Page 37 of The Loneliest Number
But my eyes are open wide as Dan steps up to Cam, tugging him closer with his hand at the back of his neck and crushing their mouths together. They both moan as they share the taste of me, setting off a wave of an aftershock. I may be an exhibitionist, but I also take enormous delight in watching those I’m with claiming their own pleasure. Dan and Cam’s kiss has me desperate for what comes next. They break away, both grinning like madmen and turn in unison to stare down at me.
It’s crazy to think they hadn’t met before tonight because they work so well together.
“Didn’t she do well?” Dan asks as he strokes his fingers down my arm, catching my fingers in a little clasp at the end. His way of checking in. “Up for a change of plans?” Cam asks. I frown at that, liking our earlier agreed plans. He leans close to my ear so the crowd can’t hear. “I want you riding my cock, not my face, while Dan fucks me.”
My belly pitches with a thrill. “I can definitely get behind that,” I tell him, my voice croaky from the overuse of my throat.
He lifts me, taking me by surprise and flipping me so I’m sitting in the middle of the spanking bench, facing him and Dan. They both lay their hands on me like they can’t bear not to touch me. I reach down to where I stowed the condoms earlier and pass one to each of them.
I’m facing away from the crowd, but I know they’re there, watching, waiting for whatever we are going to do next. And I can’t fucking wait to continue the show and do filthy things with these men.
Chapter eighteen
Abby
Cam shifts to face Dan, who raises on the balls of his feet so their cocks align. Cam wraps his meaty fist around both shafts and works them up and down, causing them both to moan. I squeeze my thighs together. I could watch this all night.
“We can’t see,” comes a shout from our audience, making me chuckle.
“Sorry,” Cam says, giving one last stroke before stepping closer to me to hold out a hand. I use it for balance as I step down from the bench, and Cam takes my place. He scoots down so his bum is right at the end, and Dan steps between his legs and grips his hips to hold him in place.
Dan raises a brow at me. “Come and help me get him ready, Pixie,” he says with a grin. Anticipation skitters through me as I step closer, grabbing a bottle of lube from beside the bench and squirting some onto Dan’s hand as well as my own. I lube up my palm and work Cam’s covered cock with it, enjoying the slipperysensation. My fingers don’t meet around his girth, but I don’t let that stop me from massaging him from root to tip.
As I do that, Dan uses a lubed finger to rub at Cam’s hole until he pushes it in. Cam’s groan of pleasure is low and long.
“You like that, big guy?” Dan checks in. I look up to see Cam biting his lip as he nods his agreement. “Can you take two?”
“I’ll need to if I’m going to take your monster of a cock,” Cam teases, as his thighs tighten with desire. I reach down to cup his balls and lift them to give Dan better access.
His balls are heavy with need, and I don’t even try to resist the urge to bend down to draw one in my mouth. His low “fuck,” at the sucking sensation brings me joy beyond measure.
Dan scissors his fingers, stretching Cameron open, and looks over at me. “You ready to climb up?” he asks as his chest rises with a deep, steadying breath.
I step up on the side of the bench closest to me and swing my other leg over, straddling Cam’s waist, finding the foot support on the other side. I wiggle a little, his hardened cock nudging at my cheeks. I grip his harness in my hands and use that to support myself enough to bend down and bring our faces close together.
“How are you doing, big guy?” I ask him, lowering my lips to his, brushing lightly over them.
“So damn good,” he tells me, his eyes drowsy with pleasure. “Ready to be inside you,” he adds.
I look over my shoulder to check in with Dan, who gives me a nod as he grips his cock with one hand and continues to stretch Cam’s arse with the other. I shimmy backwards, pausing when Cam’s tip brushes between my pussy lips.
“This is going to feel divine,” I tell Cam with a wink as I sink lower, his cock spearing inside me. I do nothing to hold back my pleasured moan, aware of the vibes from the crowd getting worked up as they watch the three of us.
I’m stuffed full of Cam, savouring the stretch.
“Stay there, Pixie.” Dan brushes a hand on my spine. “He’s going to take us both.”
Cam’s groan is guttural and animalistic, and I know that Dan has breached him. My pussy clenches as my skin dampens with sweat. I almost wish I was in the centre of the front row watching this all play out for myself. It’s incredible to be a part of, but I want to see everything, dammit.
“You’re so tight,” Dan groans, and Cam’s hands grip my hips in a firm hold, his fingers squeezing slightly before relaxing. “That’s it, big guy. Take all of me.”
The moans of both men harmonise, making me desperate to move and chase the pleasure, but I pause a moment while everyone settles into position.
Dan’s body is pressed against my sweat-slicked lower back as he pushes deeper inside Cam. His fingers grip on top of Cam’s, holding on to my hips, and we all draw in a breath at once. I forget the audience and the show we are putting on, and just sink into the delight of being sandwiched between them. I grin down at Cam, whose eyes are closed with rapture.
“Okay?” Dan asks him, over my shoulder, and his eyes spring open as he says,
“So fucking okay. Give it to me. Both of you.”
