Page 25 of Used By the Unicorn

Stirling steps aside in front of a darkened room. Soft strip lighting below an extra wide bed illuminates the room in a warm magenta. In the center of the bed, Boaz is reclining, totally naked, thick erection already in his hand.

He grins at us. “What did you decide?”

I lick my lips. Strange how my throat feels a little dry. “We want you.”

Boaz makes a slow stroke over his hard cock. His tail flicks against the bed. “And do I get to play with both of you, or only Stirling? I’m not complaining either way, just so you know.” He gives us a wink.

I look sideways at Stirling, who looks to be waiting for me to take the lead here. He gives me an encouraging smile.

“Both.”

Boaz makes an appreciative noise, stroking his cock a little faster. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”

I watch, unable to look away as the engorged tip beads with moisture and his hand moves faster.

Stirling’s large, warm hands rub down my arms. His breath tickles my neck as he leans in close. “Can I undress you?”

I nod, still not tearing my eyes away from Boaz. He watches me just as rigidly, stroking his cock up and down, waiting, I suppose, to see Stirling undress me.

The first thing Stirling does is undo the waistband of my jeans. Instead of pulling them down, he slips his hands inside, reaching beneath my shirt to slide them up my belly. My whole body shudders at the sensation. My back arches instinctively when his hands near my breasts. He stops before he gets there and slides his hands back down to grasp the hem of my top, lifting it over my head. I lift my arms to help him.

“So sexy,” Boaz says. Stirling unhooks my bra and I let it fall to the floor.

I love the way his belly tenses as he watches. As if the sight of me has increased the pleasure he’s giving himself.

“We’d be lucky to have you in our herd.”

It’s a statement I like far too much. I know I’m probably leading them on. I tried to be clear with Stirling about the whole friend thing. Still, I can’t help the way Boaz’s praise makes me want to squeeze my thighs together to hold onto the bloom of pleasure in my pussy.

“Like what you see?” I ask him.

“Very much. I would have liked to fuck you on the night of the party. Stirling beat me to it.”

“I couldn’t concentrate on anything else that night.” Stirling breathes against my ear.

His hands cup my breasts and knead them, making me moan. They’re so sensitive right now the touch is part pleasure, part pain, but I love that all the more. It’s enough to make me want to lean back against him. I know he’s strong enough to hold me up.

When I’ve almost adjusted to the feeling, he moves quickly to slide my pants over my hips. Kneeling, he helps me out of the jeans and shoes until I’m standing between them naked.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Boaz slides forward until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, thighs spread and veiny cock on display for me.

“Wait until you taste her,” Stirling says, guiding me forward.

“Mmm.” Boaz slides to the floor and looks up at me. “Can I?”

I lift one foot, placing it on the bed, spreading myself for him.

He doesn’t start slow. Instead, he dives right in, laving my cunt with his long tongue. My knees tremble. Heat surges through me.

Another set of firm hands holds me up and I’m grateful to Stirling. For a moment, it’s all I can do to focus on the sudden pleasure Boaz is giving me.

He groans.

I love his clear enjoyment. Suction on my clit has me shuddering.

Then another tongue goes to work on my ass and I realize Stirling is kneeling behind me.

“Oh, fuck!” They’re both working me either side, until I can barely stand. Can barely tell which way is up. I clutch Stirling’s hands over my hips and trust him to hold me up as my bodyexplodes into an orgasm that hits quick and rough, dragging me under a rolling wave of pleasure.

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