Page 40 of One More Gift
“No, no, no.” I get up on my knees and shuffle towards them, cupping their cheeks in my palms. Rough stubble has grown in while we’ve been ignoring the world, and they look hotter than ever. “I want you now. Both of you.”
Casper laughs. “Henry, she can handle it. I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“So sure.” I run my hands down their chests to their stomachs, and when they both groan deeply, I wonder if it’s them who should be taking a break, not me.
“Do I have your permission to fuck her?” Casper asks Henry, looping an arm around his shoulder.
“It’s not my permission you need. It’s hers.”
“Can I, angel?”
This would be the perfect moment to get my revenge, to tell them no, they can’t touch me now. They wouldn’t be happy about it, but I know they’d respect my wishes. But no, I couldn’t do that, because right now there is nothing I want more than both of them inside me.
Holy crap, this is actually happening.
All my dirtiest wishes are about to come true, and I don’t know where to begin. The possibilities are… well, not endless, but certainly extensive.
It never occurred to me, because I never actually thought this would happen, to think about who should go in what order, or where. Casper certainly has the most experience with anal, at least with me, but I don’t want Henry to think I don’t want that from him.
“You can,” I tell Casper. “But we left the lube downstairs. Can you grab it, please?”
He heads for the door, and I pull Henry closer, knowing I don’t have long.
“Henry, would it be OK if…” I trail off.
Oh gosh, this is awkward to ask.
“What is it, darling?”
“It’s just, this is goodbye for me and Casper, so I want to experience as much as possible with him before he leaves.”
Henry bites down on his bottom lip, and I can practically feel the heat pouring off of him. I love how much this is turninghim on. He grips my shoulders while I reach down and begin stroking his semi-hard length.
“You and I have all the time in the world to explore together. Tonight is all about you, so you can fuck whoever you want, however you want.”
“Thank you,” I beam up at him, grateful he understands.
He moves to sit at the head of the bed, guiding me up towards him, then angles his knees out to the side and pats his thigh.
“Rest your head here,” he says. “I want you to watch me get hard again while he fucks you from behind.”
Obediently, I get into position, keeping my knees together and my shoulders low. Henry scoops my hair away from my face and strokes it gently. This could just as easily be the two of us getting ready for an evening of fun together, but the door opens behind me and a shiver zips down my spine.
“Holy fuck,” Casper groans when he sees me bent over, ass high in the air and waiting for him.
“Casper,” Henry says. “You’re up, mate.”
Casper tosses the bottle of lube onto the bed and crouches behind me to fill my aching pussy with his tongue. My back arches but Henry palms the side of my head, keeping me pinned to his thigh.
With his other hand, as promised, he caresses himself, stroking his balls, then his shaft, working himself back to full stiffness.
It’s a beautiful thing to witness up close, and I take mental notes on the kind of touch and pressure he likes.
Casper gives me his fingers next, spreading my wetness all around and stroking my clit with the deft precision he’s honed over the years. He knows exactly how to tease me and keep me on the edge, but this isn’t that. This is the touch of a man who wants me to fall apart, and fast.
“Don’t fight it,” he says. “Come on these fingers, then I’ll fuck you right through it.”