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“Your husband was close, Neomi. Can’t let him come until he’s deep inside this pretty pussy of yours. I want to see him dripping from you when we’re done.”

He places his hand on her sternum and presses her down until her back is flat on top of the piano, legs still spread wide. She looks up at the ceiling, her chest heaving in anticipation. He hooks his arms around her legs and drags her to the edge. Teasing her, he sweeps a finger over her slit, collecting her arousal and raises it to his mouth, sucking on the digit.

A deep groan radiates from him, and I feel it in my chest. “So fucking sweet. Just like I knew you’d be.”

Then he dips his head to her pussy and closes his mouth over her clit.

“Fuck!”I yell out.

My clit aches, and as soon as his mouth is on me, I’m gone. I’m laid out on display for this man as he devours me like I'm his last meal. His tongue circles with just the right pressure, flicks and my hips chase the sensation.

I could feel every vibration of the wood underneath me as he played. My arousal was dripping from my center, his watchful gaze doing nothing to slow the heat building low in my belly. It was filled with suspense, anticipation, vulnerability and one of the hottest experiences in my life.

Knowing that Lars was witnessing the entire exchange lit my skin on fire. I’ve never been watched before, never even had a third person in the room before and now I understand it. My husband is just feet from me, watching another man bring me pleasure, and it is otherworldly.

I turn my head to look at him and shit, the sight of him undoes me. He pulls his bottom lip under his teeth, his hard cock resting on his stomach. Part of me feels guilty that my orgasm isslowly rising with every swipe of Gabriel’s tongue as he sits untouched.

Then he smiles.

Fuck, it’s the mischievous smile of his that I’ve grown to adore over these past few weeks. With that smile, I slip my hand into Gabriel’s hair and hold him to me, rocking my pussy against his tongue. His moan vibrates through my core as Lars’ whimper wraps around my heart.

“Yes, Gabriel. Keep going. Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Come for us, Siren. Let him see you come apart on my tongue,” he says as he slips two fingers inside, hooking his fingers to hit the spot that finally sends me over the edge. My body tenses, pleasure rippling through me and I cry out Lars’ name. Gabriel’s tongue slows, fingers still moving, fucking me through my release.

He places one last soft kiss to the inside of my thigh then reaches out his hand to me. I take it and he helps me sit up. He moves my arms around his neck to help me down to the floor. I feel the muscles of his shoulders flex under my arms as I slide down his body and stand before him. He gently lifts my chin with two fingers and then places a devastating kiss on my lips. It’s soft, almost sweet, and I sink into it.

He places one last kiss to my lips, then laces his fingers through mine and leads me to Lars. As I stand beside him, he places the fingers he had inside me only seconds ago against Lars’ lips.

“Open.” Lars does as he’s told and Gabriel slides the two fingers onto his tongue. “Now suck.”

Lars’ lips close around his fingers and his cheeks hollow. He moans and his eyes close just at the taste of me on Gabriel’s fingers. It’s enough to make my clit pulse again, wanting more.

I want both of them.

Gabriel slides his fingers from Lars’ mouth. “Stand, Lars, and take my cock out.”

Lars rises from the chair, as he stands before him, I watch hiseyes never leave Gabriels as his hands slowly unbuttoning his pants, lowering the zipper and he tugs the fabric down. Gabriel’s cock springs free and it’s thick, uncut, and rock hard. I shouldn’t have expected anything else, this man is gorgeous from head to toe. My thighs clench as I stand waiting to see what happens next, my clit aching for friction.

“Such a good boy for me,” Gabriel says as he looks at me. “Neomi, be a sweetheart and get on your knees for us.”

I’ve never been what you would call submissive, but this moment isn’t like any other I’ve ever had. So, I sink to my knees, the two men towering over me, hard and ready. I don’t wait for any directions and take my husband’s cock in my left hand and Gabriel’s in my right. Lars hisses through his teeth, eyes closing, head tilting back as I begin to stroke him.

Gabriel’s jaw flexes, eyes dark as I run my thumb over his slit, gathering the moisture there to coat his cock. I start with slow strokes, base to tip. While Lars is lost in the sensation, Gabriel’s lust builds before my eyes. His hips start moving, fucking into my hand, and I feel powerful. Somehow, being on my knees, I’m bringing out the need in these two men and I know right now, that this won’t be a onetime experiment for Lars and I.

Lars’ cock swells in my fist, every nerve inside me is lit.

Lars speaks, “Stroke me harder, Neomi. Christ, you feel so good. You’ve got me so fucking hard I could split you open right now.”

I tighten my grip and Lars moans from deep in his chest. Gabriel smiles, threading his fingers into my hair.

“Open your mouth,” Gabriel growls. “Take me.”

My hands slow on both men and I look up at Lars. He’s panting, eyes crazed.

I’m wrecked already. Wrecked by the sight of Lars, by the obscene thought that I’m on my knees with my husband watching, stroking his cock while ready to beg for another.

I need Gabriel in my mouth.