Taking Turns (Turning #1)(76)

I draw in a deep breath. “And what did you decide?”

“No more talking, Chella.”

Hands pull my legs apart, spreading them wide. “Your * is so pretty,” Smith says. “Should we lick it?”

Fuck. Both of them? “Yes,” I say, a little out of breath already.

The mattress dips on both sides of me. One hand on my left thigh, one hand on my right.

I cannot move. I cannot breathe.

Two mouths are kissing my stomach. Two hands on my breasts. Two fingers slipping inside me at the same time.

I picture what it must look like. As if I were just an observer, looking down from the ceiling.

They are both naked now, like me. Their hard bodies pressing against mine. My hands are aching for both of them and my palms wrap around two long, hard cocks. I pump them. The mic is gone. My head is filled with nothing but the hypnotic music and the sound of my own heavy breathing.

One of them moves up, his mouth kissing between my breasts, my neck, my mouth. I’m hungry for him, whoever he is. Bric or Smith. It doesn’t matter. He sits up, straddles my chest, and then the tip of his dick is pressing against my lips. I open my mouth and take him in, just as the other one lifts my legs and opens me up. His lips are caressing the folds of my *, finding my clit, and then his tongue flattens out and he licks me. Long laps of his tongue start to drive me wild.

I am lost in the sensations. I’ve been blindfolded before. Many times. But never with two men. Never have there been so many sensations coursing through my body. Never have I felt this sexy, turned on, ready to accept anything they want. Ready to surrender to the erotic, carnal nature of sex.

The man at my face pulls his cock from my mouth and kisses my lips. And then he is on the move. Lifting my body up, sliding underneath me. His hands hug my stomach, his arms encircling my waist. Surrounding me with his claim on my body.

But at the same time, the other one eases himself between our legs. His hand is slick with lube and he presses a wet finger into my * to get me ready. Seconds later a cock is there. I squeal at the pressure and the pain, but whoever is in charge right now slows down, lets me gets used to his thick girth, and his cock slips deep inside my ass the moment I relax.

Fuck.

I’m still being held by those arms when another body is on top of me, pressing against my breasts as his mouth finds mine and we kiss. We kiss hard, and soft, and fast, and slow. We kiss every way we can. Like we are so damn hungry, we can’t control our urges.

The blindfold is ripped away. The headphones removed from my head. Smith is on top. I lean my head back and Bric is whispering in my ear. “Yes,” he says. “Yes.”

“Yes,” I echo, looking at Smith again. His hand is between my legs playing with my clit. The other one is pumping his hard cock.

The look on his face is starvation.

He scoots up, his muscular thighs pressing against Bric and me, and when his cock slips inside my *, I don’t moan… I scream.

With pleasure.

I am gone. I am done. I am right where I want to be.

I am in heaven.

They f*ck me. I f*ck them. Bric’s strong arms never stop hugging my waist. Smith’s punishing mouth never stops kissing mine.

I come so fast, they both start to laugh while I writhe between them.

Before I’m even done, Smith drags me off of Bric and says, “On your knees.”

I already miss them both as they jerk off. I open my mouth and this makes both of them smile as they come on my face.

I don’t know if it’s luck, or skill, or simply fate.

But I am… in heaven.

Smith reaches over to the bedside table, grabs a washcloth and cleans off my face

This is what I’ve always wanted. “More,” I moan, so sad that it’s already over. “I want more.”

Bric pulls me back into his arms and we fall onto the soft bed, laughing. He pulls my back into his chest as Smith settles next to me. He places a hand on my cheek as Bric whispers sweet things in my ear.

“This is just the first time, Chella,” Bric is saying. “It will only get better.”

Smith kisses me and smiles, then closes his eyes and hikes a leg over mine, claiming me, even though another man is hugging me tight.

And we just breathe.

This is why I’m here.

I wanted them both.

And now that I have them, I will never them let get away.





Chapter Twenty-Six - Chella




The next morning Bric wakes early, and I wake with him. Smith is still here, which surprises me a little. I figured he’d be gone. But he’s not. He’s got his face buried in a pillow, legs spread out across the bed.

“Where are you going?” I ask in a whisper.

“I gotta go take care of some things downstairs,” Bric says, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. “Are you going into work today?”

“Yes,” I say. “I have to be there early, actually. We have a delivery today and it’s scheduled for eight AM.”

“I thought Matisse was the only exhibition until March?”

“He is,” I say. “But I’m in charge of the Denver Undiscovered Artist Show in February and our gallery is where the jurors choose participants.”

Bric comes back out of the bathroom as he lets the water get hot. “Sounds fun,” he says, kissing me on the mouth. It’s a nice kiss. He holds my face as he leans and when he pulls away, I reach for him.