reach. Her groin was still buzzing, the ache at her core up and raring for that condom to be put into action. With his hands firm and decisive on her
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upper arms, Seth turned her to face Adrian, and then pulled her top up and over her head, undressing her in front of her virtual lover.
“Oh boy,” she murmured, her legs wavering under her. On the TV, a rolling drum and guitar frenzy echoed her racing pulse with uncanny accuracy. Glancing down at where Adrian sat in the armchair, she saw that he was hard inside the jeans we wore, his zipper bulging. She had longed to see his cock; she’d thought about it so often while she made herself come. Was that the way he looked when they were chatting online? Did he stroke his cock while he urged her to pleasure herself? When she met his gaze, she could tell he knew what was in her mind. His gaze lowered to her chest, where Seth was busy undoing her sheer black bra. When he unhooked it and pulled it free, her cheeks flamed, her hands going to cover her bare breasts.
“Uh oh, no hiding, not now.” Adrian shook his finger at her, still smiling.
She moved her fingers away. He was right; there was no going back now.
Her nipples were rock hard, her breasts swollen and uplifted. Exposing them felt outrageously good. Between her thighs, she was damp and sticky from her orgasm. At her back, Seth spooned her hips, moving in time to the rock music, shifting first one way, then the other, taking her with him. His cock was rock hard. She felt it through his jeans and the thin layer of her mini skirt, the only item she still wore. His free hand was at her nape, stoking her hair out of his way. He rested a kiss on her hot skin, his mouth soft, the stubble of his chin brusque and vivid on her sensitised skin. She felt shaky and high all the same time, delirious with pleasure as she absorbed the sheer amount of testosterone in the atmosphere and thought about what was coming. It was heavy in the air, expectancy, the thrill of knowing it was going all the way.
A moment later, Seth unzipped the skirt and peeled it off her. “Crazy lady, you have us both in such a state.”
“You’re doing this,” she murmured, as he shoved the skirt down her hips and let it drop to the floor.
Adrian shook his head, reaching out to stroke her legs when Seth danced her closer, his fingers lingering around the back of her knee. “No, you are, you’re doing it all, and it’s everything you wanted.”
It was true, but this was also beyond her fantasies. Way beyond. She hadn’t even thought about having two men before. This was overdose, had to be, she was sure of it.
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Moaning, she tried to turn her face into Seth’s chest, but he tutted mockingly and then he lifted her hair from the back of a neck and kissed her there again. He was making her face up to Adrian, her secret online lover, and that was so arousing—and so true to what she’d wanted, deep down—that instinct took over.
She knew what she wanted.
Bending over, she undid Adrian’s belt and lowered his zipper. His cock poked up through his jockey shorts and when she ran a hand over its outline through the soft cotton, his hands tightened on the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white. There was a warning in his eyes.
Seth squeezed her hips with hands, his erection pressing against her bottom suggestively. “Are you going to go down on him?” She nodded. It was what she wanted to do, and he knew that, but he was also letting her know that he wasn’t going to be left out. If she went down on Adrian, she was still going to get him. Both of them. Could she handle it? Her heart hammered wildly, her body high on the idea of it, adrenaline rushing in her veins.
Dropping to her knees, she pulled Adrian’s cock free of his jockey shorts. Free of its constraint, it bounced into her hand, eager for her touch. The skin was hot, the shaft hard.
She stroked her fingers over its swollen head. It made her shiver inside.
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upper arms, Seth turned her to face Adrian, and then pulled her top up and over her head, undressing her in front of her virtual lover.
“Oh boy,” she murmured, her legs wavering under her. On the TV, a rolling drum and guitar frenzy echoed her racing pulse with uncanny accuracy. Glancing down at where Adrian sat in the armchair, she saw that he was hard inside the jeans we wore, his zipper bulging. She had longed to see his cock; she’d thought about it so often while she made herself come. Was that the way he looked when they were chatting online? Did he stroke his cock while he urged her to pleasure herself? When she met his gaze, she could tell he knew what was in her mind. His gaze lowered to her chest, where Seth was busy undoing her sheer black bra. When he unhooked it and pulled it free, her cheeks flamed, her hands going to cover her bare breasts.
“Uh oh, no hiding, not now.” Adrian shook his finger at her, still smiling.
She moved her fingers away. He was right; there was no going back now.
Her nipples were rock hard, her breasts swollen and uplifted. Exposing them felt outrageously good. Between her thighs, she was damp and sticky from her orgasm. At her back, Seth spooned her hips, moving in time to the rock music, shifting first one way, then the other, taking her with him. His cock was rock hard. She felt it through his jeans and the thin layer of her mini skirt, the only item she still wore. His free hand was at her nape, stoking her hair out of his way. He rested a kiss on her hot skin, his mouth soft, the stubble of his chin brusque and vivid on her sensitised skin. She felt shaky and high all the same time, delirious with pleasure as she absorbed the sheer amount of testosterone in the atmosphere and thought about what was coming. It was heavy in the air, expectancy, the thrill of knowing it was going all the way.
A moment later, Seth unzipped the skirt and peeled it off her. “Crazy lady, you have us both in such a state.”
“You’re doing this,” she murmured, as he shoved the skirt down her hips and let it drop to the floor.
Adrian shook his head, reaching out to stroke her legs when Seth danced her closer, his fingers lingering around the back of her knee. “No, you are, you’re doing it all, and it’s everything you wanted.”
It was true, but this was also beyond her fantasies. Way beyond. She hadn’t even thought about having two men before. This was overdose, had to be, she was sure of it.
73
Moaning, she tried to turn her face into Seth’s chest, but he tutted mockingly and then he lifted her hair from the back of a neck and kissed her there again. He was making her face up to Adrian, her secret online lover, and that was so arousing—and so true to what she’d wanted, deep down—that instinct took over.
She knew what she wanted.
Bending over, she undid Adrian’s belt and lowered his zipper. His cock poked up through his jockey shorts and when she ran a hand over its outline through the soft cotton, his hands tightened on the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white. There was a warning in his eyes.
Seth squeezed her hips with hands, his erection pressing against her bottom suggestively. “Are you going to go down on him?” She nodded. It was what she wanted to do, and he knew that, but he was also letting her know that he wasn’t going to be left out. If she went down on Adrian, she was still going to get him. Both of them. Could she handle it? Her heart hammered wildly, her body high on the idea of it, adrenaline rushing in her veins.
Dropping to her knees, she pulled Adrian’s cock free of his jockey shorts. Free of its constraint, it bounced into her hand, eager for her touch. The skin was hot, the shaft hard.
She stroked her fingers over its swollen head. It made her shiver inside.
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