Page 54 of Twisted Ruck

I ran my hands up and down my body, over my stomach and up to my breasts. Slowly, I started to work loose the buttons ofmy blouse. One by one, giving them a hint of skin, then a little more.

Both guys watched avidly, their eyes wide and fixed on me. The tents in their pants growing by the moment. Pushing at the fabric, threatening to burst the seams.

I undid the bottom button of my blouse and turned my back on them to slide it down my shoulders and onto the chair I'd been sitting on. Glancing over my shoulder at them, I unhooked my bra and let it slide down my arms and land on top of the blouse.

Without turning back to them, I undid my jeans and pushed them down my hips before stepping out of them. I wiggled my ass at them and pushed my panties down to kick them aside.

I raised my arms above my head and lowered them slowly to grip my ankles. Giving them a full view of my rear hole.

"Holy fuck," Atlas breathed.

"You said it," Jay agreed. "Chelsea, you're incredible. So fucking amazing."

My head still down, I smiled at them from between my legs before straightening back up. I'd have to keep practising, or I'd lose my flexibility. That would suck, to say the least.

Atlas held out his hand. He pulled me to him when I took it and drew me closer until I stood between his legs.

"Jay is right, you're incredible. So fucking hot." He pulled me down to his knee and slammed his mouth down onto mine. His tongue explored inside my mouth, while his and Jay's hands wandered over my body.

I lay back across their legs, letting them see all of me and touch me however they wanted to. Wherever they wanted to.

Both feasted on me with their eyes, before rolling and pinching my nipples and sliding their hands between my legs.

"She's so wet," Jay marvelled, sliding his fingers up and down my slit.

"She's wet for us," Atlas said. "What do you think we should do with that?" He glanced at me speculatively.

"Whatever you want," I said. "Tell me."

I'd played out this scenario before with clients, but this was different. It wasn't just about fulfilling the needs of a paying customer. This was about giving pleasure to two men I cared about, and receiving it back from them. It was about giving them the freedom to show me how they liked to fuck.

"I want you to fuck Jay," Atlas said. "He hasn't had the pleasure of your pussy yet. I want to see him take you."

Jay swallowed audibly. "I want that too. Please."

He was so sweet to ask nicely.

I pushed myself up off them and knelt in front of Jay. I undid the buttons of his jeans and pulled back the flaps of denim. His boxer shorts were next. I hooked my pointer fingers in the waistband and pulled them down to let his erection spring free.

He lifted his hips to push his pants and boxers down to the floor before kicking them aside.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs and gripping his shoulders. My eyes on his, I lowered myself down onto his cock. Slowly, slowly, bit by bit, easing and deeper and deeper inside me.

His breath caught in the back of his throat. "Fucking hell. You feel so good." He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before tossing it aside.

"You look good together," Atlas said. "Talk about material for a spank bank." He pushed down the front of his jeans and gripped his cock in one hand.

Jay looked at him uncertainly. "You shouldn't have to?—"

Atlas waved him off. "Enjoy yourself. Fuck our woman and let me watch. I'm here for it."

My hands still on his shoulders, I pushed myself up until my pussy almost slid off Jay's cock. Faster than before, I loweredmyself back down. Again and again, I rode his lap, my breasts bouncing with each movement.

Jay watched them before cupping them, palming my nipples and rubbing his rough skin against them. The friction was incredible. Perfection.

Between that and the way Atlas pumped himself, his eyes glued to us, I was on the edge of orgasm in a handful of minutes.

The idea someone might walk in at any moment didn't hurt either. I was hoping they would. Let them see. Let them stand there and watch. In my fantasy, they joined in as well, but unless it was one of my guys, that wouldn't happen. I was a five-and-a-half man, woman. Six if Ramsey joined our little crew.

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