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facedown on your bed, Mattie,” Owen told her. “Do you have lube?”
Her belly flip-flopped with hot eagerness, and she nodded. Letting go of Lars’s cock, she stumbled toward her nightstand. The tube was nestled in the top drawer, where it kept company with her trusty toys—toys that were never going to cut it after this experience.
When she turned back around, it was to see Lars leaning over her bed with his ass in the air. She wondered if her duvet provided any sort of friction against his swollen cock. Could he come like that? Or would it actually be possible for her to be on the bottom with his hard length lodged inside her aching wetness while Owen fucked him from behind?
She grabbed the bedpost to keep her knees from buckling. Owen seemed to guess her thoughts. He turned and beckoned her closer until he could wrap his hand gently around hers.
His gaze bored into hers as if he were lending her some of his strength. He gestured to the lube. “Would you like to do the honors?”
The phrase was so out of place, yet it hit her feelings dead-on. This was no time to turn squeamish. “Yes.”
“Me first.” Owen half turned to present his thick penis. “I want him to lie there and imagine your hands all over my dick.”
Owen’s comment had an immediate effect. Lars jerked, his eyelids fluttering as he struggled to get a glimpse of what was happening behind him. Owen had anticipated that, though. He had both of Lars’s hands pinned tightly in the small of his back.
Mattie dispensed a good portion of lube into her hand and smoothed it over the satiny skin of Owen’s erection. He hissed at the contact, body going rigid as he held still. It felt so good to spread the cool gel over his sensitive flesh. She’d met this man a handful of hours ago, but she was unbelievably comfortable with him.
“Now Lars’s asshole,” Owen urged.
She held her breath as Owen released Lars’s hands and then spread Lars’s firm cheeks to bare his tight anal entrance. She’d enjoyed occasional anal sex with a considerate partner, but she’d never done so with Lars. He’d never shown the slightest inclination toward it. Was it because he saved such things for his male lovers? Would he welcome her touch now?
It was Owen who pushed her on. “Go ahead, Mattie. He wants it.”
She brushed her fingertips over Lars’s anal star. He groaned and thrust against the mattress. It didn’t seem like a sound of disgust. Emboldened, she worked the lubricant into his opening. It grew more relaxed and pliant beneath her attention. The change fascinated her, made her brave. Gently inserting the tip of her index finger into his ass, she was gratified by his moan.
“God, Mattie, you’re going to make me come by just watching.” Owen used his free hand to pull her away from Lars. “Grip me tight and help me push inside him.”
Her pussy began to quiver as if she were about to implode into orgasm. It felt like she could lose herself without a single touch. Her arousal was utterly focused on these two men, these lovers who were willing to bring her along for the ride.
With one hand wrapped around Owen’s girth, she spread Lars’s cheeks with the other. The crown of Owen’s cock pushed past the thick outer ring of muscle in Lars’s ass. As Mattie watched, Owen tunneled inch by inch into Lars. The erotic sight sent her over the edge. She didn’t know how, but her sex was clenching with the undulating waves of orgasm rolling through her.
“Oh fuck, Mattie, fuck me.” Owen grabbed Lars’s hips with both hands and began thrusting. “She just came, Lars. She fucking came.”
Their coupling grew rough. Owen didn’t just push; he ground into Lars with each stroke. Their grunts and groans filled her bedroom as the scent of sex permeated everything. Her ears were overwhelmed with the sounds of their mating. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. She’d never been fucked like that. Never. It was hard and fast and coarse.
Her pussy was
Her belly flip-flopped with hot eagerness, and she nodded. Letting go of Lars’s cock, she stumbled toward her nightstand. The tube was nestled in the top drawer, where it kept company with her trusty toys—toys that were never going to cut it after this experience.
When she turned back around, it was to see Lars leaning over her bed with his ass in the air. She wondered if her duvet provided any sort of friction against his swollen cock. Could he come like that? Or would it actually be possible for her to be on the bottom with his hard length lodged inside her aching wetness while Owen fucked him from behind?
She grabbed the bedpost to keep her knees from buckling. Owen seemed to guess her thoughts. He turned and beckoned her closer until he could wrap his hand gently around hers.
His gaze bored into hers as if he were lending her some of his strength. He gestured to the lube. “Would you like to do the honors?”
The phrase was so out of place, yet it hit her feelings dead-on. This was no time to turn squeamish. “Yes.”
“Me first.” Owen half turned to present his thick penis. “I want him to lie there and imagine your hands all over my dick.”
Owen’s comment had an immediate effect. Lars jerked, his eyelids fluttering as he struggled to get a glimpse of what was happening behind him. Owen had anticipated that, though. He had both of Lars’s hands pinned tightly in the small of his back.
Mattie dispensed a good portion of lube into her hand and smoothed it over the satiny skin of Owen’s erection. He hissed at the contact, body going rigid as he held still. It felt so good to spread the cool gel over his sensitive flesh. She’d met this man a handful of hours ago, but she was unbelievably comfortable with him.
“Now Lars’s asshole,” Owen urged.
She held her breath as Owen released Lars’s hands and then spread Lars’s firm cheeks to bare his tight anal entrance. She’d enjoyed occasional anal sex with a considerate partner, but she’d never done so with Lars. He’d never shown the slightest inclination toward it. Was it because he saved such things for his male lovers? Would he welcome her touch now?
It was Owen who pushed her on. “Go ahead, Mattie. He wants it.”
She brushed her fingertips over Lars’s anal star. He groaned and thrust against the mattress. It didn’t seem like a sound of disgust. Emboldened, she worked the lubricant into his opening. It grew more relaxed and pliant beneath her attention. The change fascinated her, made her brave. Gently inserting the tip of her index finger into his ass, she was gratified by his moan.
“God, Mattie, you’re going to make me come by just watching.” Owen used his free hand to pull her away from Lars. “Grip me tight and help me push inside him.”
Her pussy began to quiver as if she were about to implode into orgasm. It felt like she could lose herself without a single touch. Her arousal was utterly focused on these two men, these lovers who were willing to bring her along for the ride.
With one hand wrapped around Owen’s girth, she spread Lars’s cheeks with the other. The crown of Owen’s cock pushed past the thick outer ring of muscle in Lars’s ass. As Mattie watched, Owen tunneled inch by inch into Lars. The erotic sight sent her over the edge. She didn’t know how, but her sex was clenching with the undulating waves of orgasm rolling through her.
“Oh fuck, Mattie, fuck me.” Owen grabbed Lars’s hips with both hands and began thrusting. “She just came, Lars. She fucking came.”
Their coupling grew rough. Owen didn’t just push; he ground into Lars with each stroke. Their grunts and groans filled her bedroom as the scent of sex permeated everything. Her ears were overwhelmed with the sounds of their mating. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. She’d never been fucked like that. Never. It was hard and fast and coarse.
Her pussy was
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