Ready and Willing (8 page)

“Nice,” Rob
says,
lips on my neck. One of his hands roams down, gathers my skirt, slides back inside my panties, and finds my clit. I moan at the touch and lean into him, attention jumping between Noah’s dick and face. He’s beyond horny: lids nearly closed, mouth open in a silent, continuous moan.

“Touch him,” Rob whispers.

I knead Noah’s thigh, watch his hand until it takes mine and wraps it around his hard flesh. He covers my fist with his and guides my pulls.
Bossy.
Rob’s wet fingers strum my clit in taunting circles, slide into my lips now and again to give a tiny taste of penetration.

“You
wanna
suck him?” Rob asks. “You
wanna
suck him while I fuck you?”

I force my mouth to form the noise.
“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Noah echoes.

“Do it.” Rob’s fingers leave my pussy. He stands, pushes the coffee table away, and strips his shirt off, drops his jeans and shorts and kneels on the floor. I watch him pump himself until he’s long and hard and flushed dark; then I join him, getting to my knees before the couch. Noah’s eyes take it all in as Rob flips my skirt up, yanks my panties down my legs. He pushes my thighs wide with his. He teases his head over my clit, bathes it in my juices. “Fuck, she’s so wet.”

“Yeah.”
Noah stands and pulls his shirt off, kicks away his pants and underwear. He sits back down on the couch before me, naked and hard. He tugs gently at my shoulders, and I scoot forward, bracing my arms along his thighs. Rob comes forward as well, and his hips meet my ass, cock finding my pussy, sliding along my wet lips.

“Good,” Rob mumbles. He sets a steady rhythm with his hips, and I match it with my hands, massaging Noah’s thighs as I watch him stroke himself. Behind me is the most factually attractive man I’ve ever had the good fortune of seeing naked. Despite the talented motions of his dick teasing me, he barely registers. I’m so locked on Noah that the rest of the world is fading to gray around him.

“Ready?” Rob asks, cutting through my haze.

“Yeah.”

He reaches between our bodies, angles his head to me. His cock presses hard, finds my entrance after a second, and slides in deep in one thrust.

“Yes,” I moan, hot from so much more than just the wonderful feeling of him filling me. Hot from the whole dynamic, hot from Noah’s eyes on us. He looks hungry and enthralled and a little afraid, just how I’m feeling. He’s offering himself up to this filthy turn of events, and that gives me permission to do the same, to quit overanalyzing and just wallow in the moment.

Rob starts pumping, possessive hands on my waist.
“Yeah, so tight.”

“Harder,” I say, shutting my eyes and just
feeling
.
Listening.
I want to hear his body slapping mine, his voice reduced to animalistic moans. I want every filthy thing about this moment multiplied until I can’t even recognize myself.

Noah groans. I open my eyes to find him staring, hypnotized. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“Stroke him,” Rob says.

I take Noah obediently in hand. He’s rock-hard, throbbing. He pumps himself into my grip and watches Rob fuck me.

“Take her,” he says.

Rob leans in close, a hand holding either side of my ribs, his hips pumping fast.

“Fuck her,” Noah says. “Make her nice and wet for me.”

A bolt of exquisite, nasty longing zaps through my body as Noah takes control, asserts himself as the one dishing out commands. Rob obeys, pounds me, fucks me with long, explicit strokes, makes me feel every inch of him.

“Yeah, yeah.”
He slaps my ass. “Suck him, Abby.”

I look up at Noah’s face, seeking permission, wanting to make it clear it’s his orders I’m following, not Rob’s. His mouth
parts,
and he licks his lips. “Do it,” he says.

I nod. Noah scoots closer, spreading his thighs wide open. Rob slows as I lean in and
tease
Noah’s head with my tongue.

“Yeah,” Noah moans.

“Lick him,” Rob says.

I lap his cock, tasting his skin, his
precum
.

The rough thrusts return. I let the impact
rule,
let Noah slip deeper into my mouth with each bump of Rob’s hips.

“Suck him, Abby.” Rob pounds me hard, spanks me. “He’s nice and thick, isn’t he?”

Noah groans as my lips tighten around him with affirmation. “She likes it.”

“Don’t let him come,” Rob tells me.

I slow my mouth, concentrate on every tiny sensation as I give Noah light, teasing head. I flicker my tongue over his slit and fondle his balls, make him moan.

“More,” he begs. His hands urge my head closer. I ease my lips down his cock, worshipping him, wanting him to feel big and powerful,
all
the things he is to me when we fuck alone. Another slap from Rob pulls me out of the hormonal clouds, lands me back on my knees on my living room rug. I’m torn between the undeniable hotness of what’s happening and an urge to protect Noah, the sanctity of me and Noah. But the impulse is ridiculous, and it has no place in what’s happening in this room or in my arrangement with either of these men. I push it
away,
let myself get lost in the taboo.

“She’s so greedy,” Rob says. “She wants us both.”

I do. I’m filled by these men, but I want more. I want to drown in them, in their desires and sounds and smells, in their simultaneous pleasure and in mine. I moan around Noah’s cock.

“You want us both?” he whispers, gathering my messy hair back from my face.

I moan again.

“What do you think?” he asks Rob.

“Let’s give her what she wants.” Rob pounds me hard for another minute before he withdraws. I let Noah’s cock go as Rob helps me to my feet. He peels my shirt up as I feel Noah’s hands on my skirt, easing the stretchy waistband down my hips. As Rob kisses me, Noah undoes my bra clasp, palms my freed breasts, and tweaks my nipples to hard peaks. I feel Noah’s smooth chest and stomach against me, his cock at my lower back. He pulls my hair to one side and kisses my neck. I feel lost between their two bodies, my attention yanked between too many hands and mouths and rumbling voices, mind swimming. I feel drunk, as though my body’s not my own: just a pleasurable vehicle taking my brain along for the ride, too fast to allow for questions or hesitation. Rob leads me past the kitchen by the hand, Noah close behind. Rob lies on the bed, and I let him pull me down and press his sweat-slick chest along my back. I don’t know exactly what he’s got planned, but I won’t deny him. Tonight I trust him with my pleasure the way I trust Noah with everything else.

“Bring your leg up,” Rob murmurs in my ear. I swivel my hip, and he grabs my leg behind the knee, propping it up as his cock slides into my pussy from behind.
“Yeah.”

Noah watches from beside the bed, silhouetted by the light from the kitchen. He sits on the mattress and draws close, stretches out facing me, putting his hand to my waist as Rob sets his rhythm. He kisses me, deep and sweet. The contact feels so odd, one man’s sensual tongue teasing mine, the other’s cock pumping into me, rough.

“You feel good?” Noah asks. I sense his gaze boring into mine in the relative darkness.

“Yeah.
I’m glad you’re here.”

“Do you want me too?” His hand holds me tight, and his hips close in until his erection presses against my
mons
and belly.

“I think so.”

“She wants us both,” Rob moans, cock sliding in and out, so hot.
So wrong.
Still, we’re the only witnesses to what’s happening here in my bed, and my body’s telling me the only way I’ll regret this evening is if I back out now and miss my chance.

Noah kisses me again. He sucks me into him, into his desire, into this gift. I take hold of his dick between us, stroke him, measure his girth again with my hand, wonder if such a feat would be possible, let alone pleasurable.

“Try it,” I say. “There’s lube in the bedside table.”

Noah pulls away and grabs the bottle from the drawer, squirts a measure into my palm. “Get me ready.”

I rub the slippery liquid up and down his length until he’s panting.

“She’s so tight,” Rob says over my shoulder. “Let’s make it tighter.”

Noah’s mouth drops open, and I know he wants this too.

“Go on,” I say. Then I lower my voice so only he can hear, put my lips to his ear. “It feels so empty without you.”

“Come on,” Rob grunts. “Let’s spread her wide open.”

Noah reaches down and takes his cock from me. I hold my breath as he guides himself close. He’s watching—watching Rob already fucking me. Rob pulls out so just his head is penetrating.

“Do it.”

Noah puts himself there, eases his head inside me alongside Rob’s. The pleasure, the fear, the sheer
nastiness
of it is a drug.

“You ready, Abby?” Noah whispers against my lips.

“Yeah.”

He pushes, forcing himself in, forcing me open. Rob pushes too, and as they sink deeper, I stretch, my body cautious.

“Slow, boys,” I mutter.

“Just relax,” Noah says, and I do, because it’s him. His voice, a stranger’s only days ago, calms me. He pushes in another inch, surpassing Rob for a moment. It feels amazing, their cocks sliding against each other inside me.

“Yeah,” Rob moans, and he forces himself deeper. “This is so fucking tight.”

“Yeah,” Noah echoes.

“You’re so big.
Both of you.”

“That’s what you like, isn’t it?” Rob
teases,
voice right in my ear. “Nice big dicks?”

“I love it.”

“How does it feel, taking us both?” He starts to pump at a slow pace as Noah holds still.

“It feels…really fucking dirty.”

Noah pumps too now, two pairs of hips pinning me, two hard dicks filling me, two men’s strong legs tangled between mine. I squeeze Noah’s shoulders and push my face against his throat, lost. “God, fuck me.”

“Can you come?” Noah asks. He asks it quietly, a private whisper. The intimacy of his voice and question thrills me as much anything else happening to my body.

“I can try,” I whisper back.

His hand leaves my waist, slipping down between our damp bodies. His two fingers find my clit amid the crush of hot flesh, and I groan at the touch. I lean back enough to meet Noah’s half-closed eyes.

Rob pumps faster. Noah keeps his thrusts steady and predictable.

“We’re fucking you,” Noah tells me, and the words light a trail of fire from his fingers through my clit, up my belly to my breasts and cheeks. “We’re fucking you, Abby.”

“Yeah,” Rob moans. The bossy self-assurance has left his voice, replaced by desperate excitement. “Do you like it? You like two cocks?”

“I love it.” And I do…though perhaps not for the reasons I let Rob assume. I love this for more than my own selfish pleasure, but as an exploration, something I’m sharing with the man whose sex-addled face is just an inch from mine.

Noah’s fingertips tease me toward rapture.

“Maybe we’ll both shoot together,” Rob says. “Would you like that?
Both of us?
Filling you up with
our cum
? Just like we’re filling your pussy with our big cocks?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Yeah, you want that.”

I only half understand what he’s saying. I’m falling over the edge. Noah’s expert fingers are dragging me down into the dark, beautiful oblivion of my pleasure. My feet twitch and kick, toes curling.

“Come on. Come on,” Noah urges. For him, I will. I let go, falling away. For a few beautiful, suspended seconds, I feel nothing but our three bodies as one, our smells, our sounds, our shared desire,
their
cocks impossibly big inside my clenching cunt.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Rob joins me. I feel him, frantic and needy, hips slapping my ass. He pushes deep and holds, his body pressed rigid and damp against my back as he comes.

“Good,” Noah murmurs, and he’s saying it to me. He’s still. As Rob slides out, he does too. He kisses me lightly, and I feel his cock—stiff, slick from me and from Rob—pressed against my belly.

Rob runs a hand down my side, and his voice is breathy behind my ear. “Beautiful.”

I turn my head to smile at him. “Thank you.”

Rob seems suddenly unsure of what to do, the dynamics between us three so different with the intoxication of the sex stripped away.

“I’ll leave you two,” Rob finally says. I assume he knows where to find the envelope. I don’t want to say it loud. Not now. Not in front of Noah.

For a couple minutes I listen to him gathering his clothes, using the bathroom, letting
himself
out. I feel Noah release a deep breath against my neck.

He pulls away and looks me in the eyes.
“Would you come with me a minute?”

I get up and follow him to the bathroom. I feel Rob’s cum dripping down my thigh, as though he’s still with us. Noah leans inside the shower and turns the taps, fusses until the
temperature’s
to his liking.