Page 25 of Deck the Skulls
Rissa felt so overwhelmed it took her too much time to figure out what Anatoly was asking her.
Consent. He wanted her to agree to having sex with them. There was no way she was walking away from these two men. At least not until she got to experience everything they had to offer.
“Stay,” she said, then realized how she sounded. That wasn’t her. Forcing herself to focus, she was proud at how much stronger she sounded when she spoke again. “I’ll stay.”
The moment those two words were out of her mouth, Zan reached under the hem of her shirt. He pressed his fingers against her flesh just above her hips on either side. His touch felt hot and made her entire body react as Anatoly’s “good girl” hit her ears and sent a strange thrill through her brain.
Zan ran his fingers up the sides of her torso, taking the shirt with him. “Arms up,” he commanded, and she obeyed before his words registered in her thinking brain. He whisked her shirt off as Anatoly sank to his knees in front of her and went to work on her shoes.
“I can take my clothes off,” she protested.
“You’re a gift to us. We want to open our gift,” Anatoly said, looking up at her. Did his eyes look red?
She forgot about Anatoly’s eyes when Zan unlatched her bra and tugged it off. Naked from the waist up, she went to cover her breasts, but Zan grabbed her wrists.
“Let me worship these gorgeous beauties,” he begged, guiding her hands down to her sides. She let her arms drop, and Zan let go of her wrists to cup her breasts. She was a sizable girl, and her breasts matched, but they fit in Zan’s big hands.
“Perfect,” he said, gently kneading her flesh. On the rare occasion she’d bothered having sex, the men were usually harsh with her breasts, twisting and squeezing until she pushed them away. Her breasts had always been sensitive, and it was easy for a partner to be too rough. Zan was different. He was careful right away. His touch felt good instead of something for her to endure.
“Can I put my mouth on your breasts?” he pleaded, running his thumbs over her nipples.
The image of Zan sucking on her nipples made desire roar to life. “Yes!” she gasped, letting her head drop back against Zan’s shoulder.
At this point, Anatoly had her shoes off and was unsnapping and unzipping her skirt. While Zan touched her breasts, Anatoly worked her skirt off her hips, then down her thighs, taking her panties with them.
Soon she was completely naked between two fully dressed men. It was that last part that pierced her desire-fogged brain. Anatoly leaned forward to place a kiss on her belly, and she cupped his cheek, urging him to look up.
“I want to see you,” she said. “Please, I want to see both of you.”
“I think she wants you to strip,” Zan said. His voice was deeper than normal and had a growly quality that gave her goosebumps.
“Of course,” Anatoly said, getting to his feet and toeing out of his shoes. “Anything Rissa wants, she can have.”
She watched him pull off his shirt to reveal a lean, chiseled chest and almost no chest hair. He pulled down his pants and kicked out of them. His uncut cock was long, with a nice curve and a drop of pre-cum beading the tip. She wanted to put him in her mouth and suck on him. She wanted to hear him gasp and beg.
“I think she likes what she sees,” Zan said, running his thumbs over her nipples again.
That reminded her that there was another body she hadn’t seen yet. “You too,” she insisted, startled at how husky her voice sounded.
“Only if I get to switch positions with Anatoly,” Zan said, letting go of her breasts. “He should get to do this too.”
She couldn’t agree more. “Yes.”
Zan let go and stepped around her while Anatoly moved so fast that one moment, he was in front of her, and the next, he was behind her in almost the exact same position Zan had been in. The difference was the lack of clothing which meant his erection was pressing against her naked ass, and it felt delicious.
As she watched Zan shed his clothing, she reached back and wrapped her hand around Anatoly’s dick. He gasped and pressed into her hold, begging for more.
“Touch me and watch Zan,” he growled into her ear as he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. She braced for pain, but when he plucked at her sensitive flesh, it didn’t hurt. It was as if he knew exactly how much pressure to use to make it feel good.
And it felt so damn good!
She wanted to close her eyes and focus on what Anatoly was doing, but she obeyed his command and kept her eyes on Zan.Unlike Anatoly, who pulled his clothes off quickly, Zan went slowly, doing a striptease for the two of them.
Zan was a big guy, but he moved with a fluid grace that she envied. Grasping the hem of his shirt, he pulled it up slowly, revealing an inch of flesh at a time. His six-pack was covered in soft looking hair. The muscles in his torso flexed as his arms went up, dragging the shirt with them.
Watching him reveal that expanse of chest made her mouth water. She wanted to run her hands over every part of him. She wanted to pull one of his small nipples into her mouth and suck. She wanted to rub her cheek against the soft mat of hair on his—
Rissa gasped. She’d been so distracted by his chest; she hadn’t realized his pants were gone until her eyes dipped down. If Anatoly was large, then Zan was extra-large! She’d never handled a cock this size.