Page 45 of Disorderly

Jarrod pulled back, leaving me dazed. The absence of his warmth, even though he hadn’t touched me with anything more than his mouth and where his legs pressed against mine as he leaned over, tightened my nipples from the cool air.

“Ready for more, Baby Girl?” I nodded, eager to continue. Their actions had been so quick that I hadn’t had time to panic or think things through. And I liked that. The non-thinking that was. It took the guesswork out of it. I wasn’t worried about where to put my hands, about if I was doing things right, if I measured to the other women they’d been with. Instead, by letting them control things, reading my reactions, I could experience things like I always wanted. There was no waterpark incident. It was only them. Only me. And what we could do together.

Jason transferred me into Jarrod’s waiting arms as he slid out from under me, moving to one side of the bed. And when he was situated on his side, facing in, Jarrod placed me on the bed between them. I stared up at my ceiling, at the glow-in-the-dark stars that covered it. Peter had put them up when he left for university, telling me that they were in the same pattern that he’d see outside his window. He told me that whenever I missed him, to look at the stars and know that he was looking at the same ones. So it somehow seemed fitting that the first time I’d experience pleasure at the combined hands and bodies of Jarrod and Jason, that Peter would be involved. Even if it was only under the stars he placed there.

Jarrod and Jason mirrored each other, lying on their sides, propping up their heads in the hands, elbows bent. With their free hands, they lightly traced the bare skin of my chest. Up, down, circles, and wavy lines, they traced them all, but never once did they touch my hard, pointed nipples.

“Have you tasted her skin yet? Her plump, sweet nipples?” Jason asked Jarrod as if I wasn’t there. As if he wasn’t driving my crazy, scraping the edge of his nail in tighter and tighter circles, growing closer to the nipple he spoke about.

“I have. And it’s even sweeter than you say.” Jarrod tilted his head and stuck out his tongue, pressing just the tip to me. It was enough to make me groan as my chest heaved, straining to get more, straining to feel more. “She’s so responsive.”

“Agreed.” Not to be outdone, Jason lifted his hand off me so that neither of them touched me. But before any self-doubt could take root, he leaned over, sucking my nipple, my breast into his mouth. I’d watched mothers breastfeed their babies before and I imagined the feeling was similar. Just hotter when it was a man like him doing the sucking and absent the maternal feelings. But just as swiftly as he moved, he retreated, leaving my wet nipple and breast toying in the air, tingling from the mixture of the warm wetness and the cooler air.

Needing more, needing to touch them, I twisted my wrists, giving my hands to the room they needed to press against their hard ridges. Twin inhalations proved my mission had been a success. It wasn’t their legs I managed to touch, but from the size under my hands, they could have been. Not that I had any comparisons to them, never having touched one before.

“You don’t need to,” Jason began.

“This is all about you,” Jarrod continued.

But they didn’t stop me, pressing themselves deeper into my palms. Not that I could really do anything more than that, but hopefully it would be enough, that they would be able to use my hands like that to get themselves off.

“What else have you done with our sweet, Katy? Have you seen the rest of her body? Tasted other places?” Jason licked his lips as he bucked into my hand.

“I haven’t, have you?” Jarrod plucked at my nipple, pinching it tight and the releasing it with a suddenness that left me gasping. Neither reacted facially. It was as if I wasn’t there. As if I was only a plaything there for their amusement. Yet I didn’t feel ignored, or like I didn’t matter. I couldn’t when their every muscle tensed at my tiniest of shifts.

“Not yet.” He leaned over me, stretching across my chest without touching me. “But soon,” he whispered before dropping his head, taking my other nipple and Jarrod’s fingers into his mouth. This time the matching inhalations came from Jarrod and me. To know that Jason was sucking on Jarrod’s fingers at the same time he gave me pleasure turned that simmering fire inside me into an inferno. It dwarfed the feelings of need I’d experienced with Jarrod before. With my legs free to move, I shifted my hips, needing their touch there.

My movements didn’t go unnoticed. When Jason lifted his head, tugging on my nipple until it fell from his mouth with a pop, he smirked. And Jarrod dragged his wet fingers down my skin until it met the deep V from my pyjamas near my belly button.

“But I did give her an orgasm. Let her ride my cock until we both came. Got to watch her skin flush in pleasure under my hand.”

“Lucky bastard.” Jarrod grinned at Jason’s comment. The smug look made him even hotter. I licked my lips as a groan of frustration fought for freedom. These guys were killing me. Had I agreed to slow? Whatever had I been thinking? Oh, that’s right, I wasn’t. I’d been blinded by their looks, struck dumb by their touches. Or maybe I hadn’t believed that they’d be slow. Not when Jarrod jumped in with blinding speed into that kiss.

“But it was all over clothes.”

Jason’s eyebrows rose. “And you came, too?” At Jarrod’s nod, Jason groaned, gaze dropping back to my body, burning me wherever it touched. “Fascinating.”

But instead of touching me, of trying to find that pleasure for himself, for me, he left me bereft. I was heating up from the inside, dying for them, but instead of indulging me, they continued to talk as if I wasn’t there. Their touches done almost absentmindedly. This wasn’t what I wanted. This wasn’t what I expected. It was nothing like what I experienced at the pool. Yet it was somehow even better. Their large bodies crowded me, caging me in, a similar feeling to when it happened at the pool, but still different enough that it didn’t raise the fear. Then didn’t touch me as much. It wasn’t body against body, but I could feel their heat as if they we were touching from head-to-toe. It made my skin itch, wanting to be pressed into them more.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

I lost my composure. If they weren’t going to give me what they offered then I was going to demand it, to take it. “Stop talking about it and just do it.”

Two faces turned to me, staring at me with glittering eyes as they smirked. “Are you wanting something, Baby Girl?”

“Needing something, Love?”

And to back up their words, they touched me. Each one palming a breast, squeezing, and kneading it as they kissed up and down my neck. Each taking a different path so that when one went up, the other went down, confusing and exciting my senses.

“Please… yes… more.” I spit out nonsense words as their touches overwhelmed me. It was what I’d felt at the pool times a million. What those two idiots at the pool sparked, these two set on fire, a raging inferno. One I hoped never burned out.

“Do you like that? Having Jarrod’s hand and lips on you while mine are?”

I turned my head to look Jason in the eye and pouted. The whine in my voice from my desire, my unquenchable thirst almost made me embarrassed, but at this point I didn’t care. I was just a melted pile of need in their hands. “Your lips aren’t touching me.”

He chuckled as Jarrod nipped me, swiping his tongue over the muscle between my neck and shoulder, soothing it.

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