Sex with My Two Hot Gay Best Friends pt2

The words hung in the air between us, fragile and reckless.

“Maybe p**n just isn’t cutting it anymore.”

Jordan’s eyes darkened further, the playful glint replaced by something raw and predatory. Luca’s thumb stopped its slow circles on my thigh and pressed down, deliberate, claiming. The rain hammered harder against the windows, like the weather itself was urging us forward.

Jordan moved first. He shifted closer on the couch until his knee nudged mine apart, opening me just enough that cool air kissed the damp heat between my legs. His hand came up to cup my jaw, thumb brushing over my lower lip with a tenderness that felt almost cruel given how badly I suddenly needed more.

“You sure about this, Soph?” he asked, voice rough, low enough that it vibrated through my chest. “Because once we start, I don’t think either of us is going to be gentle.”

My breath hitched. I’d spent years convincing myself this was impossible, that they were off-limits, that I was the perpetual third wheel in their perfect love story. And now they were looking at me like I was the only thing in the room worth touching.

I nodded, the movement small but certain. “I’m sure.”

That was all it took.

Jordan’s mouth crashed into mine without warning—hot, demanding, nothing like the soft tentative kisses I’d had in months. His tongue swept in, tasting of wine and spice, and I moaned into him without meaning to. He swallowed the sound, angling my head so he could take the kiss deeper, teeth scraping my lower lip just hard enough to sting.

At the same time, Luca’s hand slid higher up my inner thigh, fingers tracing the seam of my yoga pants until he reached the soaked panel at the center. He didn’t ask. He just pressed two fingers firmly against me, right over my clit, and rubbed in a slow, devastating circle.

I broke from Jordan’s kiss with a gasp, hips bucking involuntarily into Luca’s touch.

“Fuck,” I whimpered.

Luca leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You’re drenched, bellissima. We haven’t even started.”

The Italian slipped out when he was turned on; I’d heard it directed at Jordan a hundred times, but never at me. Hearing it now sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

Jordan pulled back just enough to yank my oversized tee over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere behind the couch. My bra was simple black cotton—nothing fancy—but the way his eyes raked over me made me feel like I was wearing the most expensive lingerie in the world.

“Christ, look at you,” he muttered. His hands went to my breasts immediately, palming them through the fabric, thumbs flicking over my nipples until they peaked hard against the cotton. Then he hooked his fingers under the cups and tugged the bra down, not off, just enough to expose me.

Cool air hit my skin, followed instantly by the wet heat of his mouth closing over one nipple. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, and I cried out, fingers threading into his dark hair to hold him there.

Luca’s hand left my thigh, and I whined at the loss—until I felt him shift behind me. He moved with that quiet grace he always had, sliding off the couch to kneel in front of me. Strong hands gripped my hips and pulled me forward until I was perched on the edge of the cushion, legs spread wide around his shoulders.

Jordan kept working my breasts, switching sides, licking and biting until I was trembling. Luca’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my yoga pants and panties together. He looked up at me, hazel eyes almost black with lust.

“Lift,” he ordered softly.

I obeyed instantly, raising my hips. He peeled the fabric down my legs and off, leaving me completely naked from the waist down. The sudden exposure made me shiver, but before I could feel self-conscious, Luca’s hands were on my thighs again, spreading me open.

He didn’t tease. He didn’t go slow.

He just leaned in and licked one long, flat stripe up my center, from entrance to clit, groaning like he’d been starving for the taste.

My head fell back against the couch with a broken moan. Jordan’s mouth left my breast with a wet pop, and I felt him move, felt the couch dip as he shifted to watch.

Luca licked me again, slower this time, savoring. Then he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking lightly, before sucking it gently between his lips. My hips jerked, chasing more pressure, and he pinned me down with one forearm across my pelvis, holding me exactly where he wanted me.

Jordan’s hand slid into my hair, turning my face toward him. He kissed me again, slower this time, letting me taste myself faintly on his tongue from when he’d kissed Luca earlier. His other hand joined Luca’s between my legs—not competing, cooperating. Jordan’s fingers slid lower, tracing my entrance, gathering wetness, then pushing one thick finger inside me without warning.

I clenched around him immediately, inner walls fluttering. He cursed softly against my mouth.

“So fucking tight,” he murmured. “Been too long, hasn’t it?”

I could only nod, breathless.

Luca pulled back just long enough to speak, lips shiny. “Add another.”

Jordan did—two fingers now, stretching me, curling just right to brush that spot inside that made my thighs shake. Luca went back to my clit, licking in time with Jordan’s thrusts, and the dual sensation had me climbing fast, embarrassingly fast.

I broke the kiss to gasp for air. “I’m—fuck—I’m close already—”

“Good,” Jordan growled. “Come on our tongues, Soph. Let us feel it.”

Luca hummed in agreement, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. He sucked harder, fingers digging into my hips, and Jordan crooked his fingers again, pressing firmly.

I came with a sharp cry, back arching off the couch, thighs clamping around Luca’s head. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, intense and almost overwhelming after so many months without touch. They didn’t stop—Luca kept licking gently through it, drawing it out, while Jordan slowed his fingers but didn’t remove them, letting me pulse around him.

When I finally sagged, boneless and panting, Luca sat back on his heels, lips swollen and glistening. Jordan withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean while watching me with hooded eyes.

I couldn’t look away.

Jordan smirked. “Taste yourself,” he said, offering his fingers to me.

I leaned forward and took them into my mouth without hesitation, tongue swirling, tasting my own arousal mixed with him. His groan was low and satisfied.

Luca stood, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. His body was lean muscle, olive skin stretched over defined abs and that perfect V that disappeared into his jeans. I’d seen him shirtless at the beach a hundred times, but never like this—never with that hungry look aimed at me.

Jordan followed suit, stripping off his own shirt. Broader than Luca, shoulders strong from years of rock climbing, dark hair dusting his chest. They were beautiful separately, devastating together.

And right now, both of them were looking at me like they wanted to ruin me in the best way.

Luca reached for his belt. “Bedroom,” he said, voice rough. “I want you spread out on a bed when I fuck you.”

My core clenched at the words, another rush of wetness coating my thighs.

Jordan scooped me up before I could move, hands under my ass, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, arms around his neck, and he carried me down the hall like I weighed nothing. Luca followed, flicking off lights as we went, until the only glow was the dim streetlight filtering through my bedroom curtains.

Jordan laid me down in the center of the bed, then stepped back to strip off his jeans. No underwear. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, curving slightly upward, already leaking at the tip. My mouth watered.

Luca was right behind him, shedding the rest of his clothes. Longer than Jordan, not quite as thick, but gorgeous—flushed dark, veins prominent, head slick.

They climbed onto the bed on either side of me, surrounding me with heat and hard muscle. Hands everywhere—Jordan’s on my breasts again, Luca’s tracing my ribs, my hips, my inner thighs.

Jordan kissed me while Luca moved lower, spreading my legs wide and settling between them. He didn’t go down on me again. Instead, he lined himself up, rubbing the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself.

“Look at me,” he said.

I did. Our eyes locked as he pushed in—slow, relentless, stretching me inch by inch. The burn was exquisite, fullness I hadn’t felt in forever. When he bottomed out, we both groaned.

“So good,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine. “You feel perfect.”

He started moving—deep, measured strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me. Jordan shifted to kneel beside my head, hand stroking himself slowly as he watched Luca fuck me.

“Open,” Jordan said softly.

I turned my head and took him into my mouth eagerly, tongue swirling around the head, tasting salt and heat. He hissed, fingers threading gently into my hair—not pushing, just anchoring.

Luca’s pace increased, hips snapping harder, the slap of skin filling the room. Every thrust pushed me further onto Jordan, and I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper.

The dual sensation was overwhelming—Luca filling me completely, Jordan heavy on my tongue. I felt surrounded, claimed, worshipped.

Luca’s hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit again. “Come again,” he demanded. “Want to feel you squeeze me when I come inside you.”

The words sent me over. I moaned around Jordan, body seizing as another orgasm ripped through me, stronger than the first. Luca followed seconds later, burying himself deep and pulsing hot inside me, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat.

He stayed inside me a moment, breathing hard, then pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the loss, but Jordan was already moving, taking Luca’s place between my legs.

He didn’t wait. He pushed in while I was still fluttering from aftershocks, the slide easy from Luca’s release and mine. The feeling of being so full again so soon made me gasp.

Jordan fucked me harder than Luca had—faster, deeper, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. His eyes never left mine.

“You’re ours tonight,” he said between thrusts. “Every sound, every shiver. All ours.”

I couldn’t answer—could only cling to his shoulders and take it, pleasure building again impossibly fast.

Luca moved to my side, kissing my neck, my breasts, murmuring filthy praise in Italian and English. His hand joined Jordan’s rhythm, fingers circling my clit again.

I came a third time with a sob, clenching around Jordan so hard his rhythm faltered. He slammed in deep one last time and let go, spilling inside me with a rough groan, hips jerking through it.

We collapsed in a tangle—sweaty, breathless, utterly spent. Jordan rolled to one side, Luca to the other, both pulling me close until I was cradled between them.

The rain had softened to a gentle patter. My body hummed, loose and sated in a way I hadn’t known was possible.

Jordan pressed a kiss to my temple. “Still think p**n’s enough?” he teased, voice sleepy.

I laughed weakly, boneless. “Shut up.”

Luca’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my stomach. “We’re not done with you yet,” he murmured. “Just… giving you a minute.”

My heart stuttered.

Round two, apparently, was only the beginning.