Mateo.
Oh, god. My eyes roll back and I moan around Adrian’s cock while Mateo’s thumb circles my clit.
Oh, fuck.
It’s hard to concentrate. One hand is curled around Adrian’s cock but my free one digs into his side. I’m so turned on it almost hurts, but I need more.
I want them both. I need to please them both.
I want to fuck them both.
Mateo strokes my pussy as the thought goes through my mind and I cry out, the muffled sound vibrating around Adrian’s cock.
“Fuck,” Adrian groans, fisting his hand tighter in my hair. I move my mouth around him, caressing him with my tongue as I come up. Then I move my tongue and take him deep in my throat, shocks of pleasure coursing through me as he hisses with pleasure, as Mateo’s fingers push inside me at the same time. I’m so wet. He spreads my arousal, playing with my clit as I pleasure Adrian.
I need more.
I need someone to fuck me.
Popping off Adrian’s cock, I cry a little insensibly, “Please.”
I don’t have to specify what I need; Mateo already knows. He’s behind me on the couch and now he yanks me back against him, his deft fingers unhooking my bra while his lips find my neck.
“You like that, Mia?” he murmurs.
“Oh, god, yes,” I tell him, melting back against him.
“Adrian, touch my wife’s pussy.”
I could come right now, just hearing it. I don’t, but it’s harder to hold back when Adrian obeys without hesitation. His big, strong hand cups my pussy, then he slides his index finger inside me like it belongs there.
I’m breathless, needing more.
Mateo’s lips blaze a hot trail down the center of my back as Adrian continues to finger me. Oh, my god. Too many sensations coming from too many different places. I’m going to explode.
“Mia, do you want Adrian to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I cry, desperate for more.
“Is that how you ask?” he murmurs against my ear.
“Yes, please,” I amend, snaking against him as Adrian pushes his finger deep inside of me.
Mateo’s fingers skim my side, following a familiar path. He knows every inch of my body—owns every inch of my body. He knows just how to work me, just how to please me. His hand moves up my torso and he catches the weight of my breast in his palm, expertly teasing my nipple with the rough pad of his thumb. I lean my head back against his strong chest, then twist so he can lean down and claim my lips.
I gasp against Mateo’s lips as Adrian’s blunt finger rubs my clit. He teases it some more and I cry out against my husband’s mouth. “Please,” I murmur again, between kisses.
Mateo breaks away just long enough to issue a single order. “Make her come.”
I don’t have time to look at Adrian; Mateo’s mouth covers mine again, his hands cupping and playing with my breasts as Adrian explores my pussy. This is new territory for him. He doesn’t know my body the way Mateo does, isn’t familiar with every trick to wring the most pleasure out of me. It’s completely foreign, feeling Adrian push a second finger inside me.
It’s almost too much, being stimulated by both of these impressive men. Mateo already knows exactly how to touch me, so he plays me like an instrument. As Adrian stimulates my sensitive clit, Mateo squeezes my nipples and a spike of intense pleasure shoots through me.
“Oh, yes, please.”
Mateo knows what I respond to. He pinches, rolls, squeezes and flicks my nipples until I think I might die from the pleasure. This is fucking incredible. My body is loving every second, every caress, this delicious intimacy with both of them. As my husband obliterates my ability to think, Adrian’s very capable fingers find the spots that bring me the most pleasure. He’s a fast learner, that Adrian. My heart pounds in my chest as he caresses me, stokes the fire inside, threatening to burn me up.
Mateo’s lips drift away from my mouth, down the column of my neck. His voice is low and rough as he asks, “Do you want us to use your sweet little body, Mia?”
“Yes,” I plead, arching my body. “Please. Use me.”
Mateo’s words and Adrian’s fingers push me closer to the edge. My husband is so addictive; it’s difficult to concentrate on anything else when he’s playing with me.
I break away from Mateo, needing to get closer to Adrian. He catches me around the waist with his free arm, smiling tenderly as he tugs me close. He keeps thrusting his fingers inside me but now he pulls me into his lap. I brace my hands on his strong, sexy shoulders. God, I love his shoulders. It makes my heart pound to meet his gaze, but I do. Part of me wants to kiss him, but somehow that feels more intimate than what we’re doing now, across some line we haven’t stepped over yet.