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chest, lighting her up.
“Well,” Alex said, his voice rough. “I think it’s very unfair that I get to kiss you and Leo doesn’t. I think that this should be an equal opportunity endeavor.” Alex’s hands came to the hem of her sweater while Leo’s went to the waistband of her pajama pants. They stripped her naked quickly, efficiently, and she shivered for a moment there on the couch. And then the men fell on her, almost in unison, Leo kissing his way up her thighs as Alex eased down the cups of her bra and licking over her nipples. It was a strange sensation; Zoey waited for the flood of anticipation and arousal, but what met her was something far smoother and softer. She sighed, her fingers clenching tight behind her head, and everything else falling into a deep relaxation. Her thighs parted, and Leo made a hungry sound, his mouth closing over her cunt with a fervor that made her mouth drop open in silent luxury. Alex undid the cups of her bra, and applied his tongue even more intently to her tight, sensitive nipples, latching his mouth over her left breast while he worked the right between his fingers.
Leo slid a single finger into her aching pussy, and an orgasm slammed down over her like a freight train. It came out of nowhere, and passed just as quickly, her quick gasp of breath the only audible sound she gave as her body clenched down, squeezing tightly. Leo licked into her even more fervently, the hot flat of his tongue devouring her as Alex paid worship to her tits.
As the orgasm passed through her, she sagged back into the couch cushions, aching but completely content. She had to let go of her fingers and tap Leo’s head to signal him to stop for a bit; the release had been so complete that his continued attention edged towards painful.
Somehow, she expected to see the two men turn towards each other, and part of her was very, very interested in exactly what they would do to ease their desire. Instead, they both looked slightly irritated. “That was very quick,” Leo said. Zoey waited for the rush of irritation, the feeling that he was somehow judging her, but it didn’t come. She found herself trusting that he was only put out because there was more he’d wanted to do, not through some kind of failing on her part.
“I know,” Alex said. “We should take her to bed. Give her a chance to rest, and then we can play with her more.”
She gave a soft groan as Leo drew back, raking firm fingertips along her inner thighs. “My room, I imagine?” There was something in his voice, and she found herself glancing back and forth between the men, trying to understand what non-verbal communication was happening right now.
Alex offered a smile back, sad, but sincere. “If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t,” Leo said, and his expression softened and warmed. “I’d rather have the both of you in my bed than go there alone. When we’re all too tired to keep going, you can sleep there—God knows that the bed is big enough—or you can leave me warm and cuddled and go away. It will be up to you. I think I win, after all.”
Alex gave a loose laugh. “I’m going to go get some supplies, then,” he said as he stood. “For different possibilities.”
“Excellent. I love possibilities.”
Zoey rallied herself to stand, but Leo stood, taking her hand and tugging her toward him before she got the chance. She was surprised, but let her body shift with his. She thought he might carry her romantically through the penthouse—she had to choke back a little yip of sound when he tossed her over his shoulder, one hand on her thigh to hold her in place, tantalizingly close to the crease of her ass. “I don’t promise not to get started without you,” Leo said. And then he laid a slap along the left cheek of her ass.
She wasn’t sure what he expected. Another yip, or an irritated hey, maybe a thump on his back with a girly little fist. What he got was her
“Well,” Alex said, his voice rough. “I think it’s very unfair that I get to kiss you and Leo doesn’t. I think that this should be an equal opportunity endeavor.” Alex’s hands came to the hem of her sweater while Leo’s went to the waistband of her pajama pants. They stripped her naked quickly, efficiently, and she shivered for a moment there on the couch. And then the men fell on her, almost in unison, Leo kissing his way up her thighs as Alex eased down the cups of her bra and licking over her nipples. It was a strange sensation; Zoey waited for the flood of anticipation and arousal, but what met her was something far smoother and softer. She sighed, her fingers clenching tight behind her head, and everything else falling into a deep relaxation. Her thighs parted, and Leo made a hungry sound, his mouth closing over her cunt with a fervor that made her mouth drop open in silent luxury. Alex undid the cups of her bra, and applied his tongue even more intently to her tight, sensitive nipples, latching his mouth over her left breast while he worked the right between his fingers.
Leo slid a single finger into her aching pussy, and an orgasm slammed down over her like a freight train. It came out of nowhere, and passed just as quickly, her quick gasp of breath the only audible sound she gave as her body clenched down, squeezing tightly. Leo licked into her even more fervently, the hot flat of his tongue devouring her as Alex paid worship to her tits.
As the orgasm passed through her, she sagged back into the couch cushions, aching but completely content. She had to let go of her fingers and tap Leo’s head to signal him to stop for a bit; the release had been so complete that his continued attention edged towards painful.
Somehow, she expected to see the two men turn towards each other, and part of her was very, very interested in exactly what they would do to ease their desire. Instead, they both looked slightly irritated. “That was very quick,” Leo said. Zoey waited for the rush of irritation, the feeling that he was somehow judging her, but it didn’t come. She found herself trusting that he was only put out because there was more he’d wanted to do, not through some kind of failing on her part.
“I know,” Alex said. “We should take her to bed. Give her a chance to rest, and then we can play with her more.”
She gave a soft groan as Leo drew back, raking firm fingertips along her inner thighs. “My room, I imagine?” There was something in his voice, and she found herself glancing back and forth between the men, trying to understand what non-verbal communication was happening right now.
Alex offered a smile back, sad, but sincere. “If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t,” Leo said, and his expression softened and warmed. “I’d rather have the both of you in my bed than go there alone. When we’re all too tired to keep going, you can sleep there—God knows that the bed is big enough—or you can leave me warm and cuddled and go away. It will be up to you. I think I win, after all.”
Alex gave a loose laugh. “I’m going to go get some supplies, then,” he said as he stood. “For different possibilities.”
“Excellent. I love possibilities.”
Zoey rallied herself to stand, but Leo stood, taking her hand and tugging her toward him before she got the chance. She was surprised, but let her body shift with his. She thought he might carry her romantically through the penthouse—she had to choke back a little yip of sound when he tossed her over his shoulder, one hand on her thigh to hold her in place, tantalizingly close to the crease of her ass. “I don’t promise not to get started without you,” Leo said. And then he laid a slap along the left cheek of her ass.
She wasn’t sure what he expected. Another yip, or an irritated hey, maybe a thump on his back with a girly little fist. What he got was her
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