A Massage Turned Threesome

Noah, in loose linen pants and a fitted shirt, began kneading my shoulders, his hands warm and skilled. – You good, Ava? – he asked, his voice soothing.

I’m in heaven already – I murmured, sinking into the table.

Okay if Liam practices on your other arm? – Noah asked.

Bring it on, Liam. Show me what you’ve got – I said, encouraging him.

Liam’s hands, slick with oil, started at my wrist, working each finger with surprising finesse. Together, they massaged my arms, their hands gliding up to my neck, easing every knot. I felt like royalty, pampered beyond reason.

I’m basically Cleopatra right now, ruling from my throne – I joked, earning laughs from both.

Peeking up, I noticed their silhouettes above me, the unmistakable outlines in their pants stirring a heat deep within me. My arousal built as four hands trailed down my spine, their touch firm yet teasing. I imagined myself ensnared by some mythical creature, its tendrils exploring every inch.

When they reached the towel, they paused, then shifted to my feet. Their fingers worked my toes, then pressed into my soles, sending ticklish sparks up my legs. My thighs parted slightly, involuntarily, and I wondered if they could see the slickness gathering there.

They moved up my calves, stopping just shy of my thighs. Noah’s voice was steady. – Ava, I’ll need to move the towel to work your glutes properly. Cool with that?

You know what you’re doing. Go for it – I replied, my voice huskier than intended.

The towel vanished, and their oiled hands claimed my hips, kneading deeply. Their fingers grazed the sensitive curve where thigh met cheek, sending jolts through me. When a fingertip brushed my most private spot, my breath hitched, a delicious ache blooming.

Just blood flow kicking in – Noah said, his tone professional but laced with something darker. I stayed silent, letting the sensation wash over me. He signaled for me to roll over.

Face-up, I felt exposed, vulnerable, and thrillingly alive. They started at my feet again, then my ankles, pausing at my knees. My arousal was undeniable now, my skin flushed and slick. Their pants did little to hide their own excitement, the fabric straining.

Noah moved to my chest, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebbled under his touch. Liam stayed at my knees, his fingers trembling slightly. I reached for Noah, my hand finding the hard ridge beneath his pants, squeezing firmly. He groaned, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip.

I pulled him closer, whispering against his ear – I’m dripping for you. I need you both, right now, no clothes.

His eyes darkened with desire. He stepped back, shedding his clothes with urgent grace. Liam followed, his movements less certain but eager. In moments, they stood bare, their arousal evident, their bodies lean and taut. They closed in, hands roaming my breasts, teasing my nipples to aching points. I reached for them, guiding their lengths to my lips, tasting their saltiness in brief, hungry pulls as their fingers explored my slick folds, circling my swollen bud until I gasped and arched.

They eased me to the floor, a soft blanket beneath me. Noah knelt between my thighs, parting them wide. He entered me slowly, his thickness stretching me, each deliberate thrust grazing my clit. The friction built a fire in my core, and I shattered, my cries echoing as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Liam, stroking himself beside me, dragged his tip across my parted lips. His control faltered, and he spilled across my cheek, warm and sudden, his breath ragged.

Noah’s rhythm didn’t waver, his hips rolling with precision. Another climax tore through me, louder this time, my nails digging into the blanket. He gripped my breasts, thrusting deeper, then tensed, his release flooding me with heat as he groaned my name.

Liam slipped away to the bathroom, his footsteps quiet. Noah rolled to my side, pulling me close so I lay across his chest, our slick skin pressed together. My fluids mingled with his, dripping onto his hips as he traced lazy circles on my back. We stayed there, basking in the quiet intimacy, until he murmured – Shower time? We could use a refresh.

I nodded, grinning, eager to wash away Liam’s sticky mark from my face. Noah helped me stand, leading me to his spacious bathroom. Warm water cascaded over us, rinsing every trace of our exertion. He kissed me deeply, his lips lingering on mine before trailing to my breasts, sucking gently until my nipples stood firm. His hands slid over my curves, rekindling the ache between my thighs. My core throbbed, lips swollen and ready.

His arousal pressed against my belly, hard again. After toweling off, he scooped me up, carrying me to his bed. The room was softly lit, scented with cedar and musk. I parted my lips, voice low. – Give me you, Noah. I want to taste you again.

He didn’t hesitate, straddling me, guiding himself to my mouth. I took him deep, his length hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water and my jaw ache deliciously. Saliva spilled as I worked him, savoring his low moans. Then he shifted, burying his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my folds, circling my clit with maddening precision before dipping lower, teasing my tighter entrance. I floated, lost in a haze of pleasure, my hips bucking against his mouth.