Blitzed(128)

Francois 'won' the quick game of rock-paper-scissors the boys played after I explained my idea, and Felix moved off the bed, dashing out of the room to grab a chair from the other room to watch. "So we keep going until?"

"Until one of us comes, then we switch out," I teased. "Be glad I don't say who comes has to tag out, or else you two would end up on the bed by yourselves at some point."

"No chance in hell," Francois said.

I had to laugh, although if they weren’t half brothers the idea of those two getting it on did fill my body with a fresh wave of heat. Hey, what woman doesn't think about that every once in a while? “Don’t worry, I’m just kidding.”

Francois lay down on the mattress, his eyes fixed on me as I swung my leg over his head and lowered myself to his waiting mouth. The first touch of his tongue was amazing, and I had to resist the urge to just ride his mouth and tongue to a screaming orgasm.

Still, the cock that was rising in front of me was delicious looking, and I bent down, reaching out with my hand to stroke Francois's cock while licking the soft, velvety arrow-shaped tip. I was too short to take him as deep as needed to really bring him to an orgasm, but that was great for me. Stroking him while I licked, I was able to please him.

Licking in long, penetrating strokes that parted my lips, his slightly rough tongue found every nook and cranny, nerves I didn't know I even had sending pure pleasure signals to my brain. Sweat broke out on my back as Francois wrapped his strong hands around my ass and pulled me down on top of him, while at the same time stiffening his tongue and impaling me on it. Reaching deep inside me, he licked me until I was shivering, unable to do anything but stroke him haphazardly while my hips ground down on his face. Jabbing his tongue into me over and over, I was trembling on the edge of coming. "Francois . . .”

Withdrawing his tongue, he flicked it over my clit again, back and forth so quickly that I was pushed over the edge. Throwing my head back, I cried out softly as I came, grinding down on top of him. Shuddering, I stayed there while he let me recover before climbing off of his face. He was grinning like a fool, his face happy and shiny.

Felix came over and ran a hand down my spine and kissing the curve of my neck and I groaned as he slid behind me. Reaching around, he cupped my breasts and massaged them in his strong hands while his cock pressed into the cleft between my ass cheeks. "Love me, Felix."

Felix's hands stroked me from breast to stomach over and over, holding me securely. Nibbling on my earlobe, he brought his lips around to the side of my head opposite his brother and whispered in my ear.

He pulled me back onto his body, letting me lean into him, his chest pressed against my back. "I was so jealous of Francois as I sat over there. Part of me wants you all to myself, to be the only one who touches your body or has a place in your heart. Because you’re the only one who has mine."

Keeping up his soft mumblings of tenderness, he brought his right hand down down between my legs, rubbing in slow circles. After the orgasm Francois had given me, I’d expected to be sensitive, but Felix knew exactly how much or how little pressure my body needed, going slowly to let me recover.

I moaned, the last sound drawing out when his cock surged against my back. "Mmm, you want back there?"

"Yes," he whispered. His long middle finger parted my folds to penetrate me, sliding in and out around my clenching muscles. "But only if you want it."

"Later," I promised, "I promise you some time, you’ll have it, but not tonight.”

"I understand," he said softly, his voice happy with my promise. I knew that Felix would wait forever if needed for me to fulfill my promise, and be happy the whole time."

Felix added a second finger, curling them inside me until he found my spot. I squeaked as he began to rub, causing him to chuckle in my ear. His left hand found my breast again, teasing the nipple and massaging the soft weight while his fingers curled over and over, stroking time and time again. I'd had an orgasm like this once before, and it built differently. For long minutes I felt more intense pleasure in my breasts than down below, which felt increasingly like I needed to pee more than anything else. Then suddenly, the urge to pee was replaced with white hot pleasure, my body roaring toward another massive orgasm, my voice coming in incoherent growls and mewls as Felix drove me higher and higher.

“Let it go,” he whispered in my ear as he stroked his fingers one more time, my body exploding in another orgasm. I thrashed and tossed my head from side to side as I clenched around his fingers, his still hard cock pressed against my lower back. When it passed, I was wrung out, exhausted, but hungry for more.

I lost count of the number of times that they brought me to orgasm that night, knowing that I was secure and happy in their arms. It was the sexual equivalent of an all you can eat buffet, and I couldn't get enough. Fingers, tongues, mouths, and cocks teased my body until I lost all sense of time or place, knowing just that the man who was with me was devoted to me and I was devoted to him.

After hours of passion, I had awoken a powerful, commanding side to Felix, and even though I was exhausted, I couldn't help but respond. Filling me with his amazing cock from behind was the man who was my king, the one who commanded and I obeyed, and I was thrilled to my core by it.

He reached up and took my hair in his fist, wrapping it around his hand once. "Tell me want it, Jordan.”