The bedroom door clicks shut. Léa’s house. Late night. The air thick, heavy with unspoken heat. A massive mattress sprawls on the floor. Antoine and Vincent strip first. Skin glows under dim light. Antoine’s slim body, soft curves. Vincent’s muscled frame, tanned. My heart thuds. Pulse races. I peel off shirt, jeans. Boxer clings tight. They kiss. Hands roam torsos. Tender. Hungry. My cock stirs. Hardens. Their eyes flick to me. Antoine’s gaze lingers on my bulge. Vincent’s hand slips into Antoine’s shorts. Fabric tents. I watch. Breath quickens. Heat floods my veins.
“Don’t stop for me,” I mutter. Voice husky. They smile. Wicked. Antoine frees his cock. Thick. Veined. Pulsing. Vincent strokes it slow. Up. Down. My boxer strains. Obvious. Antoine reaches. Fingers brush my waistband. “Take it off.” I do. Cock springs free. Pre-cum beads on the tip. Heart hammers. Chest tight. He grips me. Soft palm. Warm. Slides over shaft. Thumb circles glans. Electricity shoots through me. I gasp. Tremble. Grab his dick. Hot. Velvet steel. Stroke it. Match his rhythm. Skin slaps skin lightly. Breathing syncs. Ragged. Urgent.
The Fever
Vincent watches. Eyes dark. Hungry. Antoine leans in. Tongue flicks my frenulum. Wet heat. Sucks the head. Swirls. I moan. Hips buck. New. Forbidden. Thrilling. My pulse roars in ears. Blood pounds. He pulls back. “Vincent needs us.” We kneel. Vincent’s long cock out. Throbbing. We lick. Tongues duel on his shaft. Salty skin. Musky. I taste man. Real. Raw. Antoine sucks deep. I lap balls. Finger his crack. He guides me. Push in. Tight. Hot. He groans. Body shudders. Heartbeat echoes mine. Wild. Possessive.
The Blaze
I take over. Mouth engulfs Vincent. Deep throat. Tongue frenzied. He thrusts. Grunts. Cum builds. Salty leak. I pump faster. He cries out. Cock spasms. Jets hit my face. Chest. Warm. Sticky. Bliss. Antoine jerks me hard. I seize his cock. Stroke furious. Our eyes lock. Desperate. Peaks crash. He erupts first. Ropes on my torso. Scalding. I explode. Endless spurts. Body convulses. Waves rip through. Pure fire.
Antoine collapses on me. Skin slick. Hearts pound together. Sweat cools. Sperms mixes. Sticky mess. Wipe with sheets. Rough. Real. Exhausted. Sated. Drift off. Bodies tangled. Skin still burns. Night etched forever. Unforgettable rush. Pulse slows. But fire lingers.