Page 133 of Fostering Chemistry
Aaron positioned himself at my entrance, just barely applying pressure.
My hips rolled back and forth in little patterns as I longed to be filled. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep from begging as I shook with desire. Diego’s hand was flat on my back, reassuring, as Cody’s fingers threaded through my hair, sending tiny shivers in every direction.
I couldn’t stand the wait anymore. “Please…”
Then Aaron pushed inside.
I cried out from the delicious stretch. His grip on my hips was almost painful as he pushed himself in, filling me to an unbelievable degree. He pushed in all the way, thrusting hard and fast. The bed frame gave a faint creak with each thrust, an accompaniment to my gasping breaths.
This wasn’t the gentle, sensitive guy who’d treated me with kid gloves when I’d been laid up in bed. As much as I liked that man, I was glad to be with this more assertive version of Aaron tonight.
The tension inside me built, and for a moment I thought he was going to keep going until he drove us both to a climax. But then he slowed down, taking shorter, shallow strokes.
My whimpers filled the room, and I clutched at Cody’s leg yet again. He was so steady. Always here when I needed him. Never judging—only supporting me.
I wanted to be here for him too, to feel connected to him. Diego and Aaron had been inside me, but he never had. I’d never even given him an orgasm, and the urge to do so overtook me.
While Aaron continued to take shallow strokes, I tugged at Cody’s pajama pants. “Can you take these off?”
He froze, his fingers still in my hair. “What?”
Aaron pushed in again, and I cried out. It took me several seconds before I could find my breath. “Please take off your pants.”
After a long moment, his fingers slid under his waistband. Then he pushed them down and lifted his ass to get them off.
My breath caught in my throat, and not only from the harder thrust from Aaron. Cody was still the most beautiful man I’dever seen. His skin was tan and unblemished, and his cock jutted out—hard and thick and ready. The head was flushed, the vein along the side standing out, and the sight alone sent another hot rush spiraling low in my belly.
Aaron slowed down again, pulling back until he was almost out of me, and using the head of his cock to make little circles around my entrance. It felt even better than when he’d done that with his fingers.
I lifted myself up on my elbows and then put one hand between Cody’s legs. His cock bobbed right in front of me, and I felt how still he was holding himself.
And suddenly I worried that I was pressuring this wounded and wonderful man. Then I met his gaze and saw the desire in his vivid blue eyes. It was hungry and unguarded, like he’d been holding this back for too long.
“Can I taste you?” I whispered.
He held my eye contact for what felt like forever. Then he nodded, fisting his cock. He pumped it hard a couple of times, and it seemed to grow even longer.
I wanted to taste it, more than anything, but first I stroked it lightly with one finger… and then planted a quick kiss on the tip. That seemed to settle him somehow, and he stroked my hair.
My tongue darted out, licking a circle around the firm head as I braced my forearm on his thigh. I hadn’t done this often—only once before, with a high school boyfriend.
I’d done it then because I thought girlfriends were supposed to. This, I was doing because I wanted to. Making my tongue pointy, I pushed against the slit at the top, and he moaned.
Taking the head of his cock in my mouth, I sucked on it and flicked my tongue back and forth. Someone eased the pillows out from under me, since I was basically on all fours. Then Diego’s hand was on my breast, strong fingers kneading and squeezing.
Aaron clutched my hips tighter and pushed in again. Oh god, this felt like I was in the advanced class—I had two men inside of me, and another one doing such pleasurable things to my breasts.
I flexed my inner muscles, squeezing myself around Aaron, and he groaned. At the same time, I grasped Cody’s shaft at the base. I leaned on his powerful thigh and turned my head sideways, dragging my lips along the length. This allowed me to look up at him, and the expression on his face just about undid me. It was so full of longing and something more I couldn’t identify.
His muscles were tense under me, his breathing harder—just like mine. I gasped against Cody’s cock as Aaron began thrusting in and out of me in earnest. Diego upped the intensity too, going from one breast to the other, pinching and teasing my hard nipples.
I took Cody’s cock back in my mouth fully, trying to take more of it in, flattening my tongue. Soft skin over steel filled my mouth. I wanted to make him come hard, but it was difficult to focus with Aaron working me into a frenzy.
My thoughts were scrambled from all the sensations, and then Diego added another. He slid his hand down my stomach and cupped my mound as Aaron somehow pushed even deeper inside me. I moaned, and from the way Cody shuddered, I knew he could feel the vibrations from my mouth. I whimpered as I felt Diego’s index finger inching closer to where I needed it.
Aaron shifted his rhythm again, moving his cock in circles as he pulled me back toward him. Thoughts faded, and all that was left were sensations and instinct. I bobbed my head up and down on Cody’s shaft, and he buried his fingers in my hair—not to push me, just to have something to hold on to, it seemed. His moans were nearly silent, but I could feel the trembling in his body. I wanted him to come even more than I wanted myself to.
And then Diego’s finger pressed down on my clit.
