I sat between them on the bed in silence, wrapped in my own thoughts. Head hanging, eyes closed, just thinking.
A deep, velevty voice broke me from my reviere.
"Mya. Baby, you don't have to do this. It's ok."
I yanked my head up and stared into rich, dark brown eyes. Eyes that I knew. Eyes that I trusted and a rogue tear drop cascaded down my cheek.
Ryan. I had known him my whole life. He is a few years older than me, but we had always been close. It started as a big brother/kid sister relationship, but by the time I hit 16 and he 22, things shifted.
So here I am, sitting in the middle of an unbelievably comfortable bed with Ryan to my left and his best friend Kevin to my right and the possibility of a threesome looming over our heads.
I continue to stare at Ryan for a never ending moment until he breaks contact and looks past me at Kevin. An unspoken agreement must have been made because I feel Kevin's weight shift off the bed and I turn to see him exit to the living room. I turn slowly back to Ryan. Before I can utter a word, he pulls me into his lap. My head on his shoulder, his lips on my forehead. I pull away to look at him again.
"I'm sorry." I utter softly.
He cocks his head to the side and asks what's wrong.
"I don't know. I don't know him." I say pointing in the direction of the living room where Kevin has gone.<
"You do know him."
"Not like I know you."
"But, you've known him for years."
"Two years, Ryan. That's it."
We stare at each other. Quiet. Angry. Neither willing to concede defeat. I give up.
"I'm scared."
"Of what?" Ryan asks.
"I'm not sure, really." I reply.
"Well, how about I tell Kev to come back in and we just flow. If you feel uncomfortable, we'll stop. No questions asked."
I agree and Ryan makes a move to get Kevin. When they enter the room, Kevin pauses and says, "You good, ma?" with a hint of amusement in his eyes. I reply yes and can't help but to giggle. Kevin is a cool dude. I feel more at ease already.
As soon as I end my chuckle, the energy in the room changes and the two men before me become sexually charged beings, stalking slowly towards me. They the predators, I the prey. There are no traces of laughter or smiles. It's about to go.down. Their body language is already writing this scandalous story. Ryan walks and takes a seat directly behind me on the bed. Kevin sits in front, stretching my legs out in front of me. Ryan tilts my head back towards his lips and kisses me with an intensity that leaves me literally gasping for air while Kevin is silently pulling down my pants.
The room is quiet, but silent currents of electricity crack and pop around us as Kevin slides my panties down my hips. He looks dead into my eyes, smirks and pushes my knees far apart. His head cascades down to the apex of my thighs and I immediately jerk. Ryan grabs me by my shoulders.
"Trust him, baby."
I can only whimper in response as my body succumbs to the sweet torture Kevin is giving with his tongue. The more I try to back away, the tighter Kevin's grasp gets on my thighs until I can do nothing but scream my release as Ryan rubs my hair and plants gentle, wet kisses on my neck. Under heavy lids I can see Kevin crawling towards me and I accept the kiss that he wordlessly offers. Deep, slow, sensual.
I'm exhausted, but energized at the same time. I move out of Ryan's lap to straddle Kevin. His eyes say he is surprised by the advance. Once I have him pinned down, I kiss him once again and begin to remove his clothes. I make quick work of the shirt, but move excruciatingly slow with the pants. Button. Zipper. Then a trail of slow kisses down his chest, stomach, and navel. I pull down his pants and then his boxer briefs and begin to stroke him. He's big. Not much in difference to Ryan. A pleasant surprise.
I take him into my mouth slowly, working the head first so I could get a good rhythm and excellent lubrication. Rhythm established and liquid circulating, I speed up and take more of him in. I haven't quite tamed my gag reflex, but it's not much of a hinder. Ever, the proud man, Kevin does not moan, but grunts. That's cool, I'll have him whimpering when I'm done. As my confidence gains, I decide to go for the balls. Just as I descend, I feel a Sharp yank of my hair. I look at Ryan whose face is impassive, but I sense that he is unhappy.
I move to him obediently, apologetically and take his already uncovered member into my mouth. I know how he likes it. Sloppy and I deliver without hesitation. I feel warm hands circle my waist. Kevin. He's pushing against me requesting entry. I let him in and immediately let out a long and lustful "Ahhhhhh...."
Ryan yanks my hair back to his middle and hisses "Don't stop." The only sounds in the air are slurpping and skin meeting violently. It's hot. A sheen of sweat is on my skin and I feel a single droplet roll down my back. This is too much. I feel my walls beginning to clinch and Kevin's thrusts get more demanding and then it happens. I let out a torrential scream that I'm sure the neighbours have heard. I collapse onto my back, gasping for air with tears streaming down my face. Kevin's dick? Phenomenal. But, I feel like I wasn't supposed to enjoy it that much.
As I come back to my equilibrium, I feel familiar hands rub up my thighs. I know what it means but I don't know if I can take anymore. Ryan fixes himself between my legs and stares into eyes as he enters me. His hands grasp my hair and his lips move close my ear.
He whispers, "Did you like fuckin him?"
"Yes." I whimper.
"More than you like fuckin me?"
I didn't respond fast enough and he thrust deep into me one hard time. He repeated his question with more urgency.
"Do you like fuckin him more than you like fuckin me?"
"No!" I practically scream.
Kevin watches the seemingly one sided conversation with piqued curiosity. Ryan shifts us suddenly so I am on top of him. He is pumping hard and fast. I can barely keep up with him. I see his eyes divert for the briefest second making me aware of the movement behind me. Ryan pulls me close to him and says,
"Don't let him do it."
With that one phrase, it dawns on me that this has become a testosterone driven challenge. One that I don't mind because sex has never been this good for me.
I feel Kevin behind me. His front pressed firmly against my backside. His hard dick pushing against me.
Here comes that feeling again. My whole entire body heats up. I feel feverish, and as if I'm going to pass out. Seemingly of its own will my backside grinds into his front. I'm cautious, but curious. I glance down at Ryan. His eyes are telling a story that his mouth never will. He's mad. Furious. I'm pushing limits. How far will he let me go before he stops me?
Just when I feel Kevin position his dick towards my ass and push against it, I stop.
"No, Kevin."
"No?" He asks as if confused.
"No." I repeat looking at the smug grin on Ryan's face.
An awkward silence fills the room. Kevin is still frozen behind me. I'm still sitting on Ryan's dick. No one knows what move to make next. Finally Kevin clears his throat and moves towards the bathroom. Acknowledging defeat? Perhaps.
So here we are. Still connected in the most intimate way. Ryan says,
"What made you stop him?"
I almost slip and say "You." but I pride myself on never letting him know exactly where he stands. He does the same to me. It is a truly terrible game. I suffice with saying,
"What would you do if somebody was trying to stick their dick up your ass?" Of course with as much sarcasm as I can muster.
He laughs and pulls me toward him for a kiss. I stop him. A look of surprise followed by confusion registers on his face.
"I want to stop now." I say as the look of confusion turns to hurt. He lets me up with no questions asked as promised. I move towards the bathroom that Kevin has now vacated. I wash up and redress as hot tears of frustration fall down my face. I have got to stop letting him control me like this.
A deep, velevty voice broke me from my reviere.
"Mya. Baby, you don't have to do this. It's ok."
I yanked my head up and stared into rich, dark brown eyes. Eyes that I knew. Eyes that I trusted and a rogue tear drop cascaded down my cheek.
Ryan. I had known him my whole life. He is a few years older than me, but we had always been close. It started as a big brother/kid sister relationship, but by the time I hit 16 and he 22, things shifted.
So here I am, sitting in the middle of an unbelievably comfortable bed with Ryan to my left and his best friend Kevin to my right and the possibility of a threesome looming over our heads.
I continue to stare at Ryan for a never ending moment until he breaks contact and looks past me at Kevin. An unspoken agreement must have been made because I feel Kevin's weight shift off the bed and I turn to see him exit to the living room. I turn slowly back to Ryan. Before I can utter a word, he pulls me into his lap. My head on his shoulder, his lips on my forehead. I pull away to look at him again.
"I'm sorry." I utter softly.
He cocks his head to the side and asks what's wrong.
"I don't know. I don't know him." I say pointing in the direction of the living room where Kevin has gone.<
"You do know him."
"Not like I know you."
"But, you've known him for years."
"Two years, Ryan. That's it."
We stare at each other. Quiet. Angry. Neither willing to concede defeat. I give up.
"I'm scared."
"Of what?" Ryan asks.
"I'm not sure, really." I reply.
"Well, how about I tell Kev to come back in and we just flow. If you feel uncomfortable, we'll stop. No questions asked."
I agree and Ryan makes a move to get Kevin. When they enter the room, Kevin pauses and says, "You good, ma?" with a hint of amusement in his eyes. I reply yes and can't help but to giggle. Kevin is a cool dude. I feel more at ease already.
As soon as I end my chuckle, the energy in the room changes and the two men before me become sexually charged beings, stalking slowly towards me. They the predators, I the prey. There are no traces of laughter or smiles. It's about to go.down. Their body language is already writing this scandalous story. Ryan walks and takes a seat directly behind me on the bed. Kevin sits in front, stretching my legs out in front of me. Ryan tilts my head back towards his lips and kisses me with an intensity that leaves me literally gasping for air while Kevin is silently pulling down my pants.
The room is quiet, but silent currents of electricity crack and pop around us as Kevin slides my panties down my hips. He looks dead into my eyes, smirks and pushes my knees far apart. His head cascades down to the apex of my thighs and I immediately jerk. Ryan grabs me by my shoulders.
"Trust him, baby."
I can only whimper in response as my body succumbs to the sweet torture Kevin is giving with his tongue. The more I try to back away, the tighter Kevin's grasp gets on my thighs until I can do nothing but scream my release as Ryan rubs my hair and plants gentle, wet kisses on my neck. Under heavy lids I can see Kevin crawling towards me and I accept the kiss that he wordlessly offers. Deep, slow, sensual.
I'm exhausted, but energized at the same time. I move out of Ryan's lap to straddle Kevin. His eyes say he is surprised by the advance. Once I have him pinned down, I kiss him once again and begin to remove his clothes. I make quick work of the shirt, but move excruciatingly slow with the pants. Button. Zipper. Then a trail of slow kisses down his chest, stomach, and navel. I pull down his pants and then his boxer briefs and begin to stroke him. He's big. Not much in difference to Ryan. A pleasant surprise.
I take him into my mouth slowly, working the head first so I could get a good rhythm and excellent lubrication. Rhythm established and liquid circulating, I speed up and take more of him in. I haven't quite tamed my gag reflex, but it's not much of a hinder. Ever, the proud man, Kevin does not moan, but grunts. That's cool, I'll have him whimpering when I'm done. As my confidence gains, I decide to go for the balls. Just as I descend, I feel a Sharp yank of my hair. I look at Ryan whose face is impassive, but I sense that he is unhappy.
I move to him obediently, apologetically and take his already uncovered member into my mouth. I know how he likes it. Sloppy and I deliver without hesitation. I feel warm hands circle my waist. Kevin. He's pushing against me requesting entry. I let him in and immediately let out a long and lustful "Ahhhhhh...."
Ryan yanks my hair back to his middle and hisses "Don't stop." The only sounds in the air are slurpping and skin meeting violently. It's hot. A sheen of sweat is on my skin and I feel a single droplet roll down my back. This is too much. I feel my walls beginning to clinch and Kevin's thrusts get more demanding and then it happens. I let out a torrential scream that I'm sure the neighbours have heard. I collapse onto my back, gasping for air with tears streaming down my face. Kevin's dick? Phenomenal. But, I feel like I wasn't supposed to enjoy it that much.
As I come back to my equilibrium, I feel familiar hands rub up my thighs. I know what it means but I don't know if I can take anymore. Ryan fixes himself between my legs and stares into eyes as he enters me. His hands grasp my hair and his lips move close my ear.
He whispers, "Did you like fuckin him?"
"Yes." I whimper.
"More than you like fuckin me?"
I didn't respond fast enough and he thrust deep into me one hard time. He repeated his question with more urgency.
"Do you like fuckin him more than you like fuckin me?"
"No!" I practically scream.
Kevin watches the seemingly one sided conversation with piqued curiosity. Ryan shifts us suddenly so I am on top of him. He is pumping hard and fast. I can barely keep up with him. I see his eyes divert for the briefest second making me aware of the movement behind me. Ryan pulls me close to him and says,
"Don't let him do it."
With that one phrase, it dawns on me that this has become a testosterone driven challenge. One that I don't mind because sex has never been this good for me.
I feel Kevin behind me. His front pressed firmly against my backside. His hard dick pushing against me.
Here comes that feeling again. My whole entire body heats up. I feel feverish, and as if I'm going to pass out. Seemingly of its own will my backside grinds into his front. I'm cautious, but curious. I glance down at Ryan. His eyes are telling a story that his mouth never will. He's mad. Furious. I'm pushing limits. How far will he let me go before he stops me?
Just when I feel Kevin position his dick towards my ass and push against it, I stop.
"No, Kevin."
"No?" He asks as if confused.
"No." I repeat looking at the smug grin on Ryan's face.
An awkward silence fills the room. Kevin is still frozen behind me. I'm still sitting on Ryan's dick. No one knows what move to make next. Finally Kevin clears his throat and moves towards the bathroom. Acknowledging defeat? Perhaps.
So here we are. Still connected in the most intimate way. Ryan says,
"What made you stop him?"
I almost slip and say "You." but I pride myself on never letting him know exactly where he stands. He does the same to me. It is a truly terrible game. I suffice with saying,
"What would you do if somebody was trying to stick their dick up your ass?" Of course with as much sarcasm as I can muster.
He laughs and pulls me toward him for a kiss. I stop him. A look of surprise followed by confusion registers on his face.
"I want to stop now." I say as the look of confusion turns to hurt. He lets me up with no questions asked as promised. I move towards the bathroom that Kevin has now vacated. I wash up and redress as hot tears of frustration fall down my face. I have got to stop letting him control me like this.
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