“Do you have a condom?” Nash asked Cord. There was no aggression to the question. I liked the way they seemed to work together to keep me satisfied and safe. I didn’t sense competition or awkwardness.
“A condom, yes. Thanks for the reminder.” Cord went to the bathroom as Nash continued to suck and tease my nipples. This was Cord’s house. By the time he returned with a string of foil packets between his fingers, I was arching my back, moaning for more of Nash’s mouth.
“She’s so ready,” Nash said to Cord, his voice thick. “Her scent is driving me wild, even though I just came.”
My scent? I hadn’t used any perfume after my shower—I wasn’t a fan of chemical fragrances, preferring essential oil blends instead. Hopefully I didn’t smell like grilled onions.
“I know,” Cord agreed.
I didn’t get it, but I was beyond caring. Cord had stripped off his shirt and the sight of his bare torso made me want to throw myself at him. In fact, I practically did. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my lips to his mouth.
We kissed, and Nash—still sitting on the bed—slid his fingers between my legs from the back, opening the cleft of my ass with his thumb. I bucked my hips at the sensation.
“Why don’t you go back to your chair, Cord, and she can climb on top for her first time.”
Cord must have liked the suggestion because he walked backward, taking me with him. “Does that sound good to you, beautiful?” he asked, breaking the kiss.
I nodded, watching as he unbuckled his belt, then his jeans, dropping them to the floor in a heap, along with his boxer briefs.
He was just as well-endowed as Nash. A bit longer, but not as thick, with an angle to the left. He sat back in the armchair, ripped a condom off the strip, and rolled it on his erection. I straddled his lap, my knees resting on the cushion outside his thighs.
He gripped my hips, holding me aloft with that same strength that had surprised me back at his clinic. “Take my cock, beautiful.” His voice sounded thick, like he could barely hold back. “Rub it over your slick little pussy until it slides in.”
I obeyed, stroking myself with the head of his sheathed cock until it settled in the notch and my flesh parted. It didn’t hurt, but it was a stretch, even having used toys before. My breath stopped, and Cord used his strength to hold my weight and keep me from fully seating over his member.
“Take your time,” he coached. “We go at your pace, sweetheart. Make it feel good.”
I did. I relaxed and took him deeper, inch by inch, until I made contact with his thighs and could grind my clit down on him.
“That’s it, beautiful.” He slowly guided my hips tighter, tugging me against him, then back, keeping my clit in contact with his root the entire time.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
“That’s so hot,” Nash said from the bed.
I looked over my shoulder at him, wondering if he felt left out. Even though he’d already come, his dick was hard and he was stroking it.
“Do you want to join in?” I asked. I didn’t know the protocol for threesomes, but I couldn’t stand the idea of disappointing either of these men. I had a dick in me for the first time and I was clenching it, trying to adjust.
“I just wanna watch.” Nash’s voice sounded as thick as Cord’s had. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”
“You’re okay with Cord having sex with me?”
“Cord, yes. Fuck, it’s such a turn-on watching his dick sink into you.”
Knowing Nash found us beautiful made it all the more arousing. Not that I wasn’t already in the throes of the most erotic sensations I’d ever experienced. Being filled by Cord felt like a freaking life purpose. How could I have thought sex toys could deliver satisfaction? Nothing—nothing—compared to this. I turned back, and Cord’s gaze met mine.
Sweat dotted his brow and I had to imagine holding still was costing him. I lifted and lowered, gasping at the delicious sensations. Then I closed my eyes and let go. I rode Cord, dizzy with lust, drunk with pleasure. My head lolled around on my neck, my breasts bounced, I arched my back. It all felt so perfect. So delicious.
Then it became not enough. A sense of urgency washed over me. I ground down harder on Cord and he pulled and pushed my hips faster, letting me ride him at the speed that matched my new need.
It still wasn’t enough, and I whimpered.
I needed more. Oh God, I was desperate.
“She’s ready to come,” Nash observed.
I was. I was definitely ready.
“So am I,” Cord choked. “But it’s so good, I don’t want it to end.”