Page 84 of Princess Avenged

Finally, Flame unbuttons Blade’s jeans and slowly lowers his fly. Then, reaching around from behind, Flame slides one of his hands into the gap formed by the opened zipper.

“Fucking hell!” Blade calls out, thrusting his hips forward.

The fabric is shielding the skin to skin contact and I long to see what Flame is doing to Blade. But it’s not hard to imagine, and I watch in eager anticipation as Flame strokes Blade under his jeans.

As desperate as I am to have one of them buried deep inside me, I am loving this, watching these two men enjoy each other. Plus, Flame is giving me a lesson on how to heighten Blade’s need.

Flame’s hand shifts from under the fabric, and Blade’s stiffness bursts free. Jutting toward me, its head glistens with moisture and promise, and I lick my lips, tasting his arousal on the air as the prospect of impending pleasure overtakes all the scents of the pine and birch forest.

Slowly Flame removes Blade’s jeans, pausing to remove his stylish leather sneakers, until Blade’s fully naked under moonlight that highlights the shape of his muscles and paints his skin with hues that almost seem blue.

“Now, Blade. Take off Flame’s jeans.” My voice comes out in a croak, and Flame grins as he rises, standing with his legs slightly spread and hips jutting forward as the now-naked Blade moves behind him.

Instead of mirroring Flame’s actions, Blade quickly pops open Flame’s button and plunges one hand inside his jeans. Grabbing Flame’s stiffness he strokes him under the fabric.

“Holy fuck, Blade. Shit. Buy a guy dinner first?”

Flame’s cheeks flush, and he breathes heavily as Blade roughly handles him under the fabric. Moisture dampens my upper thighs as my body throbs, enjoying this show, not wanting it to end, but at the same time begging to be part of it.

Blade slides out his hand, then quickly lowers Flame’s fly and tugs his jeans down to his ankles. It all happens so quickly, I gasp.

Flame is beyond rigid, and his freed erection rises to bounce against the springy hairs on his belly. He’s so engorged it looks almost painful as he takes it into his own hand.

“No touching,” Blade and I say in unison, and then we exchange a smile. I love how we’re in sync, wanting the same things right now, even if he’s the one delivering and I’m the one watching.

Flame’s hands form fists, as he struggles to keep his hands away from his cock. Blade’s hands drop to the top of Flame’s jeans, currently around his ankles, and then his hands slowly rise, making their way up Flame’s legs. My eye contact shifts to Flame’s, as Blade reverently explores the scars etched into his flesh. Remembering the first time I saw and explored those scars myself, makes my body insane with desire, almost ready for these stripteases to end.

Flame groans, as Blade’s fingers slide over him. His eyelids flicker, his pupils widen, and his cock continues to twitch, shifting as if searching for something to encase it. A service my body is more than ready to provide.

Blade continues to caress Flame’s legs, and then his butt, and then he rises to his full height as his hands slide over the front of Flame’s pelvis, his long fingers gliding closer and closer to Flame’s sex, but never touching it.

“Fuck man.” Flame leans his head back against Blade, their two faces so close together I think they might kiss. But then Flame shifts forward. Moving quickly, he kicks off his boots and jeans. The entire thing happens so quickly, it’s a blur, at least to my eyes, now hazy with arousal. And suddenly both are fully naked before me.

“Your turn, darling. Time for our show.”

Flame stands next to Blade, and I drink in the sight of them. Flame’s paler skin is decorated with springy hairs that look like spun gold in the moonlight, and contrast with the dark and nearly hairless planes of Blade’s form. My fingers itch to touch the men, to feel every luscious place my eyes can see.

Staring at the men, I lick my lips.

“Need any help?” Blade asks, and I realize I’ve been staring at them for what may have been a very long time.

Shaking my head, I kick off one shoe, then the other, revealing just a hint of my ankles and shins as I do. Then slowly I begin to lift the dress, sliding its hem up my body. The fabric, brushes over my exposed legs, and that tickle, combined with the night air, feels like tender kisses on my skin. The men’s gazes are also caressing my legs as the dress rises, their eyes fully focused on every half inch of progress.

The dress passes the tops of my thighs, and both men moan, as I expose the triangle of dampening hair there. Feeling bold, I spread my legs, loving how the cool air licks at the flames fully burning my sex.

I can’t wait anymore.

Quickly lifting the dress, I toss it to the side, and stand naked, bathed in the moonlight and pine-forest-scented air.

In a flash, the men are at my sides, their hard cocks striking my body with the delicious promise of everything I know very well they’ll deliver.

“Take me,” I say, not wanting to be in charge any longer. “Take me, both of you. Take me however you most desire.”

Chapter

Thirty-Six

Crusher

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