Page 29 of Beneath the Flames
Leaving light kisses on Rytsar’s chest, she slipped his shirt off and folded it before laying it down on the floor.
Turning to Sir, she bit her bottom lip as she took her time unsnapping each button. Opening his shirt wide,she ran her hands over his toned chest, purring in delight.
After removing Sir’s shirt, she knelt down on the floor to take off his cowboy boots next, setting them neatly beside her before taking off his socks. Brie then went for his belt, enjoying the metallic clinking sound as she removed it.
Looking up at Sir from under her wide-brim hat, Brie maintained eye contact with him as she unfastened the button of his pants and slowly unzipped them, brushing her fingers against the rigidness of his shaft.
Brie grabbed the waistbands of both his pants and boxers and inched them down. Then, just as she had with their shirts, she folded both items of clothing neatly and placed them on the floor with slow, deliberate movements.
She stared longingly at his handsome shaft for a moment before returning to Rytsar.
The Russian watched her with laser intensity while she undressed him, his cock visibly straining against his jeans. When she finally released it from the confines of his skin-tight Levi’s, he groaned in satisfaction.
Tempted to kiss it but knowing she had not been given permission yet, Brie bowed her head in an open kneeling position and waited.
“Pleasure our shafts, téa,” Sir commanded.
Breathless with anticipation, she answered, “Yes, Master.”
Taking off her hat, she placed it on the floor. Then she wrapped one hand around each of the shafts of her two cowboys and stroked them at the same time.
Brie went from one to the other, licking and teasing the head of their cocks with her mouth. She moaned in pleasure, her pussy gushing, when she tasted the light tang of their precome.
“More of you,radost moya,” Rytsar growled.
Still stroking Sir’s cock, Brie wrapped her hand around Rytsar’s shaft, encasing his cock with her lips, and began to suck. He grasped the back of her head and grunted in pleasure.
Urged on by his excitement, Brie relaxed her throat to take him even deeper. Gripping Sir’s cock tighter to mimic the pressure of her throat, she stroked him in sync with the movement of her mouth as she deepthroated Rytsar so what Sir was seeing would match what his shaft was feeling.
“Fuck…” Sir groaned deeply in appreciation.
It was empowering to please both men at the same time in this way, and she loved the decadence of being able to switch cocks at her pleasure. After twirling her tongue around the head of Rytsar’s cock, she immediately turned and did the same to Sir’s.
Soon, it was Rytsar’s turn to watch as she deep-throated her Master. She stroked Rytsar’s cock to match perfectly in pressure and rhythm, and tasted more of his precome.
It didn’t take long before he commanded hoarsely, “Enough!”
She knew he was riding too close to the edge after being separated for so long. She immediately stopped, not wanting to take him over that precipice.
Sir reached down and lifted Brie’s chin. “It’s time toundress you now.”
Brie whimpered in anticipation as she stood up, goosebumps rising on her skin when both men approached her. They were still wearing their cowboy hats, which fed into the uniqueness and excitement of this fantasy.
The unfamiliar environment and the prolonged separation only made this moment that much hotter!
Rytsar surprised Brie when he unsnapped the length of her shirt in one fluid motion. The sound and feel of it made her heart race. He tossed her shirt to the floor, then reached between her legs. He chuckled knowingly when he found her jeans soaking wet.
The two men made quick work of the rest of her clothing, leaving her naked and oh so aroused…
“Before we begin, I want to add another element to the scene,moy droog.”
“What’s that?” Sir asked.
Rytsar walked to the dresser and pulled out three blindfolds.
Brie gave him a questioning look.
“Radost moya, do you remember our first encounter?”
