Lead and Follow (13 page)

With the tip of her tongue she traced head and shaft, each ripple and ridge. She took him deep. All the way down. Paul moaned softly, but that sound was cut off. She flicked her gaze up. Dima held Paul by the scruff, kissing him with an open, hungry mouth. They breathed heavily as their kisses made gorgeous wet noises.

Paul grabbed the back of her head with one hand and looped his free arm around Dima’s neck, bringing him closer. God, they looked marvelous. Strong and toned, they ate each other with growing relish. Dima broke off and licked along Paul’s stubbled jaw, drawing forth another low groan. Paul tightened his grip on her head, and she obliged him by taking the full, rigid length of him again.

Dima reached down and held her there. Maybe Paul would’ve let her go, but not Dima. He cupped the base of her skull, fingers twined with Paul’s, and forced her to deep throat the man they shared. She rolled her eyes closed. She’d never felt so powerful and so vulnerable at the same time, which loosed a flood of wetness between her legs. To touch herself would mean letting go of one her prizes, and she wasn’t ready.

Dima twisted her hair in his hand and pulled her back. She inhaled on that slight sting of pain. His dark, expressive desire sent tiny shivers down her back. “My turn, little one.”

Whereas Paul was all things new, she licked and sucked Dima with something close to familiarity. That made her attention somehow more personal, not the mechanics of lips on a new dick.

He had leaned down slightly, kissing Paul’s firm chest while Paul simply dropped his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed on a strained swallow. Lizzie swiped her tongue down Dima’s slit to lick his salty precome. Again with his hand holding her head, he forced her deep.

Since her mouth was doing all the work, she gave in to temptation and slid her right hand between her legs. With her left she continued to work Paul’s cock, fully base to tip, using a rhythm meant to keep him excited—not get him off. None of them wanted an early finish.

Dima urged her off his dick. Wiping beneath her chin, she dragged that trickle of spittle up across her lower lip.

“
Ty krasavitsa
.”

You’re beautiful.

Lizzie smiled. “I have quite the view too,” she said, feeling cheeky. She tingled everywhere.

He took over working Paul’s erection and nodded for her to lie back. “Give us a show, little one.”

Her smile deepened. Back slightly arched, she reclined on the couch and spread her knees wide. She teased herself just as she’d teased the men, using quick flicks and long, tense plunges into her pussy. All the while she feasted on the sight of Dima and Paul—their kisses, their straining bodies.

Paul pulled back and took a breath. For a split second she was afraid he’d call it off. Dima must’ve thought the same thing because his hands tightened on Paul’s shoulder and cock.

He only grinned. Against Dima’s throat he rasped, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good to hear.”

“Would you…?” What was nearly a blush sat across Paul’s cheekbones.

Lizzie stilled her anxious pulse. She held her breath, while Dima bit his lower lip in anticipation. He wasn’t usually so transparent.

Paul stalked nearer, closing the gap between those beautiful male bodies. They embraced, strong arms crisscrossing strong backs. Dima thrust his hips tightly, buttocks clenching, with his cock snugged up against Paul’s. Mouths battled in a fierce kiss.

Head thrown back, eyes half closed, Lizzie reached a plateau that was nearly as strong as an ordinary orgasm.

“Would I what?” Dima asked in a raw whisper. “What were you going to ask?”

“Never mind. I’m following.”

Dima tweaked his nipple and dragged unforgiving fingers down the ladder of his ribs. “Tell me.”

“Would you suck me?”

Lizzie shuddered, her whole body tightening. Dima closed his eyes briefly, shoulders bowed, as if he too had been laid low by that blunt, breathless request.

His surprise didn’t last long. He dropped to his knees and splayed his hands over Paul’s ass. No gentle seduction, he sucked hard and fast with no preparation.

Paul would’ve staggered if not for Dima’s strong grip. He hissed sharply. “Fuck.” Hands shoved in Dima’s hair, he stared down at where another man’s mouth completely enveloped his erection. Lizzie could only watch, lips parted, as she worked her pussy.

After tonguing the underside of Paul’s shaft, Dima swirled over the head. With his fingertips, he edged deeper around the muscles of Paul’s ass cheeks. Kneading. Pulling. Paul laced his hands at Dima’s nape and held him there, thrusting softly, his hips gyrating in a grinding pulse. Tension popped the tendons along his forearms and bunched his triceps into hard ropes. His abdomen rippled with muscle.

Dima crossed his forearms around Paul’s thighs and ass, pulling the man’s groin even closer. Paul spread his legs to allow him freer play and moaned when Dima deep-throated him. All the way down. Head buried. Paul grunted, and Dima answered with the same.

Lizzie couldn’t hold back anymore. Those paired noises made her think that Paul was going to come in her partner’s mouth. The thought alone sent her over the edge. She shoved two fingers in her cunt and fucked herself, back bowing, breasts thrust up as she burst apart.

When her gray haze faded, she opened her eyes to find the men smiling at her. Paul’s was open and happy—apparently simply glad she’d enjoyed herself. Dima’s, however, revealed hard power. He crawled forward, knocking her hand out of the way.

“Starting without us?”

“Couldn’t help it.”

“Girls can be very sensitive after they come.”

She licked her lips, still buzzing, and nodded. “Yes.”

“Stay still,” was all he said before dipping down. He licked her from back to front, lapping up her juices with a taut tongue. Lizzie squirmed when he reached her clit, but he grabbed her hips to keep her from drawing away. Swiping at it, pressing, he heightened her sensation to almost painful levels.

“
Dima
.” She pushed his shoulders.

When he drew up his head, his lips slick and shiny, he still wore that hard-edged smile. “Paul. Your turn.”

He held one of her thighs while Paul knelt and pinned the other. They took turns, petting each other’s backs as they slurped and sucked at her pussy. Lizzie writhed on the couch. Together they pushed her past her post-orgasm trance and back to the verge of coming.

She panted but didn’t fight them anymore. The torture was too beautiful to deny, too intense, as she burned from the inside out.

Just when she thought Dima would send her over the edge, he drew back and chuckled softly. “So hungry for more, little one.”

“You know it.”

“I think we should be mindful of our guest, especially since you’ve already come once.” He ran his hand up Paul’s spine and curled tense fingers around the base of his skull. Paul leaned into that touch, his eyelids heavy and his mouth slightly open. “What would you do to our pretty girl, if you had the choice?”

“Fuck her.”

Lizzie inhaled. Dima’s body twitched where his hip notched against her inner thigh. She grinned at him, loving how easily Paul’s bluntness undid her stoic partner.

Dima recovered quickly. He always did. Mistakes weren’t meant to be lingered over, but attacked anew. Conquered. He was bulletproof.

“How?” he asked. “If I had my guess, you’d want access to her backside.” He ran his other hand down Paul’s front, past his bellybutton, past his cock, to cup his balls. There he gently played, toying, stroking with his thumb. “You can’t keep your hands off her lush ass, can you?”

Paul’s eyes had zoned to a place of pure pleasure. “Can you?”

Dima angled a sharp, dirty look at Lizzie. “Her ass gave me my first hard-on, but ever since, it’s been her fantastic tits.”

She blinked.
How long has he looked at me that way?

Without another word, he released Paul and seized Lizzie’s hips. She was so used to the mechanics of momentum and balance when it came to lifts that she forgot how just plain
strong
he was. Over she went, flipped to her stomach. Her knees sank into the couch cushions. After giving her ass a hard swat, he dipped lower to slip two fingers into her pussy.

Bowed low, he said against her spine, “Paul should fuck you, don’t you think?” She made a noise in her throat. Dima withdrew and gave her another slap. “Answer, little one.”

“Yes. I want him inside me.”

“Condoms,” Dima said. “Wait here.” He padded off to the bathroom.

Paul replaced him, his body flush, pressing her against the back of the couch. He dragged his hands up her torso to cup her breasts. “He’s right, you know.”

“About?”

“Your tits are fantastic.”

She giggled. “Men.”

“We’re not complicated. A little T&A goes a long way.” He pulled back to knead the flesh of her ass. “Damn, you are hot.”

“Harder. It’s okay.”

He pinched and squeezed, hands roaming over her upper thighs before returning to her butt. Mimicking Dima’s example, he gave her a quick slap. “You sure?”

“Oh, yeah. I am so fucking turned on.”

“You and me both.”

The smacks he laid across her ass were sharp, playful—and a far more even cadence than his breathing. He was practically grunting with each stroke. Lizzie eased into every one. Sensation over sensation. She loved the sweet with the rough, and loved it when a man could give her both.

With his mouth snuggled next to her ear, he asked, “How does all this turn out, generally?”

“Turn out?”

“With other guys you share.”

Lizzie turned to look back over her shoulder. She reached to touch his jaw and offered a gentle smile. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew?”

“You’re the only one, baby.”

He was so cute when he looked a little knocked sideways. So fucking hot—out of breath, as his muscles gleamed with a sheen of sweat. “Really?”

“We’re playing this by ear just as much as you are.” She smiled at Dima when he returned with the condoms. “Isn’t that right?”

“Playing by ear,” he said with a smirk. At least this time his intentions were clear enough to Lizzie. Most times he was completely unreadable outside the usual professional bounds of determination and frustration. She had no doubt, however, that Dima fully intended to initiate their pretty toy—one day, if not that evening. “With a few quiet expectations.”

Paul shook his head, grinning, as if he too saw through the game.

Taking Paul by the hips, Dima rolled a condom down the man’s long length. He maneuvered between Lizzie and the couch to sit on the floor, his face situated right in front of her pussy. He supported behind her knees. As a preview, he snaked out his tongue and licked her clit. Lizzie shivered, just as Paul nudged the head of his cock between her folds. His hands were like vise grips on her hips.

One mouth ready to suck her mindless.

One cock ready to plunge deep.

Arms braced on the back of the couch, she drew in a long breath. “Goddamn, boys. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Chapter Twelve

Dima’s world narrowed and expanded at the same time. Two days ago, he never would’ve guessed he’d be sitting in front of his couch looking up at Lizzie’s gleaming pussy. He’d wanted it. Imagined it. What he hadn’t imagined was watching as she arched back, about to fuck a hard cock. Skin and flesh and muscles filled his entire vision.

He couldn’t help the chuckle that worked out some of his tension. “Your fun is pretty much the point, little one.”

Giggling, she dropped her head to look down the stretch of her body at him. “Because you get nothing out of this? Nothing at all?”

Paul’s tanned hands smoothed over her stomach before running back down to her hips. “If he tries telling us yes, I’m sure not going to believe it. This has to be one of the hottest moments of my life.”

“Paul?” Dima slid his hands up the backs of Lizzie’s legs, until he could fold his thumbs along her swollen lips. He pressed inward so the tip of Paul’s dick was slightly compressed within the hold.

“Yes?” The response came out sounding strained.

Dima tipped his face up. Flattening his tongue, he started at the base of Paul’s shaft and kept going until he could flick Lizzie’s clit. The taste of latex wasn’t his favorite, but he’d never put her at risk.

“How about you shut up and fuck our girl?”

The fingers wrapped around her hips pinched tight. Lizzie’s surprised inhale worked straight to Dima’s cock, a surge of power.

Under Dima’s keen eye, Paul’s prick sank into her. So slowly, every ridge and vein disappearing within her slick lips. Lizzie bowed back into the invasion. The tendons along the insides of her thighs strained. Dima licked her skin. Sweat and a hint of her essence.

He followed that sleek path up to her smooth flesh. Licked her clit once, twice. Fuck, she tasted good and responded even better. Her spine dipped so that she could offer the most access for both him and Paul.

The only thing better was tilting his head to get to both of them. Lizzie’s warm, soaking cunt and Paul’s thick cock plunging into her. Dima licked them in one move. The jerk and stutter of Paul’s rhythm was nearly as gratifying as Lizzie’s soft squeak.