Page 56 of Brush Strokes


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“This is all I could think about all night,” Ezra rasps against my neck. My fingers tremble as they unbuckle his belt and open the fly of his pressed pants. His cock falls free, and he catches hit, holding it by the base and lining up to my entrance. “God, you’re fucking perfect,” he moans as he enters me slowly.

When his body is flush against mine, buried to the hilt, he holds himself there, just rocking against me. The way my hips move with him puts pressure on the plug, making my insides clench, and a string of whiny mewls and profanities tumble from my lips.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Cal says, chuckling from somewhere behind us.

My eyes open, finding the lights have been turned off except for the corner lamp near the sitting area. Cal is leaning back against the wall, jacket discarded and shirt unbuttoned, pants open and cock out. He strokes himself with one hand, his phone held in the other.

Ezra straightens and moves my arms above my head, much like he did that one day in class. Only this time, he does pull my dress over my head, leaving me in nothing but my heels and a slip of a bodysuit that is barely covering anything at this point. The bottom of it is unclasped and pushed out of the way for easy access, and the bodice plunges low, showing off my ample cleavage.

Ezra bends low and licks the sweat from between my breasts before gripping my thighs and thrusting into me harder. I pant and cry, pawing at Ezra’s clothes in between bursts of distracting pleasure that ripple down my body with each delicious thrust. The more vocal I am, the more unrestrained Ezra becomes, until he has me pressed against the glass, fucking into me fast and hard. My breasts jump with every thrust, bouncing out of the confines of the bodice.

“Fuck me,” Cal groans, squeezing the head of his cock. From across the room, the light glints off the pearlescent fluid building at the tip. I lick my lips.

He grins wickedly, glancing down to his phone momentarily before a violent tremor rumbles through my insides, taking me entirely by surprise. The intense vibration sends a wave of electricity through every nerve ending in my body. I freeze, tensing against the strange and overwhelming sensation, the tremble of my nerve endings traveling back to my core.

My body lurches, crying out as a powerful orgasm takes controlof my body.

“Oh, fuck,” Ezra grunts out. “That’s fucking tight. Oh fuck, turn it off. Turn it off before I come!”

Cal laughs loudly, but the vibration stops and I suck in a deep, trembling breath. Beads of sweat roll down Ezra’s face and land on my chest, mingling with the sweat coating my skin.

“Jesus,” Ezra whispers breathlessly, his forehead on my shoulder.

He pulls out of me, leaving me empty and bereft. I hold on to him to keep my balance as I get to my feet, unsure of what to do next but feeling crazed.

Cal steps out of his pants, discarding his shirt as he stalks across the room. I launch myself at him, and he helps me wrestle out of my last remaining article of clothing.

“Leave the shoes,” he says. As much as I was looking forward to taking off these torture devices, I’m eager to obey. The way they watch me as I walk to the middle of the room is intoxicating. I’m drunk on their attention.

“On your knees, wildflower. I want to see those pretty painted lips stretched around my cock.” I drop myself to the floor without hesitation, angling my head up, opening my mouth with my tongue out to receive him.

“I want to paint you like this,” Ezra says behind me, raking his fingers through my hair. “You’re so fucking sexy. So perfect for us.”

He gets to his knees behind me as I take his best friend into my mouth, sucking the wide of his cock head between my lips,savoring the salty flavor of his arousal. With my hair pulled back into a ponytail, Ezra helps guide my mouth up and down Cal’s shaft.

“Jesus, Ez. Didn’t I tell you that shade of red was going to look pretty smeared all over my cock?”

Ezra murmurs his approval, pressing his hard cock into my back as he wraps his arms around me from behind. His hands are all over my body, caressing, kneading, worshiping every inch of me that he can reach. His fingers tease over my hips and ass, running through the arousal that drips down the insides of my thighs.

With one hand, he strokes his deft fingers through my pussy, circling around my clit. The other presses gently on the plug. I whine around Cal’s cock, and it jerks in my mouth.

Pushing me forward slightly, Ezra nudges his cock against the entrance of my pussy, slipping inside easily. He pulses the tip inside me as he moves the plug in and out of my ass in the same rhythm. Cal’s cock muffles my pleas.

He finally takes pity on me, when there’s so much arousal dripping from me that I feel sure there will be a puddle on the floor. His fingers dig into my hips, and he thrusts deep inside me with a strangled groan.

“Fuuuuck you feel good, Beth,” he hisses.

Cal moans his agreement. “I’ve been waiting to be inside you all day,bláth fiáin. I can’t get enough of your hot mouth, your delicious, perfect pussy. I want to be that plug in your ass right now and just live inside you for hours or days at a time.” He holds me steady while he gets to his knees, giving both of them easier access to my body.

They find an easy rhythm, thrusting into my mouth and pussy in long, slow strokes, stoking the fire that’s been burning inside me since the limo. Climax builds low in my abdomen, threatening me with intense waves of throbbing pleasure.

When Ezra starts to move the plug again, I’m momentarily distracted from the oncoming orgasm, but it quickly starts to build again.

Ezra pulls out of me just before I reach the point of no return. I pull off of Cal, trying to look behind me, but he redirects my attention with a deep kiss before returning my mouth to his cock. I stretch my lips open wide to wrap them around him again, desperate to have them both inside me. I take Cal deep and fast, encouraging him to take control and fuck my face like I know he wants to.

He groans out a curse as he thrusts deep into my throat. His release erupts, pumping what feels like a gallon of cum into my mouth. I swallow it down greedily, relishing every twitch of his cock, every groan of pleasure.

As Cal comes, Ezra takes advantage of my distraction and moves the plug in and out of my ass in agonizingly slow movements. Even more turned on by the taste of Cal’s cum coating my tongue, I move my hips with his movements, pushing back against the pressure.

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