Page 34 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“I go first. That was the deal,” Brett growled. I felt so turned on by that possessive, wolflike growl that I nearly came in my panties right then.
We scrambled up the stairs to the apartment, stopping to press against the wall and kiss. Derek opened the door, grumbling. I reached back for his hand even as Brett moved me into the apartment. Derek caught my hand and followed. I knew none of us could wait, despite my best intentions to take it slow. Derek had had me right on edge in the bar bathroom earlier and I’d never really unwound from it.
“I want you, baby,” Brett said into my hair as he pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the ground.
He bore me into Derek’s room and onto that huge bed and stripped my jeans off me. I lay there, wanton and wanting, breathless in anticipation of what they’d do to me. Whatever it was, I wanted it. My breasts felt heavy and aching. My pussy throbbed with arousal. The palms of my hands itched, and the soles of my feet tingled with desire already. I wished recklessly that I could somehow take them both at once. I was that keyed up, that turned on. We were in the privacy of our home and I was ready to take advantage of it, to scream and beg and claw if necessary to get the release I’d been denied earlier. But I laid there, meek and waiting, because it was the fastest way to get what I wanted from them. I knew they’d take care of me. They were talking quietly, and then Derek joined me on the bed.
“Come here, baby, I want to talk to you,” he said. I propped up reluctantly on my elbows, turned toward him.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, something’s very right. We’ve got all night to make this good. I want this. Are you ready?”
“Yes!” I said, kissing him, “I want this. I want as much of both of you as I can have, all at once. Too much pleasure, all that connection, yes,” I kissed him again and again, his tongue and mine mating.
Then he stripped off his shirt and leaned back against the headboard. I sat with my back against his chest, and his hands trailed up my belly, his palms covering my breasts and working them. I started to pant. Brett climbed onto the bed with us, first straddling my legs and kissing my mouth while Derek’s hands moved between us, stroking my nipples, his knuckles bumping against Brett’s bare chest as Brett kissed me.
His big hands rode down my hips to my thighs and he opened them wide. With his thumbs, he rubbed the outside folds until I was quivering, my legs jerking. He stroked the inner lips of my slit and I writhed under his hands. Derek worked my tender nipples between calloused, rough fingers as Brett dipped a thumb inside me. I clenched around it instantly, so ready.
He stopped kissing me, looked in my eyes, “Do you want me?”
“Yes, God, yes,” I whimpered.
I wanted him to replace his hands with the big cock I saw throbbing in his boxer briefs. I was rubbing Derek’s legs through his jeans, feeling him get hard against my back. For an instant, I wanted him in me, in my ass while Brett penetrated my pussy. The very idea sent wetness spilling into Brett’s hands.
“What are you thinking, naughty girl?” Brett said, his mouth at my cheekbone as he rolled down his underwear, his cock jutting out. I wrapped my hand around it instinctively.
“I was thinking of how to take both of you at once, if my body could stand it,” I panted.
“Baby, we’ll give you anything you want,” Derek said, his fingers roaming down to find my clit even as Brett’s thumbs were pressing into my pussy.
My head dropped back against Derek’s shoulder as he teased my clit, as the thick, rough thumbs of Brett’s hands carefully aroused me until I was bucking my hips. My arm ran back around Derek’s neck, brought his face to mine to kiss him. We were kissing, hot and wet, when Brett took away his hands and I felt the wet, blunt head of his cock at my slit.
“We’ve both tested clean,” Brett said, “Let me fuck you raw.”
He was pushing my boundaries. I wanted them pushed. I wanted him, hot and slick with nothing between us.
“Please,” I whimpered, “Please, I need you inside me now.”
He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it around my pussy, spreading my wetness on himself with his hand. He teased me with it, with the lewd sight of it as Derek rubbed my clit with one hand, his other hand gripping my jaw to kiss me again. I couldn’t take my eyes off Brett’s cock, though, not even for the satisfaction of Derek’s clever tongue in my mouth.
