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I lift my free hand—my left one is still busy with Carter’s crotch—and use my fingers to invite Everett over.
His eyes narrow and for a minute I think he plans on ignoring me, but after a moment that lasts too long in my opinion, he gets up and sits to my right.
Immediately, I break away from Carter and turn to kiss Everett.
His kiss is different. Where Carter is full-on force and passion, Everett is all about the promise. His tongue avoids mine, then touches the tip or runs it along the back of my teeth, but when I try to fully taste it, he retracts it again.
“You’re a tease, aren’t you?” I ask, pulling away.
He smirks with a smoldering look that I know can send me down a spiral. Thank fuck this is only for a night.
He dips back to my lips and takes my lower lip between his teeth, pulling, breathing hard, his nose pressing down on mine.
Carter is planting hickeys along my neck and shoulder while his hand finds my cock. He rests his palm on it, his finger pressing on my taint.
Since I have both hands free, I put them under both their pants and wrap them around their cocks. An uncontrollable whimper vibrates out of me. Carter feels long while Everett feels thick, and I just want to drop down and take them both in my mouth.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” I whisper when Everett lets my lip go.
“Agreed,” Carter says and bucks his hips to slip his pants off. He’s not wearing any underwear.
I look down at him, and his crotch is as clean-shaven as the rest of his body. He’s at least seven inches and circumcised. Everett mimics his friend. He’s about six inches, but thick as fuck and uncut.
“You guys are gonna make me cum before we even get to the good bits, flashing me those things,” I say, looking from one to the other, licking my lips and trying to decide which one to start with as if I’m picking ice cream flavors.
“You said we’re overdressed.” Carter laughs.
“You were, but give a girl a minute.”
I lift my hands and squeeze both their faces. I don’t know what sort of God or Goddess has taken me under their wing, but I’m fucking grateful to them for sending these two beauties my way.
I grab them both by the back of the neck and pull them to my mouth for a three-way kiss that’s so hot, it causes my body temperature to rise.
Our tongues meet in the middle and lick until I can no longer tell which tongue belongs to whom, not even my own.
Carter grabs the hem of my T-shirt and pulls away.
“Why are you still dressed?” he asks and smiles at Everett who also grabs the hem.
“And you’re calling me a tease,” Everett tells me.
They lift my Tee off and then Carter gets to work on my jeans, undoing the buttons, and then Everett grabs both the band of my jeans and my underwear and pulls them off.
“There. Much better,” Carter says.
“I’ll say,” Everett groans, sitting on the floor getting the skinny jeans off my ankles but staring at my cock with a real hunger.
I grab the back of his head, my hand disappearing under his black curls, and pull him down to my length. As with his kisses, he’s a tease with my cock, too. His tongue strokes my slit, his thumb and index wrapped at my base, his breath blowing hot on my wet-with-precum head.
“Do you have to torture me?” I ask him.
“Oh yeah. He loves what it does to you,” Carter whispers in my ear.
“Fine,” I tell Everett, and I lie over Carter’s dick to take it in my mouth. No teasing required.
I can feel Everett’s stare at my face, but I’m actively avoiding his beautiful brown eyes. Two can play the teasing game.
I run my tongue along Carter’s length. He twitches. His hands rest on my head, but he’s not forcing me down.
