I felt the heat between my legs the second Marcus stepped into the house. Derek had been teasing me all afternoon about our friend's "special guest," but nothing prepared me for the way Marcus looked at me—like he already knew exactly how I'd sound with his cock down my throat.
He crossed the living room in three strides, cupped my face, and kissed me hard. His tongue was confident, slow, like he was already fucking my mouth. My hand went to his belt without thinking. I needed to know.
I slid my fingers past his waistband and wrapped them around him.
Fuck.
He was thick. Not just long—thick enough that my fingers didn't meet. He was already half-hard and still growing as I stroked him once, twice, feeling the heavy weight of it. Derek was solid and perfect, but this… this was different. My pussy clenched around nothing at the thought of taking it.
Marcus smiled against my lips when he felt my reaction. "That's it," he murmured. "Feel what you're getting."
Derek was already behind me, hands on my hips, watching over my shoulder. "Show her how big it is," he said, voice low.
I dropped to my knees right there on the rug.
Marcus unzipped and pulled himself out. The head was fat, flushed dark, already glistening. I opened my mouth and took him in.
My jaw stretched immediately. The corners of my lips pulled tight as I worked the first few inches inside. He tasted clean and faintly salty. I swirled my tongue under the head, feeling the ridge, then pressed the flat of my tongue against the underside and pushed forward. My throat fluttered when he hit the back. I gagged once, wet and loud, spit already running down my chin.
"Jesus, Lena," Derek breathed.
I pulled off with a messy pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to Marcus's cock. Then I went back down, deeper this time, working my hand on the base while I sucked. The wet sounds were obscene—slurping, choking, my own moans vibrating around him. Marcus's hand found the back of my head, not forcing, just holding me there while I drooled all over him.
Derek moved beside me. I turned my head and took him into my mouth too, back and forth between the two cocks, one familiar, one new and overwhelming. Derek was already rock hard from watching. I sucked him greedily for a minute, then went back to Marcus, trying to take more of that thick shaft.
Marcus groaned. "She's got a greedy little mouth."
"She loves it," Derek said, stroking my hair. "Don't you, baby?"
I moaned around Marcus's cock in answer, eyes watering, jaw aching in the best way.
Marcus pulled me off and helped me to my feet. "Bedroom. Now."
They stripped me on the way. By the time I was on my back on the king bed, I was dripping. Marcus pushed my thighs apart and settled between them like he belonged there.
He didn't tease. He licked a broad, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, then sealed his mouth over me and sucked. Two thick fingers slid inside me at the same time, curling immediately against that spot that made my hips jerk.
"Oh fuck—"
He worked me with his tongue in tight, relentless circles while his fingers pumped. The wet sounds were constant—his tongue, my soaked pussy, the filthy noise of his fingers fucking me open. He didn't let up when I started shaking. He just pressed his tongue harder and crooked his fingers deeper.
The orgasm hit fast and mean. My thighs clamped around his head. My back arched clean off the bed. I heard myself crying out, high and broken, while my cunt pulsed around his fingers in hard, rhythmic squeezes. He kept licking me through every contraction, drawing it out until I was gasping and oversensitive.
Derek was stroking himself beside the bed, watching my face the whole time.
Marcus rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "She's ready."
They moved me onto my hands and knees. Derek behind me, Marcus in front. I looked up at Marcus's cock, still shiny from my mouth, then back over my shoulder at Derek.
Derek rubbed the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. "You want both of us, baby?"
"Yes," I said, voice hoarse. "Please."
He pushed in.
The stretch was perfect—familiar, filling. He sank all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust, his hips flush against my ass. I moaned, pushing back against him.
Marcus guided his cock to my lips again. I opened immediately.
The moment both of them were inside me, something shifted. Derek started fucking me with long, steady strokes while I sucked Marcus. Every time Derek thrust forward, he pushed me onto Marcus's cock. Every time he pulled back, I could take a breath before Marcus's thick head slid over my tongue again.
The rhythm found itself. Derek's hands gripped my hips, controlling the pace. Marcus's hand was in my hair, not rough, just holding me steady while I took as much of him as I could. The wet sounds were constant—Derek's cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, the slap of skin, my own choked moans around Marcus's shaft, the occasional gag when he hit the back of my throat.
I looked up through watery eyes and found Derek watching me over my back. His expression was dark with lust, but there was something else there too—pride, ownership, love. I held his gaze while Marcus's cock stretched my lips and Derek's cock filled my cunt.
Marcus's voice was rough. "She's taking it so good. Look at her."
"She's perfect," Derek answered, and thrust harder.
The angle changed. Derek's cock started hitting that spot inside me with every stroke. My moans turned into desperate little whimpers around Marcus. I could feel another orgasm building, different this time—deeper, more intense, the kind that came from being used exactly right.
Marcus must have felt it. He started thrusting into my mouth in short, controlled strokes, matching Derek's rhythm. I was caught between them, spit-roasted, every thrust from behind pushing me forward onto the cock in my mouth, every pull back letting me breathe before they filled me again.
My arms started shaking. The orgasm rolled through me in long, rolling waves. My pussy clamped down hard around Derek's cock, pulsing, squeezing. I made sounds I couldn't control—high, broken, muffled around Marcus's thick shaft. My vision whited out at the edges. I felt tears on my cheeks, but I didn't stop sucking.
Derek groaned. "Fuck, she's coming so hard."
Marcus pulled out of my mouth so I could breathe through it. I gasped, drooling, while Derek kept fucking me through every contraction.
When the tremors finally eased, Marcus stroked my cheek. "You want me to fill you up, Lena?"
"Yes," I managed. "Please. Come in me."
They switched.
Derek moved to the side so he could watch my face while Marcus took his place behind me. Marcus's cock was even thicker than I remembered. The head pushed at my entrance, stretching me wider than Derek had. I moaned, low and long, as he sank into me inch by inch.
He fucked me with deep, deliberate strokes while Derek watched. When Marcus was close, he leaned over my back, one hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in tight circles.
"Come with me," he growled.
I did.
The second orgasm was sharper. My whole body seized. I heard myself sobbing as Marcus buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing hot and deep inside me. I could feel every throb, every spurt, while my cunt milked him through it.
He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing hard against my back. When he finally pulled out, I felt the warm trickle of his cum running down my thigh.
Derek was there immediately, gathering me into his arms. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my mouth, tasting Marcus on my tongue. His cock was still hard against my stomach.
"Later," I whispered against his lips. "I want you again. Just us."
He smiled, eyes soft. "Whenever you're ready, baby."
Marcus pulled on his jeans and gave us space. He winked at me on his way out. "You were incredible."
I curled into Derek's chest, still trembling, still leaking Marcus's cum onto the sheets. Outside, the Keys were dark and the tide was coming in. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
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