Page 90 of The Layover

And then Diego licked along my slit. Oh, fuck, that felt incredible. I was supposed to be the one giving pleasure, but once again I was trapped in the most delicious way between these men.

Diego dove his tongue inside me, temporarily distracting me from Raul, licking my pussy like I really was dessert. He glided his fingers forward to tease my clit, while he devoured my juices and drew cries of desire from me.

I lost myself in all of it. Every sensation. Each touch and lick. The world grayed behind my eyelids and then exploded in a galaxy of stars when I came. This was all-consuming.

I lowered my head to return to my own task, and Raul stopped me. Finger under my chin, he tilted my face up to meet my gaze. “Don’t get me wrong. I love your mouth wrapped around my cock, but I want to be inside you.” His voice was heavy and his accent stronger than normal, and the blend was exotically delicious.

Sliding my way back up Raul’s body was an exercise in patience—pretending I had any, to test the limits of his. When my hips drew within his arm’s reach, he grabbed them and yanked me closer, until my core hovered over his shaft. He continued to dig his fingers into my skin with one hand, in a way that tantalized and screamed mine, and fisted his cock with the other hand.

He thrust up, penetrating and impaling me, and I gasped at the sensation of being spread out.

Teasing time was over. He felt too good buried deep. I lowered myself, and settled in, rocking gently, enjoying the sensation of being filled.

“Christ you feel good.” Raul’s appreciation washed over me. He slipped his hands to my ass, then glided up my back, pulling me into him.

It was difficult to move at this angle, but my body pressed against his, heat and electricity flowing between every point of contact, was a worthwhile exchange.

He moved his palms back down, and spread my ass cheeks.

Realization rocketed through me, and my desire and anticipation cranked. When Diego drew a slippery, lube-covered finger along my rear entrance, their intentions were confirmed.

“I don’t think Diego’s going to fit back there.” I kept my tone light. “I mean, I’d like it if he did…” In fact, every bit of me tingled at the thought.

Diego leaned in, his weight pressing me more tightly between them, and kissed the edge of my ear. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered. “And you can stop me if it’s too much.”

“Okay.” Like I was going to need any more convincing than that.

When Diego placed the head of his cock against my back door, my entire body tensed.

“Hey.” Raul rested his palm on my cheek and held my attention. “Eyes on me, Gattina.” He slipped his hand to the base of my neck. “Think about how good this all feels.” He traced a thumb along the more sensitive bits of skin, where neck met head met ear.

It was easy to focus on his voice. His touch. To tell myself to relax as Diego slipped inside me, stretched me out, one agonizing inch at a time. The comfort didn’t only come from the sensations, though fuck those were incredible. I was pinned between two men I loved and adored, who felt the same about me.

There was an eroticism attached to that I thought I’d never feel.

And then Diego was inside me as well. I could even describe how it felt, being filled by both of them, beyond incredible. We sat there for a moment, peace and adoration wrapping around us, none of us moving or speaking.

When they started rocking in time with each other, it was almost too much. Almost. I fell into the motion quickly, peace shifting to mounting arousal. Diego dropped kisses along my upper back shoulders, and Raul teased my breast, pulling one nipple into his mouth to suck and nibble.

I couldn’t pick one sensation to focus on, so I let them all flow through me. Desire built inside me, surging in lapping waves, growing stronger with each bit of attention lavished on me.

When climax tore through me, it caught me off-guard. Sliding in, growing to crescendo in a heartbeat, and stealing my breath and my thoughts.

The only thing I knew was ecstasy. The only thing I felt was them. Nothing else existed except the rapture they filled me with.

I was loosely aware of Raul’s grunts growing louder. More punctuated. Of Diego’s touch getting rougher. More insistent.

And I knew when each of them came, spilling inside me, but it was a sensation more than a realization. Their pleasure flowed with mine, hitting yet another peak, before slipping away slowly.

I sank onto Raul’s chest, my ear near his heart, the beat hammering in time with mine. I should roll off him, but my legs were done, and the only thought I could hold onto was yummy.

When he and Diego slid out of me, my body both relaxed, and whimpered for the contact, the connection, to come back. Diego kissed up my spine, sending shivers of contentment through me, and brushed the hair off the back of my neck, to continue gliding his lips up to my ear.

Raul trailed his fingers along my scalp. “Gattina, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” I was out of pretty words. All I had was potent emotion. The kind that could destroy or heal, and had mended my heart. I forced myself to stop squishing Raul, and rolled to the side. Diego was so tender cleaning me up, it was its own experience in arousal.

And then we were all lying next to each other, me trapped between the two of them.

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