Page 61 of Sold Blood
“Did you forget something, Little one?”
My face flushes. “Fuck, the food.”
“I guess we're ordering in,” Isaiah says, humor lacing his tone.
“I guess so.” Carlos kicks the door shut behind him, reminding me we never closed it. “Because we're definitely not leaving the house today. Not unless we want to get arrested for indecent exposure.”
Isaiah laughs, placing a chaste kiss to his before turning to me with lustful eyes. “Go take care of that before you start a fire and then meet us in the shower.” He licks along my ear and I shudder.
Carlos slides a hand inside the back of my pants, squeezing my asscheek. “And try to hurry. I'm starving and it's not for food.” He grazes between my crease, rubbing a thumb over my quivering hole. The alarm keeps screaming and I hurry toward the smoke, shutting off the burner. Any more distracted and I would have caused a fire.
It's easy to forget what's happening around us sometimes, especially when we get so caught up in one another. It's hard to go without touching for too long whenever Carlos goes away for work. Turning on the faucet, I shove the pan under the water, steam wrapping around me like a cloud.
“Everything okay in there?” Isaiah shouts from the next room.
“Sí,” I holler back, tossing the burnt food in the trash can. Sighing, I open one of the kitchen drawers, searching for the Mexican take out menu. In the mood for menudo, I pick up the phone and place an order for pick up, asking them not to have it ready for another two hours. Once my order is in, I end the call and set the phone on the counter. I won't need that for a while.
Heading up the stairs, I follow the loud moans with a large smile on my face. Hopefully two hours is enough time. I did prep myself this morning, keeping all my meals light and bottoming friendly. I also kept a plug in my ass for the last forty minutes, slapping Isaiah's hand away every time he came into the kitchen to play with it. All the twisting and rubbing against my sweet spot nearly had me coming right there. He was as excited about Carlos coming home too.
So much so, he video called him last night, wanting to show him what he would be home to soon. My ass still aches from the rough fuck he gave me while Carlos watched. His clothes stayed on until Isaiah showed him my leaking, gaping hole and used his tongue to clean me up. Carlos immediately took out his cock and stroked himself to the end of our show.
My cock twitches in anticipation as I reach the bathroom. Isiah yells out profanities and Carlos tells him how good he's being. “Remember, you can't come until we're both buried inside our precious boy.”
“Where the fuck is he?” Isaiah’s sounds grow more desperate.
Laughing, I quickly undress and step into the shower, moving toward my two perfect men. Fuck, the way they look right now, their cocks rubbing together with their bodies completely flushed. Stroking my cock, I grab Isaiah’s face, forcing him to look at me while Carlos continues to writhe against him, his fat head coursing more precum from Isaiah's tip.
“I'm right here. Want to help get me clean?”
He nods, panting. “Fuck yes.”
Carlos grins, stepping back and reaching for a wash cloth. He soaps it up and gets started on my front while Isaiah steps behind me, shoving his fingers between my ass cheeks. Grabbing the plug, he plunges it in and out of me a few times before removing it from my ass.
His fingers are back in me within seconds and he spreads my cheeks, letting the water fall between them. After Carlos is done washing my front, he hands Isaiah the wash cloth and as he rubs the rough material against my pucker, Carlos tugs on my cock, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
Rolling my hips, I fuck between Carlos’s fingers, loving the way the towel glides over my entrance. A shiver runs through me as I'm being teased from both sides and as I'm about to lose full control, they both stop. Isaiah smiles into my neck. “Not yet, Roo. If I have to wait, so do you.”
“Then how about we move this to the bedroom so neither of us have to wait for much longer,” I rasp.
Carlos pinches one of my nipples. “I think that's a good idea.”
I suck in a breath, reaching around him to shut off the water. Walking on wobbly legs, I take both of their hands and they drag me to the bed. Isaiah keeps peppering kisses on my shoulder and neck on the way there. As soon as I start crawling on the bed, Carlos shoves two fingers in me and I press back against the sweet invasion.
“You ready for us, baby?”
I nod, rocking back and forth.
“We need words, Roo,” Isaiah snaps.
“Yes. I'm ready. I need you both. Please,” I beg, the neediness apparent in my voice.
“Don't worry, Little one. We're right here and promise to take good care of you.”
I preen, stretching out my body as Carlos strokes my back and kisses one cheek of my ass. “Get on the bed, Isaiah,” he orders. Lie on your back so Joey can ride you.”
Not wasting another second, Isaiah climbs on the bed and lies down, stroking himself. “Come here, baby.” He reaches for the lube on the nightstand and slicks himself up, growing harder in his closed fist. Fuck, I can't wait to have him inside me.
Dragging my knees over the mattress, I don't stop until I'm straddling Isaiah's thighs. I slowly slide up his body, lining my hole with his tip. Taking a breath, I sink down until I'm fully impaled on his cock. Holding onto my thighs, he fucks up into me, digging his nails into my skin as I roll my hips with his.
