Page 12 of Phoenix Rising
“Yay for me.”
“And for me,” Burton agreed. “I’ll be back.”
Watching Burton’s backside as he left the room was an experience I’ll not soon forget.
But when Luka stood with his back to me, rummaging through his dresser, holy hotness, who knew that little dip at his lower back was so sexy. I wanted to run my tongue over it and trail down…
Luka turned toward me and my eyes met his amused gaze until they dropped toward my pulsing cock, outlining my already tight trunks.
When my eyes moved for evidence of his reaction to my near nakedness, I became mesmerized by his belly. I’d never thought about whether I liked hairy or smooth men, but everything about Luka called for me to touch and caress. Also, his stomach wasn’t as flat as Burton’s, yet my hands tingled in anticipation.
Fuck!
As I wondered whether he was salty or sweet, I licked my lips.
“Sunshine,” he started walking backward toward the bathroom, “hold that thought.”
My mouth turned down, and I crossed my arms over my chest, petulant.
“Fine!”
I lunged for the bed and spread out when I landed on the soft comforter. The early fall morning held a chill in the air, sowithout the heat from both men surrounding me, I shivered. I snuggled under the sheets and closed my eyes, savoring the coziness in my enclosure with the mingled scents of the two men I wanted more than my next breath.
Without realizing it, I’d fallen asleep and dreamed of kisses and rough hands over my soft skin as I arched into the imaginary touch, wanting it to be real.
Never had my fantasies been so vivid.
“Sunshine, can we touch and kiss you?”
Relief and something I couldn’t identify unfurled in my chest as I became conscious. At least I hoped I was.
“Yes… please! Need you both.”
Fingers caressed my cheek, brushed along my neck, and a gasp of surprise escaped me as they brushed one of my distended nipples, causing my back to arch into the touch.
Without shame and craving Luka and Burton more than my next breath, I scrambled to remove my trunks, leaving me bare and desperate for their touch.
“Oh, if I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up.”
The two men settled next to me on the bed.
“You’re not dreaming, Petal, because my imagination pales compared to you right here in this bed, all flushed and delectable as you lay naked, wriggling between us.”
Burton skimmed his hand up my thigh before swallowing my gasp into his mouth.
I keened at the delicious sensations from his touch and our kiss.
The pressure on my lips and his teasing, searching tongue caused my cock to pulse and my entire body jerked, ready for release. It was too early; the last thing I wanted was to come.
I ripped my mouth away and panted out, “I’m… can’t… don’t want to come.”
Luka pressed soft kisses along my cheeks, brushing against my swollen, sensitive lips, before burying his face into my neck and nipping at the sensitive skin under my ear.
“Ah, yes!”
Burton made his way down my chest, his lips teasing my nipples with his hot breath and a dart of his tongue as he tasted me there.
It ramped up my desire to come, and I glanced down to see a pool of precome near my belly button.
