned forward and kissed her, tasting her, loving her. “I love you, Nevvie.”
She smiled. “I love you too, Master.”
He grinned.
Thomas nipped her earlobe and she laughed and looked at him. “I love you too, Master.”
“That’s better.”
She pouted when Tyler withdrew. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I liked having you inside me.”
Thomas nipped her earlobe again. “Well roll over, sweetheart, we’ve got another willing cock ready and waiting.”
His words sent another shiver through her. Letting go and trusting them sent her into a pleasant free-fall feeling, knowing they’d never hurt her. She looked at Tyler, who had moved to take Thomas’ place. She knelt in front of him as Thomas moved behind her.
“Assume the position, sugar,” Thomas growled.
She flushed, her whole body infused with an erotic heat. Was this it? As if reading her thoughts Thomas laughed and gently pushed her down to the bed, then pulled her shoes off and tossed them to the floor.
“Not yet, darlin. Don’t be in such a hurry. We’ve got all day.”
She assumed her position between Tyler’s spread legs—forearms flat on the bed, crouched on her knees with her ass in the air.
Tyler reached for her, caressing her face and tangling his fingers in her hair. “Show your master how much you love him, Nevvie.”
His cock was already half-stiff again. She ran her tongue around the tip, looking up at him and smiling. “I love my masters very much.” She sucked him in, and he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. Tasting her cream and his seed mixed together started a new deep heat within her. She wiggled her hips at Thomas, wanting him inside her.
“Jesus!” Thomas said as he watched her, one hand resting on her ass. “I nearly came just then! You’re so fucking sexy, you don’t know what you do to us.” She closed her eyes as he slipped his fingers inside her and massaged her clit. His touch was different than Tyler’s but still erotically hot. They were perfect for her, each able to wring new heights of passion from her she never dreamed possible.
“You like that, little slave?” Tom chuckled, and she pushed back against his hand in response.
“God, she’s got me in her throat! That’s a good girl, sweetheart.”
Thomas knelt behind her, fucking her with his tongue. She moaned around Tyler’s cock.
“Do that again, Tom, she liked that.”
He did, and in a few minutes he had her screaming around Tyler’s shaft as she came, her hips dancing and twisting. He timed it perfectly, slamming his stiff rod home as the largest, final wave of her orgasm hit, grabbing her hips and fucking her hard.
“You like that, Nevvie?”
She finally released Tyler’s cock and nodded. “Oh God, yes! Fuck me!”
Tyler grinned. “Better do it, Thomas.”
Thomas drove deeper, harder, unleashing on her. But she was wet and ready and while still nice and snug, Tyler’s earlier ministrations had prepared her perfectly. It built in his balls and he made every stroke count. “Ask me for it, Nevvie.”
“Please fuck me, come for me, Master. Please come for me!”
That pushed him over the edge and his last, deep thrust left him spasming inside her. He collapsed on top of her. After a minute he rolled to the side, kissing the back of her neck, his arms around her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She purred. “No, Master.”
The men looked at each other and grinned. Tyler leaned down and kissed her. “Love, you are the perfect woman.” He was fully stiff, ready, wanting her. He kissed her and went to get something from the bathroom. When he returned he bent between Thomas’ legs and sucked him, drawing a moan from his lover.
It only took a few minutes to get Thomas in the mood again. He looked at Tyler, winking.
Tyler nodded. It was time.
Nevvie cuddled with Thomas, her hand between his legs, tracing feather-light circles across his balls. Tyler pushed her onto her back and stroked her with his tongue.
“I don’t know if I can make it again.”
“Shh,” both men said. Thomas rolled to his side, kissing her, lightly rubbing her pebbled nipples with his thumb.
Tyler’s cock throbbed. He didn’t want to bring her all the way over yet, wanted to get her nearly there and leave her begging for more. When her hips gyrated in time to his tongue he knew he had her exactly where he wanted.
Thomas laid on the bed while Tyler pulled her up and turned her around. Thomas grabbed her hips and seated her on his cock facing him. She sighed with contentment as she sank his full length inside her and nestled against his chest, his arms around her. He looked over her shoulder at Tyler.
Tyler grabbed the bottle of lube and spread some down the cleft between her cheeks. She froze, stiffened, and Thomas hugged her to him.
“He took my cherry, remember? Just relax, I promise it’ll feel good.” He shifted his hips a little beneath her, drawing another content sigh. Then he kissed her, keeping her mind off what Tyler was up to.