“Tate what are you doing?”
“Close your eyes if you must”
“Yeah, because it’s only gay if we make eye contact, right?” I retort, I shake my head but don’t stop him from moving lower. I feel his mouth wrap around my hard length, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I feel his tongue run along my shaft.
“God don’t stop” I tell him, grabbing his hair forcing him to take more of me in his mouth. I feel him gag around my length before relaxing his throat, my body tensing and balls tightening as I feel his warm mouth sucking me off, his hand stroking the parts of me he can’t fit in his mouth and I feel myself reaching the edge.
“Tate!” I warn but he doesn’t stop, my seed spilling into his mouth as he continues to suck me, swallowing it before stopping.
“Well, that was more entertaining than what I was watching on TV” says Lana making both of us jump, our eyes going to her sitting on the sink basin eating something. Tate stands.
“What? That’s it, I thought you would last longer than that” She says with laugh.
“Are you eating?” I ask her.
“Yep, should have brought popcorn but I would have missed the show waiting for it to cook, you lasted like two seconds” She says sending me a wink before jumping off the basin. Tate and I look at each other.
“Is that a challenge?” Tate asks her.
“Maybe, but I still don’t see your mark on his neck” She says, and I feel my face heat, shame hitting me.
“Why are you embarrassed, she clearly doesn’t care” He says, and I look to her. She shrugs clearly not fazed at all when her scent hits me, she was aroused making me raise an eyebrow at her. I sniff the air and Tate’s brows furrow before he does the same thing, his lips turning up.
“What? Girls watch porn, first time I have watched live porn or two men but hey, sex is sex” she states before walking out.
Lana’s POV
Walking out of the bathroom, I head downstairs to heat up Drake’s dinner for him. A few minutes later he walks down with Tate. Both wearing flannelette pyjama shorts, both theirs chests bare, my eyes trailing over their muscular bodies before I look away when Tate smirks at my perverted gawking. It was hard not to, I may still be a virgin, but I wasn’t blind to their godlike manly bodies.
“Sit” I tell Drake and he does, and I wait for his dinner to heat before placing it in front of him before kissing the side of his neck, his hand going to the back of my head before I kiss the side of his jaw.
“Eat” I tell him, standing up only to have Tate wrap his arms around my waist from behind. His face going to my neck as his stubble scratches against my skin making me shiver before cringing away as it tickled me. I feel him chuckle as one of his hands moves to my stomach pulling me flush against him, heat flaring to life in me as my core pulsated with a need I wasn’t used to. His other hand going to my breast as he squeezes it through my thin shirt, my nipples hardening under his rough touch. He sits on the chair off the side of Drake at the table pulling me on his lap.
“Eat” Tate tells him.
“I would rather eat her.” He says his eyes sparkling with lust as I watch them bleed black. My panties dampening at the thought as arousal floods me. I could feel Tate’s erection digging into my back when he suddenly places his legs under mine pulling my legs apart. His hand snaking into my cotton shorts. His fingers brushing my wet heat. Drakes eyes watching his hand.
“Do you want Drake to eat that tight pussy?” Tate growls below my ear, his lips moving to my neck as he runs his fingers through my wet folds and my hips buck when he comes in contact with my clit.
My arousal perfuming the room and my cheeks heat with embarrassment knowing they can smell it. Drake growls low in the back of his throat, his beast fighting to come forward.
“Can I touch you?” Tate purrs his fingers stopping and I move my hips too embarrassed to tell him, I wanted him to.
“Words Lana?” He says, his fingers still not moving just putting pressure on my aching bud of nerves. Tate’s nose moving across my shoulder and up neck to my ear making me shiver as he inhaled my scent.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks his voice softer and not so demanding as he sucks on my neck where his mark would lay.
“No” I gasp as his teeth graze my skin. His fingers suddenly moving and my hips buck against them. Drake eyes not leaving Tate’s hand between my legs as it moves in circular motion. His dinner now forgotten as he watches. My head goes back on to Tate’s shoulder as a breathy moan leaves my lips at the feel of his fingers, touching my most sensitive area when he runs his fingers through my wet lips, his finger tracing my entrance before he slides a finger in me before sliding it out and adding another, my hips moving on their own grinding against his fingers.
“She’s so wet” He growls, his thumb rubbing my clit as his fingers move in and out of me. The only sounds were my moans and the wet sounds my pussy was making as he fucked me with his fingers, my back arching off his chest when he curls his fingers inside me finding that sweet spot, I can never reach. I feel hands run up my legs, my eyes snapping open to see Drake had moved and was now on his knees between my legs which were spread apart.