Hailey released the button of her jeans. “Of course, we could wait if you want.”
She slid the zipper down, giving them a peek of her blue silk bikini panties. If they knew how wet she was, what would they do? She slid her hand underneath the thin fabric and rubbed the tip of her middle finger around her labia, then dipped it inside her soaked vagina. Her eyes drifted closed, and she bit her bottom lip as the heaviness in her sex grew.
She could come like this…with them watching. Her finger wasn’t long enough to touch her G-spot, wasn’t thick enough to fill her. But the heel of her hand rubbed her clit. And she had their undivided attention. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel their rapt gazes.
She widened her knees and rocked her hips against her hand. Her toes dug into the rug. She cupped her breast then rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, sending bolts of pleasure to her cunt. So close she was panting, she only heard her heartbeat, her breathing. Only felt the pleasure coiling in her core.
The orgasm crashed over her, pitching her forward, forcing her to abandon her breast and catch herself as her sex clamped around and against the hand she’d used to masturbate. As the strength of the contractions eased, an embarrassed flush crept over her body.
What had she just done?
“Babe,” Mark said, his voice strained. “Look at Tony.”
Why she was so embarrassed? Good God, she’d had sex with both of these men at the same time, been sandwiched between them as they kissed, sucked and licked every inch of her body.
Mark worked his hand between her chin and her neck, giving her no choice but to lift her head. She sat back on her heels.
“Look at what you’ve done to Tony.”
She peered across the room through half-closed eyelids. Tony sat in the chair, a leg draped across the arm. He’d unbuttoned his shirt, so the shadows caressed the dips and mounds of his chest and abdomen. The fingers of one hand were splayed across his heart. His jeans were open, his white boxer briefs bunched down below his smooth balls. He fisted his cock, and as she watched, he stroked and thrust his hips forward. His head had fallen back. His eyes were closed, but his expression was ecstasy.
“Tony,” she croaked through dry lips.
He cracked his eyelids.
He stood and pushed down his jeans and boxers, then stepped out of them and strode toward her and Mark. He knelt beside her, knees spread, his rigid cock jutting toward her, his shirt hanging open, the tail caressing his thighs.
“I’ll get the lube,” Mark said as he eased away from her. “While I’m gone, I want you to think about me fucking your ass.”
Her anus contracted at the graphic words. A milky white bead of semen leaked out of Tony’s penis.