Drake puts a hand on the back of my neck and steers my mouth toward his, stealing my mouth in a rough kiss. Their fingers roam my body until I don’t know whose are whose. My bra comes off while I’m back to kissing Drake, then someone pinches the tight bud of my nipple, sending a blast of arousal to my core.
I need them.
With each of their cocks still in my hands, I drop to my knees between them. One at a time, I slip their boxers all the way down and continue stroking their impressive lengths. Gazing up at their hungry expressions, I pull Hunter to my mouth first. Keeping the other hand moving on Drake, I lick a wet circle around the head of my husband’s cock before swallowing him down until he reaches the back of my throat and I start to gag. Leaving his shaft nice and wet, I jump over to Drake’s and do the same.
Their filthy groans fill the hotel room as I go back and forth between them, teasing them and keeping them wanting more. Then, looking back up again, I pull their cocks toward each other’s, and I hear one of them gasp as they slide together, slick with my saliva.
I know Drake is still mad at Hunter, and I don’t want to force him into anything he doesn’t want to do, but I also know it’s a delicate balance right now, and one little move might be enough to push these two over the edge and past their respective hang-ups.
Apparently, that one little touch of their cocks was enough because when I look back up, Drake’s hand is on Hunter’s hip. It’s enough to have those butterflies in my belly going wild.
I pull them both toward my mouth again, fitting the heads of their cocks against my tongue and trying to fit them both in as much as I can. Their groans get louder, and I feel someone’s hands in my hair.
“Goddamn, Red. You look so fucking good taking our cocks like that,” Hunter says in a low, raspy growl.
“She likes two cocks. Don’t you, baby?” Drake asks.
“She needs two cocks,” my husband replies.
I nod as I suck them each down again. I can’t get enough of their pleasure. But when I notice Drake’s hand pull away from Hunter, I do what I can to bring them back together. Releasing my lips from their cocks, I coat them each again, so they’re perfectly slick, and I point their cocks upward as I slide them together again. I wrap my hands around them both, so they’re so close, they’re practically chest to chest, leaving almost no room for me.
Slowly their gazes travel from me to each other, and I hold my breath in anticipation. I keep up my stroking as I notice the erratic movement of their chests. As the moments stretch, I wait.
Finally, it’s Hunter who makes the first move. Maybe it’s his way of showing that he’s sorry, but I knew it would never be Drake to make it. He needed Hunter to do it for him.
Hunter grabs him by the back of the neck and crashes their mouths together. Drake’s eyes squeeze closed as he holds the back of Hunter’s head. I let out an uncontrollable whimper as I watch them kiss. It’s so hot and carnal, like they can’t get enough of each other. My body is on fire with desire, just from watching this one kiss.
When they finally break apart, their chests are now heaving, and I rise to my feet, eager to kiss the lips that were just fused together. I reach for Hunter’s first, sliding my tongue against his, wanting to tell him just how much I love him and how incredibly hot that was. My husband just kissed someone else while I watched…and it was amazing. This all feels like a dream.
Moving from Hunter’s mouth, I go to Drake’s, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. Hooking his hands around my thighs, he pulls me easily into his arms, and I wrap my legs around him.
“I think she’s ready for us,” Hunter says as Drake carries me to the bed.
“I’m ready,” I cry out in a needy whine. Drake drops me onto the mattress and runs his hands down my body, tugging my underwear off in a quick swipe. Then he places his hands on my thighs, parting them wide as he leans down and places a warm kiss against my clit, first with just his lips and then with his tongue.
I cry out, digging my fingers in his long hair and grinding him against me. He kisses me three more times before rising up and leaving me writhing alone on the bed. When I glance up, I notice him rifling through his bag, and I assume he’s coming back with a condom, which he does. But he has something else too.
As he returns, he has a devious expression on his beautiful face. “Want to know the best part of being your husband’s best friend? I know everything he’s ever done to you. Everything.” Drake crawls back over my body, hooking an arm under my knee and pulling it up to expose every part of me. Then he draws a line with his finger down the back of my thigh, straight to my ass. I tense as he starts rubbing circles over the tight hole. He leans his face in close, pressing his lips to my ear. “I know he’s fucked you here. I know all about how you begged for it, how you soaked your bed because you came so hard, how you used a toy on yourself while he fucked your ass.”