Page 18 of Eternally Devoted

Icouldtake my panties off. But I’ve always had this fantasy of looking down and seeing two men work me over beneath the tender confines of my virtuous cotton panties. Something feels so naughty and so hot, and I have to have it.

Sterling’s expression pinches, and I think he may reject the idea, fearful that we’re moving too fast or that I may suggest something he’s not ready to do. But then a chill hits my wet pussy, and I look down to find his large hand sweeping the cotton aside. Dash’s hand lays in wait, resting in the crook of my thigh. He must be watching Sterl’s hand too, but I can’t look away long enough to know for sure.

One blunt fingertip traces my seam, making my lower half sizzle, my spine vibrating against the couch. A groan bounces around Sterling’s cavernous chest, burning through me like aheatwave as he pulls the tip of his finger back, stringing my arousal. Another grunt and he’s breaching me, one little bit at a time, sinking his finger deep into my pulsing core.

My head falls back against the couch as I watch his finger delve deeper, bringing his curled knuckle flush with my swollen lips.

Dash leans over, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and I arch off the couch with a hiss. I do my best to cover Sterling’s hand with my panties, obsessed with the shape of him beneath the cotton fingering me. Taking Dash’s hand, I lift the hem of them just slightly and guide him, placing his thumb carefully over my aching clit.

My entire body always blooms for these men. But with Sterling’s middle finger slipping in and out of me, curling deliciously at all the right times, and Dash carefully playing my clit, my high is just beginning.

“You want us to make you come, hmm?” Dash rasps, his voice thinning more and more as the arousal between the three of us intensifies. He’s so hard, a wet spot forming where the head of his cock impales his pants. It’s so sexy.

I nod, taking a seductive bite of my bottom lip. “Us,” I reply, bartering. “I want you and Sterling to make me come,together,” I breathe, searching his eyes for the answer to my unasked questions.Will you two come together for me? To please me? To be with me?I can’t ask any of that, not yet, so instead I swipe my tongue along my dry bottom lip and breathe, “It’s all I’ve wanted for averylong time.”

Casting my eyes downward, I pull at the hem of my stretched panties, and peer at the sight between my spread legs. Sterling adds another finger as I watch, expertly fingering me, his lips now dusting my ear as he makes his feelings known. “So soft, so wet,” he grunts, his smoky tone new to me, infusing me with desire. Twisted onto his side, against my hip, I feel how big andhard he is, and wonder what that thing would feel like in place of his fingers.

I wonder what Dash would feel like in my throat as Sterling stretched my cunt.

Turning to face Dash, I find him in the same position, on his side, his erection brushing my hip as he uses my arousal to swirl circles on my clit.

I don’t want to think about why we’ve never done this before. Or why Sterling has never asked me on a date, or Dash, either. I don’t want to think about how I’ll explain my hand and the dog once the adrenaline is gone and they realize something serious happened.

I just want to watch them fuck me with their talented, rough hands, and I want to unravel for them.

If both of my hands were working properly, I’d reach down and grab them, but because I can only curl my fingers on one hand, I’ll wait on my dirty skiing fantasy. My hips have a mind of their own, rolling gently against the butter-soft leather of Sterl’s couch. My eyes don’t leave their hands, watching intently as the need coiled in my core reaches boiling point, and my vision slowly fades as my orgasm crests.

“Oh my, oh my,” I gasp, finally succumbing to the extreme pleasure, slamming my eyes closed as my head falls back. Grinding against their hands, my hungry pussy clenches in waves, riding Sterl’s fingers and grinding Dash’s hand. “I’m coming,” I manage, words finally untangling themselves as they spill from my lips.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

“You are so beautiful when you come, Juniper.”

The words seem to drift along my body, over my shoulders and into my ears. A painful pulse hammers beneath the tear in my hand, and I know I’ve probably overdone it tonight. But asthe intensity of the orgasm falls away, I’m left with the warmth of the two men I adore all around me. Finally, for what feels like the first time in my life, there’s a sated humming between my thighs.

My tired eyes finally flicker open to catch Dash looping my pants around my ankles, his erection still aggressive. Sterling, who must’ve slipped away for a moment, swipes between my thighs with a warm towel.Of course he warmed the towel. Our eyes catch.

“You need sleep,” he comments, swiping away the sticky mess from my thighs and panties. I appreciate a man who knows about UTIs. But even in my twilight state, I hate that he likely knows that from other lovers. Sleepiness saunters through me, and I yawn, wondering if the soft strawberry curls at Sterling’s neck have ever been twisted around another woman’s fingers in the throes of passion.

A moment later, I’m over Sterl’s shoulder, an adorable Dash pacing behind us, my new yellow dog in tow.

“If you need anything, I’ll be on the couch. And Dash will be in his room,” Sterl says, gently lowering me into the center of his bed. His room is cool and dark, the arousal-inducing scent of his masculinity seeped into every surface, infiltrating my brain. If it weren’t for the adrenaline crash, being in his bedroom with both of them would prepare me for round two.

But I’m just so exhausted. So much thinking, so much worry.

It’s too much for me right now.

“Thank you for everything,” I tell him, then add the same thing I say to them both in text, and in person, knowing in my heart it holds a much different meaning this time. “I love you guys.”

Sterl adjusts himself, and I see he’s still painfully aroused. “Love you too,” he says, his voice growing hushed as he pulls the curtains, blocking out even the smallest trace of moonlight.

“Love you too, Juni,” Dash says, squeezing my foot over the comforter.

Then they’re gone, and as much as I know I have to explain, and definitely now need to talk about what just happened, the safety of being in their home after so much trauma… it puts me right to sleep.

The yellow dog, too.

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