“What’s on the table, Amy? We said sex, but is there anything you don’t want to do?”
She gave her head a little shake, not that his strong fingers allowed her to move much. Kincaid’s hands were still rubbing up and down her sides, and she felt herself leaning back against his hard body, letting him hold her up as her knees went weak under their combined assault on her senses.
“No limits. I want… I want everything.” A shiver went up her spine as Kincaid’s hands curled around from her sides to her stomach, stroking the soft flesh there, the sides of his hands and arms brushing against the sensitive undersides of her breasts.
Instead of answering her, Zach studied her for one long moment. Then his gaze lifted to Kincaid, making her want to turn to look and see what Kincaid’s expression was, but she couldn’t with Zach cupping her chin. Then it didn’t matter anymore because suddenly Zach was lowering his lips to hers.
He kissed her.
He kissed her, and Kincaid’s body moved in behind her, pushing her against Zach as her hands went up to press against his chest, and Kincaid’s hands moved up to cup her breasts. The soft mounds were crushed against his hands as he and Zach trapped her between them, aching from the squeeze, her nipples peeking through Kincaid’s fingers to brush against Zach’s chest.
Amy whimpered, her mouth opening under Zach’s as his tongue slid between her lips to dance with hers. It felt like her whole body was suddenly aflame with sensation, heat, and need. Her head tipped back against Kincaid’s chest as Zach devoured her while Kincaid’s hands kneaded her breasts, holding her in place like he was offering her up to Zach.
Zach’s head lifted, leaving her lips feeling swollen… leaving her yearning for more.
“My turn,” Kincaid whispered in her ear.
They spun her around, switching places with an ease that left her dizzy. Zach’s hands found her breasts, Kincaid’s lips found hers, and she whimpered against his kiss as his hand delved between her legs.
Where Zach’s kiss had been ruthless, Kincaid’s was firm. Zach had demanded she open her lips for him, Kincaid coaxed.
Not that the differences mattered. Both kisses left her head spinning, her toes curling, and that was even before she got into the differences in how they touched her.
Kincaid had massaged her breasts, squeezing and kneading, like he just loved touching them. Zach’s hands were much rougher, his fingers going for her nipples and pinching them tightly so she cried out, the sound muffled by Kincaid’s mouth. While Zach tormented her breasts, making her nipples throb from his pinches, Kincaid’s fingers stroked along the outside of her soaked thong before slipping beneath the fabric.
Trying to keep her balance as his fingers moved against her pussy, Amy’s hands went to his shoulders, clinging to him as the two of them touched her. Stroked her. Kincaid firm and pleasurable, Zach’s touch deliciously painful. The dichotomy was even more arousing than if they’d just gone straight for her masochistic tendencies.
Two fingers pushed inside of her, and Amy moaned again as Kincaid lifted his head to look down at her.
“She’s soaking wet,” he said, pushing his fingers deeper, making her rock against the heel of his palm, her little clit throbbing as he rubbed against it.
Amy whimpered, going up on her tiptoes, clinging to his shoulders, as his fingers moved inside her while Zach pinched her nipples even harder, twisting the little buds. Pleasure and pain flashed through her in a chaotic clash of sensations.
“Of course she is, little slut.” Zach’s voice was harsher than Kincaid’s, crueler. They’d played with verbal humiliation in their scenes before, but not this far… he’d never called her a slut before, so she’d never known how much she would like it. Her muscles quivered around Kincaid’s fingers as he moved them inside her, finger-fucking her while she rode his hand and Zach tormented her breasts.
“Oh, she liked that… and I like feeling how wet you are for us, princess,” Kincaid said right atop him, his voice soothing where Zach’s was edged, warm where Zach’s was cold. The combination was far more potent than either would be on their own.
“She’s wet because she’s a filthy little slut who wants two cocks, aren’t you princess?” Where Kincaid’s ‘princess’ was an endearment, Zach’s was almost mocking.
Amy gasped, shuddering between them, her pussy clenching around Kincaid’s fingers again. She couldn’t find the breath to answer, but then, she didn’t think they cared. Zach released her nipples, only to pinch down and twist, sending pulses through her that brought tears to her eyes even as she moved against Kincaid’s hand, rubbing herself on him because she needed to come so badly.
“You’re a dirty whore who wants both of us.”
“Oh God…” Amy was spiraling as the combination of their different touches, their different demeanors, were sending her out of control.
“We’re going to fill you with cock, and you’re going to love it because you’re a nasty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Come for me, princess, that’s a good girl.”
They were speaking practically together.
Amy cried out as they held her up, her knees buckling as her orgasm rolled up from her clit, pulsing through the muscles around Kincaid’s fingers, heat fluttering through her body as she leaned back against Zach and gave herself over to the sensations. She went completely weak between them, and they held her in place, Kincaid’s fingers still moving, Zach still tugging on her nipples, sending multiple waves of ecstasy through her.
She felt tears slide from her cheeks from the sheer relief.
Even if they stopped now, it would be the best orgasm that had ever happened to her.
But she really hoped they didn’t stop now. Because she was a dirty whore who wanted them both. She was a good girl who wanted to please them. She was a little slut who wanted to be filled with their cocks.
Please don’t stop.