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I whimpered as I felt Seth shifting me forward so that my breasts flattened against Ethan’s chest, while at the same time following me so close that my shoulder blades touched his. Seth wrapped his arm around my stomach to pull my backside to his front and an appreciative groan emitted from his throat.
“Damn, your ass is perfect,” he said, his voice rough and husky as he nudged my hair with his cheek, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck.
His arm slipped from my waist and I gave a startled yelp as he gripped my ass, massaging it deeply. He put his arm back in place around my waist and pulled. My only option was to lean against him or be uncomfortable. As soon as I settled against him though, his hips started thrusting forward, grinding against my posterior.
Oh, God.
I wanted to lean forward, put my hands against Ethan for leverage, and push back. I wanted to leave my cotton underwear on and let him grind against me until he had an orgasm. And I wanted Ethan in front of me… with his jeans off. I’d never given a blow job before, but at that moment I was about to beg for it. I cleared my throat and swallowed as my mouth watered. I shook my head, trying to shake free of the dirty thoughts latching on to me. I was still reeling from the skin–to–skin contact and now this… this bump and grind that would’ve had me panting had I not been holding my breath.
“Cassie, don’t forget to breathe,” Seth said, reminding me the way Ethan had.
Leaning his face against the back of my head, he slowly slipped his hands down, unlatching the only thing holding my skirt up. It pooled at my feet, forgotten. I closed my eyes at the feel of Seth’s calloused hands gripping the front of my thighs. My whole body was trembling, and the heat coursing through me made me feel like I was burning alive as he nudged my legs apart.
“Ethan, give me your hand,” Seth demanded.
“What are you gonna do?” I asked, curiously looking down as their fingers connected.
Seth placed his cheek against mine and shushed me. The whisper of his breath against my face and the sound he made sent goosebumps down my arms. I shivered as I felt their
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combined hands move between my legs. My eyes widened and I watched Seth directing one of Ethan’s fingers along the front of my underwear, right between the lips of my girl parts. My mouth fell open in a silent cry as I saw and then felt Ethan pushing his finger, with the cotton over it, into me. My knees buckled and had I not been between the two of
them I would’ve fallen.
“Whoa,” Ethan said, lifting his free hand to my hip to help Seth with the sudden dead weight I’d become.
“Better take this to the floor,” Seth mumbled.
We maintained the same position we’d been it while standing up when we settled on the floor. Seth’s fingers dug into my waist, pulling me back so my ass bumped his front continuously. Slowly, I lifted my eyes, biting my lip, to see Ethan devouring Seth with his eyes. Ethan focused on his face before dropping his gaze to his boyfriend’s pulsing hips. With a burning blush, I bowed my head.
“Come closer,” Seth said, beckoning Ethan forward.
I wasn’t sure how much closer he could get, they were practically glued to me, but I wasn’t going to complain. I glanced back up at Ethan, searching his face. When he saw me looking at him, he hesitated, the lust in his eyes dimming as he contemplated what he should do with his hands now. His uncertainty would’ve been adorable if I hadn’t been feeling the same thing already.
Come on, Cass. He wanted boobs, we give him boobs. Besides, he’s already touched there. Boobs are nothing! My mind pep talk wasn’t great, but it seemed to give me enough of a
boost.
I reached behind me, shoving my hand in between my back and Seth’s chest, to unsnap my bra. I let the material slide down my arms as I thrust my chest forward. “Touch them.”
The demand caused Ethan to glance down with surprise as if he hadn’t noticed my previous movements. He reached forward and poked my right breast with his index finger.
“D–did you just poke my boob? Really, Ethan?” I asked with exasperation and roughly reached for his dropping hand to put it back in place, only this time forcing him to cup the whole thing.
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