17.2
I moan as Adriano’s tongue laps me gently – probing me, exploring me as he licks every bit of my wetness. His movements are softer, more languid and slower than Nathaniel’s. He’s taking his time with me, savoring every bit of it, not devouring me with the intensity Nathaniel just did. It’s different from Nathaniel but just as hot, and my body responds the way it did when Nathaniel was between my legs – immediately, like it’s been waiting for the two of these men forever.
This should feel so wrong. Not more than a few minutes ago, another man’s face was between my legs, another man’s tongue on my clit, his fingers buried deep inside me as I screamed my orgasm. But it doesn’t. Instead, it feels perfect.
The throbbing emptiness gives way to overwhelming arousal again as Adriano’s tongue enters me. Adriano fucks me with his tongue, moving in and out where Nathaniel’s fingers were a few moments ago. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.
Oh my God. I’m already close to coming a second time.
But I stop myself. “No,” I whisper. I think the orgasm might have made me bold. Or crazy. Probably both. That’s the only explanation for why I say what I do right now. “I want more… I need more than your mouths on me.”
As the words leave my mouth, my heart pounds wildly in my chest, even as the fearful part of me reminds me again that First Daughters don’t have sex with multiple football players. They have lights-out, missionary-style, good-girl sex with their long-term boyfriends who are Wall Street legends, or prominent attorneys, or independently wealthy billionaires.
But then Adriano pulls away from me, standing to disrobe, and he and Nathaniel are both in front of me naked and the fearful thoughts are replaced with one single thought:
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I just stare.
"You're…" My voice drifts off as my breath hitches in my throat. "Um… huge."
Everywhere.
They're both massive - walls of rippling muscle, defined abs, and… the biggest, hardest cocks I've ever seen. When they begin to slowly stroke those cocks right in front of me, my face warms and the throbbing between my legs reminds me of what I want.
"Well, I'm bigger," Adriano says.
"Really? You fucking think so?" Nathaniel challenges him.
“Maybe we should let Georgina decide,” Adriano responds, his eyes on mine. He gives me a cocky smile. “What do you think?”
Think? There’s no thinking going on right now because all of the blood in my brain has shifted downward. I think my IQ has dropped significantly, rendering me stupid and incapable of forming a complete thought, let alone articulating a coherent sentence. “I think…” My voice drifts off as I summon the courage and words to say exactly what I think. “I want…”
“Don’t tell me you’re speechless,” Nathaniel teases.
“Yeah, I want to hear that pretty little mouth of yours describe exactly what you want,” Adriano chimes in.
Nathaniel groans, his hand running down his length. “So do I.”
“I want… your cocks.” I pause, exhaling and then taking a deep, slow breath before I continue. My heart races wildly in my chest. Okay, I’m going to say it. “I want your cocks. In. My. Mouth.” I gulp a deep breath between each word not because I’m trying to be emphatic, but because I’m trying to maintain my courage. “I want to taste both of you.”
For a second, they just stand there unmoving – both of them staring at me, their hands on their dicks.
Shit. Did I say the wrong thing?
“Okay. This wasn’t the exact reaction I was hoping for."
Adriano swears under his breath, something unintelligible.
“Holy fuck, that mouth,” Nathaniel says. “Are you sure?”
Am I sure?
I’m about to get on my knees and put my mouth on the cocks of two football players. No, I’m not fucking sure. I think I might be temporarily insane – or hell, permanently insane.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“Georgina,” Adriano says, his voice low in his throat. He kisses me softly, and I taste a hint of me still on his lips. His gentle kiss is followed by Nathaniel’s powerful one, each distinct and sexy in their own way.
I slide my palms over their chests and down their abs until I reach their cocks. I kneel in front of them, taking their cocks in my hands.
"Fuck," Nathaniel groans. "Keep stroking me just like that."
When Adriano moans, it’s all the encouragement I need. “I’d rather have you between my lips.”
“Shit, Georgina, you have such a filthy little mouth,” Adriano says.
New Georgina seems to have taken Old Georgina's inhibitions and thrown them out the window. New Georgina is dirty as hell. I smile at Adriano, taking his cock in my hand and licking it from base to tip. Then I do the same to Nathaniel. “That’s right,” I agree. “And I want you to fuck my filthy little mouth.”
“You keep talking like that,” Nathaniel starts, his voice faltering as I put my lips around the head of his cock, “and doing what you’re doing, and I’m going to come in that filthy mouth of yours.”
“We both will,” Adriano says.
My core throbs its response. Why does the prospect of taking both of them – tasting both of them – make my body respond the way it does?
“Promise?” I ask.
Both of them growl. Literally. Like animals.
I’ve never watched porn before, but I feel like a porn star kneeling with two men’s rock-hard cocks in my hands – like I’m sexy, and powerful, and in control. My hand gripping Nathaniel’s shaft, I turn to the side, touching my tongue to the tip of Adriano’s dick and tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum where it beads.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Adriano says, looking at me with half-lidded eyes.
