Topping Art

Ethan's head rolled forward and he let out a helpless groan. Seth thrust harder into him, pushing Ethan closer. Seth repeated the movement two more times until it was either move forward or let Seth slip out of him.

Ethan's hips were lined with my face, and his knees were almost touching the headboard on either side of my shoulders. I lifted my arms above my head, waiting for him to fall into me, but it seemed Seth wasn't going to help anymore. I raised an eyebrow as the skin smacking got louder and quicker. A loud, drawn-out groan from Seth, a yelp from Ethan, and then the fast pace Seth had set slowed.

Ethan fell forward, bracing his hands against the wall above me. I expected his hips to thrust forward, so my mouth opened and I waited, but when it didn't happen I got impatient. He was kneeling over my face, dangling above my mouth, I could've lifted my head, but that wasn't what I wanted.

"Come on, Ethan, fuck my face," I demanded, hoping he wouldn't say no.

Seth moaned. "That dirty mouth is begging for it, Ethan. Fuck her."

"I can't," Ethan said whimpering, but it was like his cock was magnetically charged to dip into the wet cavern o my mouth because he circled his hips forward. "I don't want to hurt you again."

Deciding to meet him halfway, I used the muscles in my neck to lift my face, relaxing my throat as much as I could so I could take him deeper. I let out a happy yelp, muffled by his cock in my mouth, as he finally took the initiative and thrust.

His hands, which had been holding his upper body mostly off me, slipped down the wall to clutch my head and hold me in place. And this time, I was ready for it. Ethan let out tiny, pleasurable grunts, and his fingers tightened, pulling at my hair.

This is what I wanted, I thought.

The need to see Ethan's face caused me to awkwardly lift my gaze, but all I saw were his abs flexing with each thrust and his hair brushing against the wall. With Seth's help, Ethan's hips were now thrusting faster, causing me to drool. The lubrication from my saliva helped Ethan slide deeper every time. Not wanting to gag again, I pushed my forearms up enough to keep his hips from pushing too far. He was just shy of hitting the back of my throat. According to my cherry Popsicle, any stimulation at the far back of my throat and I was gagging.

Within five minutes, I learned three things: the closer Seth was to an orgasm the more verbal he got; the closer Ethan was to an orgasm the louder he got; and partial deep throating hurt after awhile.

The ′fuck me Ethan's' and ′that's it baby cum in Cassie's hot little mouth,′ from Seth plus the whining half screams from Ethan was enough to mostly cancel out the uncomfortable third realization. A charge vibrating in my groin sent tingling jolts to the tips of my toes as Seth's words made me blush and Ethan's cries got louder.

I flattened my palms against Ethan's midriff, pushing as his thrusting hips became wild, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. Holding himself up with one elbow, he let his free hand slide up the side of my face to the top of my head. His fingers clamped down, holding me still between him and the wall. His balls smacked against my chin and his shouts bounced off the walls.

Ethan was so rough I was worried he'd go too deep, but in the end, it wasn't the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. It was the warm squirt of semen. I'd heard horror stories of the taste, but it was almost effortless swallowing it down and sucking him at the same time. It was definitely an acquired taste, but it wasn't all that bad.

Ethan's voice cracked as his orgasmic cries got louder. He trembled above me. His fingers curled in my hair once again. His hips stilled as he gasped for breath, but I could feel Seth's continued thrusts. Ethan was shaking so hard I thought he might collapse against the wall and suffocate me, but Seth quickly shuffled him upwards, keeping Ethan in position, with his back flush against Seth's front. Seth kept his hips pumping against Ethan's ass, but his hand reached down for me. He gestured for me to get up. I lifted my ass off my calves and got to my knees. I was shorter—way shorter—than both of them, but with them kneeling I was able to push my upper body just slightly below Ethan's chest.

I glanced down at the squashed rise of my breasts against him. Ethan wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up and away from the wall. Ethan and Seth shifted backward, with Ethan holding me tightly to him, so that he could lay me on the bed. It was just in time because Seth pushed us all down onto the bed. I didn't realize how hot I was until the cool, damp sheets, touched my bareback.

This was it. I thought Ethan was going to do it then... take my virginity. So I helped by spreading my legs and pushing my hips up. I wrapped my arms around Ethan, placing my hands on Seth's hips. Ethan's elbows were digging into my shoulders, but I didn't care because I was finally going to feel him inside me. I was finally going to lose my virginity to the only person I've ever wanted, but he shook his head no.

Frowning, I bit my lower lip. What? Why? Was he... was it a rejection?

My heart suddenly hurt, but that was only partially why I wanted to cry out with frustration. I was more turned on in this moment than I'd been when he'd been sucking my clit. Deepthroating cock was the biggest aphrodisiac in the world... to me. I hadn't even realized how much my pussy was aching until Ethan said no.

I felt Seth thrusting into Ethan, forcing his hips into mine. The feel of him limp and damp from my spit was a horrible reminder that the physical act I'd wanted wasn't going to happen. I turned my head, so that my face was against the sheet, my eyes staring at the wall. I was hurt. I was mad. I was horny as fuck. And it was my fault.

"Oh, Cassie." Ethan was making grunting noises as Seth continued to jerk into him, but he managed to reach for my face, and turn my gaze back towards him. He ran his thumb along my eyebrow. "I can't bounce back so quickly, you know?" he whispered, leaning down to kiss my lips, all the while accepting Seth's frantic thrusts. Skin smacking against skin was becoming louder and Seth's dirty dialogue morphed into helpless groans.

I frowned, moving with them as the bed creaked and moaned in protest. I got it, by my vagina was throwing a fucking fit.

"God," Ethan growled, letting his thumb pull at my lips. "I think I really do love this mouth of yours." My eyes widened in surprise as he leaned down and captured my lips in the deepest, most emotion-filled kiss he'd ever given me.

When Seth finally finished, he collapsed against Ethan's back, causing me to grunt from all the added weight. Pulling away from Ethan, I smacked Seth's back. "Hey, I only like this kind of torture when I'm turned on. Get off me!"

"You're not turned on anymore?" Seth asked his voice breathless from exertion. It was the hint of drowsiness in his voice that had me scowl.

Him too? Gawd. Guys sucked.

"Sort of, and how the fuck long does it take you to cum Seth? Were you going for a record?"

Seth chuckled and sent an air kiss towards me before his head dropped to Ethan's shoulder.

"I can't breathe! I swear to God if guys fall asleep on me..."

Seth rolled off, made a small 'oomph-ing' noise as he settled in, and let out a small snore. I snorted in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

I shifted under Ethan, dropping my raised knees down. "Ethan, I mean it. If you fall asleep on me I'm going to kick you," I said, not fully believing my warning. It wasn't so bad having one guy lying on top of me.

He nuzzled his nose into my neck and placed kisses against the curve of my jaw. "We'll make it up to you," he promised as he lifted his hand to cup the side of my cheek.

Finally, he shifted his lower body off of me, leaving his sweaty chest on my side, and smashing my breasts under his arm. Stunned, I turned to watch his eyes drifting shut and when they fully closed I tried to pull away, but his arm tightened around me, bringing me towards him.

"This is just beyond rude," I mumbled, wiggling under Ethan's weight.

They'd been satisfied, but I hadn't and now I was being partially squished. Even if I did like it, my vag wasn't going to let me enjoy it too much. I was seriously thinking about leaving, until I felt Ethan drop his shoulder, applying more weight against me. I lifted my gaze and found his once closed eyes, wide open. He watched me with surprising intensity for someone so sleepy and my breath caught.

When one of his fingers slipped inside me, I was so startled that my hand shot to his wrist, gripping him tightly, only stopping him for a second. I swallowed and shot Ethan a surprised look. My mouth dropped open as I started to speak, but any words I'd been about to say cut off as my eyelashes fluttered against my cheeks. It didn't take long for soft whimpering moans to escape my throat. I shifted against his hand, letting his palm apply pressure against my clit.

"Cassie, look at me," Ethan said, his voice sounding sleepier than he currently looked.

I popped my eyes open when he stopped. "Don't stop," I whispered.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a droopy, tired smile. "Then you better look at me when I tell you to."

"Ethan—"

Whatever I was going to say caught in my throat as he thrust another finger inside me. I clutched his arm as it pushed up and down my stomach. He dropped his forehead against mine, never breaking eye contact. It was like he was memorizing me like he was searching my soul. He kissed me, once, twice, and then sucked on my bottom lip. I could almost pretend that this meant something, that we were just two people in love, pleasing each other.

Those are dangerous thoughts, Cassie. Remember, this isn't about love, the logical voice in my head spoke.

Not now, the illogical voice responded.

It was a simple surface orgasm, but it came swiftly enough that a startled gasp escaped my lips. I hugged Ethan's arm tighter to me, whimpering his name, and turning my body towards him as my hips humped the fingers he continued to thrust into me.

When it was over, he didn't pull his hand away or take his fingers out. He simply left them in place, gave me one last kiss, and settled deeply against me and the bed. When his breathing evened and I knew he was asleep, I still couldn't stop staring at him.

Is this really that moment? That moment when the woman realizes she might be confusing simple sex with love?

I mean, I knew I already loved him, but I'd pep talked myself crazy about this. It was just sex. A means to an end so I could follow through with my commitment to be a surrogate for a couple who couldn't have kids.

Ethan mumbled something into my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts. "What? Ethan, I didn't hear you," I whispered, breathing against his cheek.

"Love you, Cass," he said again before falling back to sleep.

My heart thumped in my chest and I swallowed. He wouldn't hear me so responding wouldn't hurt any. "I love you too, Ethan."

I should've been somewhat tired after that orgasm, even if it was just a simple one, but I wasn't even close. I had always loved Ethan, secretly I had known that it was in that way too, but this was the first time I'd spoken the words and actually meant romantic love instead of friendship love. My heart thumped in my chest as my gaze lingered on his peaceful, sleeping face, and for the first time since I'd propositioned him, I felt like I was in trouble.