Hard As Rock (44 page)

Jesus.

Both of them groaned at the same time, and their hands began to rub me more insistently, pressing my breasts against my body, grabbing my ass.

I didn’t know who to undress first, so I just turned to Ryan and began tugging his shirt out of his pants.

Behind me, I felt Derek kneel and began kissing the globes of my ass, his tongue tracing my curves, sliding wetly between my thighs, caressing the mound of my pussy beneath my soaked panties.

I cried aloud as I felt his tongue part my lips, even though the wet material was between his tongue and my flesh.

Ryan’s shirt was off, and I rubbed my hands over his chest even as I felt Derek’s tongue pluck at the edge of my panties and slip wetly into my crease.

I was gasping for breath as Ryan undid my blouse and cast it to the floor. Then he kissed me deeply as he reached around, undid my bra, and slipped it off my arms.

Derek slid my panties out of the way with his fingers and buried his face in my ass, stretching out his tongue to lick the lips of my pussy.

Ryan took my breasts in his hands and began to suck at my nipples, ringing them wetly with his tongue.

I was wetter than I ever had been in my entire life.

I fumbled with Ryan’s belt, unhooked it, undid his pants. Within seconds I felt the head of his cock, hot and swollen and soft-skinned beneath my fingers. It was already jutting out of the slit in his boxers, and the tip was wet with pre-cum.

All of a sudden I felt Derek rise behind me. Feeling I should give him a little attention, I turned – but not before I bent over and licked the tip of Ryan’s cock, feeling the sticky, salty liquid on my lips.

I turned around and tugged at Derek’s shirt. Jesus, it was hot seeing his body slowly revealed – his washboard abs, his bulging pecs, his intricate tattoos. I had forgotten how much I loved feeling the hardness of his body, of tracing the hollows of his muscles under my fingertips.

He apparently felt similarly about my curves, because he played his fingers over my breasts, cupping them, massaging them, pressing them, grabbing them, kneading them, playing with the hard nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. At the same time, he gave me tiny kisses on the mouth, pulling at my lips with his, touching the tip of his tongue to mine.

Behind me, I heard Ryan removing his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. As I kissed Derek, suddenly there was a scalding heat pressed against my ass – and I felt something thick brush up against my back, felt a tiny dab of wetness against my skin. I reached my left hand behind me and brushed the side of his hip as he traced his fingers up and down my back. At the same time, my right hand struggled with Derek’s jeans until they came open, and I touched skin.

No underwear.

Unnnh.

I ran my hand over his long, thick cock, enjoying the size of it. He pulled back to shuck off his boots and take off his jeans, and while he did that, I took the opportunity to turn back to Ryan and kiss him.
His
cock rubbed against my belly, and I stroked it softly, feeling it buck under my fingers, expanding just once, a tiny bit more pre-cum oozing out of the head.

Then Derek was behind me, his fingers hooking through my panties. He pulled down, the wet cloth sliding past my thighs, and suddenly I was naked except for my high heels. I felt his fingers expertly unbuckle the straps. What was even hotter was his hair brushing against my legs, and the way he kissed the backs of my knees and up the back of my thighs as he undid my shoes and removed them.

Then he stood, gradually kissing from my ass all the way up my spine. His hands brushed my sides, the barest tickle as his fingers passed over my skin. Then he was standing again, and I felt his cock, thick and large, pressed against my ass, and Ryan’s cock pressed against my belly.

I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

Aaaaaand I was a little nervous, to tell the truth – especially when Derek whispered, “Why don’t we go to the bedroom.”

We stumbled into the bedroom, me pausing to kiss one guy then the other, their hands running softly over every inch of my body. The room was dark, but again, I could see their bodies from the city lights outside the window.

Ryan ripped back the covers on the king-size bed.

Now that we were getting down to brass tacks, I started to get really nervous.

“Guys… I don’t know…” I whispered, before Derek smothered my mouth with a kiss.

“Don’t know what?” he asked when he pulled away.

“I don’t… what are we… how are we going to do this?” I asked, stumbling all over my words.

“How do you
want
to do it?” Ryan asked as his hands roved over my body, and his hard, thick cock brushed against my side.

I swallowed nervously. “I
don’t
want to… you know…”

I could see Derek’s grin even in the dim light. “No, I don’t, actually.”

I felt like I was going to hyperventilate.

“I don’t want both of you at the same time,” I finally got out.

“Uh, yeah, we weren’t planning on that,” Derek said as he leaned over and sucked on my right nipple.

“Oh. Okay,” I said, relieved.

And maybe…
maybe…
the tiniest bit disappointed.

“Then… what are we going to do?” I whispered.

“Who do you want first?” Ryan asked, then kissed along the edge of my ear.

If I was going to be honest, I wanted Derek – but only because I hadn’t had him in three months. But I didn’t want to favor either one of them.

“I don’t know,” I breathed out as Ryan kissed my neck and Derek licked up my breast to my collarbone.

“Me first, then,” Derek said.

I turned to Ryan. “Are you okay with that?”

He looked at me a little grimly. “As okay as I can be, I guess.”

“Hold on, I’ll be back,” Derek said, and walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

“Condoms,” he shouted back from the other room.

Ryan frowned. “What? But she’s on – ”

I put a hand to his lips and shook my head ‘no.’

His eyebrows shot up. “…you never told him?” he whispered.

“No.”

“So you guys always used a…”

“Yes,” I lied, not wanting to go into the desert mushroom-trip explanation.

Ryan suddenly broke into a grin.

“What are you so happy for?” I asked.

“I feel like I won the awesome sex lottery.”

I laughed and clapped my hand to my mouth – just as Derek walked back in the room with a string of paper condom wrappers.

“What’s so funny?” he asked suspiciously.

“Nothing,” I said.

“No, what?” Derek demanded.

“I asked if there’s only one condom, would we have to arm-wrestle for it, and she said something about dick wrestling instead,” Ryan said.

I wanted to shout
I did not!
but since I couldn’t exactly blow his cover, I slapped his chest playfully instead.

“Yeah, just so you know, we are
not
going there,” Derek said gravely.

“Awwww,” I pouted playfully.

“He and I already covered the ground rules, and that is WAY out of bounds.”

“Why don’t you show me what’s
in
bounds?” I asked coquettishly.

“I’d be happy to,” Derek said seductively, right before he leaned in and kissed me.

Derek kissed me, his cock pressed hard against my belly – and then he pushed me back onto the bed. He stood above me, his erection jutting hard and stiff into the air, as he placed the condom on the head of his cock and slowly rolled it downwards.

Ryan was looking left out and forlorn, so I gestured to him. He sank down on the bed and began to kiss me, his left hand playing with my breast.

“Um…” Derek said.

“I want to be able to kiss and touch both of you,” I said. “Not just one at a time.”

Derek sighed. “Alright, fine. Just remember the rules, dude.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Ryan said darkly.

Derek lowered himself between my legs and began to lick his way up the inside of my thighs. I sighed and moaned as Ryan kissed me – and then he pulled away and stared into my eyes.

At just that moment, Derek reached my pussy and slowly began to lick up my lips to my clit.

One man going down on me, another staring into my eyes and caressing my face – it was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced.

Normally you don’t get to look into anybody’s eyes while that’s happening. At least not from three inches away.

True to form, though, Derek only spent a minute downstairs, and then resumed his climb up my body.

I wasn’t complaining
too
much. After all, I knew what was coming next.

He kissed my belly, my breasts, and then moved into place. I felt his large cock brush against the side of my thigh. Derek and Ryan looked at each other, and Ryan backed away – but he took my hand and began to kiss my palm.

Then Derek leaned over and began to kiss me.

I felt the head of his cock press against my lips… and then slowly ease inside me.

Jesus
Christ
it felt good.

I didn’t want to make Ryan any more jealous than he had to be, so I kept my moans subdued – but it felt wonderful. Inch by inch, Derek slowly entered me, and I felt him filling me up every step of the way.

At the same time, Ryan began to suck on my fingers – first just one, then the middle finger, too. His tongue slipped over my skin, and he drew me deep inside his mouth, letting me feel how wet and slippery and good my pussy must feel to his cock when he’d fucked me in the past.

“Oh God,” I moaned, partly just from the knowledge that Derek was inside me and I was inside Ryan at the same time.

Derek eased himself in and out, slowly moving deeper inside me, all the way up to the thick base of his shaft. I started whimpering and moaning in spite of myself as he began thrusting inside me, harder, faster, deeper. At the same time, Ryan was sucking on my fingers in the same rhythm, slippery, wet, sensual, erotic.

Derek began to slam into me, faster and faster, and I could feel my orgasm building – little throbbing contractions, building higher, bigger, faster, stronger, until I was screaming and thrashing underneath him, my eyes rolling back in my head. Suddenly he bellowed, and I could feel him contracting and spasming inside me, could feel every jet of cum as it splashed inside the condom, hot and thick. He collapsed on my body, heaving, his cock still spurting inside me every three or four seconds.

“Sorry…” he breathed out. “I haven’t come for weeks…”

He saw the alarmed look on my face, and added, “It was a solo outing. Me myself and I.”

“Oh,” I said, relieved. “I don’t mind… I mean, about how long it lasted. That was wonderful.”

He grinned. “Hold on,” he said, and gripped the base of the condom as he pulled out of me.

Unnnh.
Even him
leaving
me felt good.

When he pulled out, I was shocked to see how swollen the end of the condom was, how full of milky fluid.

“Jesus, you really
didn’t
come for a while, did you?”

He laughed, and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

I looked over at Ryan. “Are you okay?”

He shrugged. “Surprisingly… yeah.”

He leaned over and kissed me, and we stayed that way for a long moment before he pulled back.

“But I do have a request,” he said.

“What?”

“Let’s take a shower.”

“Okay,” I agreed, thinking it was probably about me being sweaty.

“I want to go down on you longer than he did.”

“Ohhhhhh,” I said, suddenly feeling myself getting even more turned on. “Let’s go.”

We surprised Derek in the bathroom, and he joined us in the shower. The hot water coursing over my body was incredible – especially with two gorgeous men soaping me up, running their hands all over my breasts, my ass, my neck and my legs. Ryan washed me gently between my legs, and I felt myself getting closer to an orgasm just from his touch.

Derek’s cock, though still large, was soft and pliant as it slid across my slippery skin.

Ryan’s cock was still jutting straight up in the air; it looked almost painful as it strained out from his body.

It also looked delicious. I couldn’t help myself, and I leaned over and took him in my mouth, working my lips up and down his thick shaft.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Ryan groaned as he put his hands in my wet hair.

“Hey,” Derek said, sounding like the kid who got a smaller piece of birthday cake than everybody else.

I turned around. “What?”

“You never used to do that for me.”

“Really? You want to talk about that
now?”

“Kind of.”

“Fine,” I said. “You were always demanding about it, always pressuring me into doing it.”

“Oh,” he said, suitably chastened. “But if I wasn’t like that… does that mean… maybe in the future…?”

“We’ll see,” I said.

“Fine,” he sighed.

Ryan, though, looked like he had won the sex lottery
twice.

I kept sucking him, but I didn’t want him to come. I wanted him inside me, so I stopped after only a minute or two. Once the suds were washed away, we toweled off and returned to the bedroom.

This time Derek lay closer to my head and began to kiss me and caress my breasts while Ryan began to lick my still-damp thighs.

He moved higher, his tongue softly probing my sex… and then he began to circle my clit, softly rubbing the tip of his tongue over the hood.

I moaned into Derek’s mouth, and grabbed Ryan’s hair with my hands.

Ryan went slow, and varied things as he went. First he licked my clit, circling it, slipping over it, lapping at it gently. Then he licked me up and down, the entire length of my pussy, parting my lips with his tongue, entering me, teasing me. Then he began to suck at my lips, then my clit itself, taking me into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over me, making me moan and twitch and grind my hips against his face.

Then he slowly slipped a finger inside and began to stroke.