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Michael shoved you on to your belly and climbed on top of you with a sigh. He chuckled under his breath as he pulled on the sheet until it loosened. Once it was free, his hand pressed to the flesh just under your ass. You went limp as you felt his hand press to your skin as it slid over the curve of your flesh until he cupped you in his massive hands. His grip forced your flesh to part, and you rolled your eyes at his appreciative hum. It was a small miracle that your hair had whipped across your face, cause it hid the blush that bloomed when he pulled a bit more- just enough for your pussy to part quite loudly.

When were you not wet for this man?

“Mmmm.” Michael hummed approvingly before his hand glided off your bum.

You had started to turn, but your body jolted back forward on to your belly as Michael’s hand returned with a loud crack as he smacked your ass with his fingers spread. Your moth dropped open as you turned your head to berate him, but the moment you opened your mouth a loud groan dragged from your throat. Michael had dove in. His tongue pressed to your cunt hungrily as his hands gripped your ass, keeping you spread. You moaned as one of his hands pressed into the heated skin that had raised from being spanked. The heat scorched a path to your core like his breath on your moist skin.

“Oh, yes.” You moaned and reached underneath yourself.

Blindly, you extended your middle finger down your pelvis to press to your clit, but you felt your nail skim Michael’s face.

“Ugh.” He growled and flipped you back on to your back, pinning your hands beside your head, “Don’t move.” He told you firmly.

It was one of the few moments it was well worth being an obedient lay for him. You kept your mouth shut as he shimmied down the bed. Lazily, he leaned on one of your spread thighs like a pillow. His beard scruff rubbed against the soft skin of your thigh as he kitten licked your clit. Your nipples pebbled tightly in the air of the hotel room as he continued to tease you with the lightest of touches.

“Michael-“

You bit your lip as he leaned his head back and spat on your folds, the sensation of his spit gliding down your cunt made you clench. To torture you further, Michael dragged his face down your thigh, rubbing his beard in until he was in position. With no warning, you felt the thickened, wet length of his tongue press into the opening of your pussy.

“Oh- oh, no.”

“No?” Michael lifted his head.

“Yes!” You groaned, reaching down with grabby hands, “yes, yes, yes.” You whined as Michael laughed and laid his head back on your thigh. “Oh my god, yes.”

The moans you let out were going to get you both kicked out of the hotel, and you tried your best to keep it down. It was really hard until you heard something that quieted you. The soft, yet undeniable sound of skin gliding caught your attention between your own sounds. Pushing yourself up on to your elbows, you looked down. Your jaw hung open as you watched Michael.

He was half turned on his side, his head rested on your red irritated thigh, his right arm wrapped under that leg. His tongue flicked in and out of your folds, pushing deeper before going shallow a few times. But lower was what caught your attention.

Michael’s hips were leaned against the bed, his left leg lifted and bent, giving just enough room for his arm to sneak under him. The glimpse of his cock, swollen, red and leaking on to the bedsheets under his hips made you shiver. His hips humped the grip of his hand as he stroked himself. All you could see was the tip of his cock, but it was enough when you couldn’t help but imagine that rhythm inside of you.

Your hole clenched around his tongue and he groaned, his hips ground hard into the bed and his grip. The tip of his cock drooled a fresh string of pre cum that made the white sheet under it shine. You licked your lips, the taste of his dick so well known to you you could taste it just by looking at it. Your mouth watered.

Michael’s hips turned, exposing more of himself to your gaze as he leaned to his side, showing you the way his length strained and bobbed from his body in his loose hold. His hand wrapped around his tip and he moaned as he rubbed his palm over the tip of his dick, no doubt rubbing all the precum over himself.

Your eyes lifted to the way his cock was framed by the delicious Adonis belt and abs that were the picture of discipline. When your eyes traveled up those abs to his defined chest, you jumped to his eyes and grinned. He was looking at you, putting on a show as he held his mouth open above your hole, drooling down into your cunt as he licked your insides. You smiled at him with half hooded eyes as you toyed with one of your nipples.

“We should start everyday like this.” You purred.

Michael grinned and kissed your cunt before he crawled up the length of your body, his hand still wrapped around himself, “You know it’s afternoon right?”

You hummed as you raised your hips and wrapped your thighs around his waist, “Is it?”

His cock bumped against your slippery entrance, “Ye-yeah.” He moaned as he pushed inside of you.

You smiled and opened your arms up towards him. He instantly melted into your arms and gently kissed you as he let gravity sink himself into your body. You hummed against his mouth as he playfully gave you small kisses and rubbed his nose against yours.

“You’re in a better mood today.” He whispered.

“Mhmmmm.” You hummed, crossing your ankles behind his back.

“Good, shouldn’t listen to that dickhead.”

“I’m more focused on this dick right now.” You rocked your hips forward and the soft look on Michael’s face melted off.

“Aren’t you always?” He teased as he pushed himself up on to his knees and tapped his fingers against your legs, “Let go.”

“No.”

“Cmon.” He slowly rocked forward, trying to butter you up, “You know you don’t like going out with me dripping out of you.”

Oh shit, the party. Dan was holding a party that night, and since you’d slept the day away, it had to be only a short while from then.

“Said who?” You recovered quickly.

“Cumslut.” He growled as he thrusted forward harshly.

“Cumdump.” You sassed as you squeezed your legs and cunt.

“Ughhh,” Michael groaned as he fell forward into your embrace, “I don’t give a fuck,” he pushed and pulled himself from you, “just wanna be in you.”

“Wanna keep you in me.” You stroked his head as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, “All for you.”

“Lucky me.”

His voice rasped against your neck as you felt the gentle touch of his lips against your skin. He did it absentmindedly, a soft press to your skin as he rocked inside of you, savoring you.

“Feels so good.” You whined and tightened around him.

A quick thrust made you gasp. He rocked in you, and gave you unexpectedly hard thrusts, setting your nerves on fire as you struggled to keep yourself calm. It was like someone had bottled up firecrackers under your skin. You shook underneath the Aussies big body, all the while you could feel his smile against your collarbone. It was perfect.

Until the phone rang.

“Ohhhh,” Michael moaned as he sat up between your legs, “that’s a nice angle.”

He pulled in and out of you, fucking you firmly as he picked up his phone. Without a word, you covered your mouth with your hand as he lifted it to his ear.

“Hey Danny.”

You flipped Michael off, which only spurred him on. Now leaned back on his knees, he thrusted harder, the wet suck of your cunt swallowing him up audible in the air between you. Your palm pressed to your teeth as you whined loudly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m still coming. Just went for a run.” He winked at you, “Gonna head back soon. Yeah,” he sat up, angling his cock to brush the top of your pussy where he knew you were sensitive, “not a problem mate.”

You gasped for air as you felt all the will to be quiet and your breath pressed out of you as Michael bullied the soft upper wall of your pussy and rubbed your clit. It was like being rubbed from both sides, the pleasure was unreal. You could hear the muffled moan that dragged from your throat and knew it would only be a matter of minutes until he had you screaming and cumming.

Michaels hand came down like a vice over your own, shoving your fingers against your teeth. The pain of my teeth dragging across your knuckles ate at the edge of your pleasure and your eyes rolled back.

“Nah mate, think it’s the wind.” He wedged the phone between his shoulder and face, using his free hand to lightly swat your cheek.

You wanted to be mad so badly, but you were so close. You could barely tell what color the ceiling was, your brain was as scrambled as your guts.

“Oy,” a playful swat at your ass made your eyes jump forward, at a phone-less Michael, that smug grin on his face, “don’t you pass out on me.”

-

Luckily, when you regained consciousness after another round of mind numbing sex, Michael lets you know that Dan wanted to go clubbing. You were pretty excited, and all that excitement fueled you to immediately kick Michael out so you could get feeling back in your legs and get ready for a night out.

Daniels energy was contagious in the club, he was already like the energizer bunny on speed, but add that to a party atmosphere and everything turns up to 10.

Drinks flow, smoke rises above the crowd and it’s one hell or a night when Daniel Ricciardo is in town.

Which is exactly why you get absolutely smashed not even three hours in. So smashed, you find yourself wobbling around, looking for the only thing that could make the floating happiness in you even more floatier: Michael.

He’s sitting on the velvet lined couch that follows the east wall of the club, arms hooked over the edges of the couch. There are some girls trying to talk to him, and you don’t even feel jealous. You feel so sure of yourself that you don’t even hesitate: you elbow them straight out of the way and earn his immediate attention.

“Hi.”

You smile as your slurred words spill from your wet lips. Stumbling forward on your heels, you take Michael’s outstretched hand. His amused smile morphs into a look of shock as you climb into his lap, no doubt flashing part of the club as your legs part to climb over Michael’s wide thighs.

“Hey,” he nervously chuckled as he looked over your shoulder, “what are you doing?”

“Sitting.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I know.” Michael ran his hands gently down your side, ghosting over the flesh of your thighs, “we’re in public, baby.”

“So?” You shrugged and leaned forward to brush your lips against the shell of his ear, “Hasn’t stopped you before.”

You groaned loudly at the sharp sensation of him pulling your hair, a desperate attempt to put space between your two hot bodies. You whined and rolled your hips, a satisfied smirk on your dazed face when he grabbed you forcefully and shoved you to your feet.

You rolled your eyes as he stood chest to chest with you, his hands fisted at his sides. You drank in the dark of his pupils, he was so close, you knew he ached like you did.

“M’not wearing panties, and my pussy is throbbing. So he a good boy, and fill me up until my legs are shaking the way you love.”

When Michael’s body stiffened but doesn’t move, you push further. Raking your nails over the contours of his chest, you grab his pecs and push him down. You step forward to stand between his legs, purposefully keeping one heeled foot on the booth next to him. Spread with your knee up, you feel the air hit your pussy as you carelessly put her on display.

Michael cupped your pussy quickly as he stood to cover you, almost knocking you over if not for the arm he snuck around your waist. You whined as his hand slips away from your needy cunt and he hauls you through the club behind him. You giggled as you struggled to keep up, but were content to be dragged behind your lover.

Cause that’s what you were, weren’t you?

Lovers.

The thought kept a smug smile on your face all the way outside the door, where Michael manhandled you around a corner and into the tight alleyway between the brick wall of the club and the fence to another property. The other property had a spotlight that shines through the trees, giving you just enough light to see all of the man you wanted to be devoured by.

“What’s wrong with you?” He yelled before quickly lowering his voice, “Exposing yourself in that club, anyone could’ve seen you!”

You giggled and shimmied your tight skirt up your hips, before leaning them forward, pussy out again as you playfully hummed and leaned against the brick wall behind you.

“It doesn’t matter.” You twirled a piece of your hair around your finger, “It’s yours.”

Michael visibly gulped as you reach down to stroke your protruding clit, “Baby-“

You moaned softly as your finger tip rolled against your sensitive clit, “This is your pussy.” you leaned back, your legs stretched surprisingly wide, “Doesn’t matter who sees it when you’re the only one who gets to be inside it.”

Michael looked at you for a moment, “Is that right?” You hummed in response as his finger gently pried your own off your pussy before replacing them.

“Yes.” You breathed out as he knowingly handled you.

“Then why you showing off what’s mine, huh?” He licked his lips, the deep brown of his eyes growing darker as his pupils visibly expanded, “Doesn’t make me feel like it’s mine.”

You giggled as his hand dropped, breaking all contact between the two of you. You raked your nails up his chest, dragging them over the ridges of his abs through his shirt before grabbing him by the hips and shoving him back. The chain link fence behind him clanged as he landed against it, still on his feet but visibly surprised at the way you were taking charge. His arms flexed as his fingers dug between the knots of the fence, anchoring himself there.

You reach for his pants, tug the button open and drag the zipper down, “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Nah, nah,” Michael’s voice rasped as a single finger came to stroke the soft skin under your chin, “you can fuck me, darling.”

Lightheaded from want, need and the drinks you’d downed, you push your hand down his pants. The hot velvety skin of his cock felt so good in your grip as you pull him out to the midnight air. You teasingly stroke him before gripping his shoulder in your other hand. You hitch your leg up against the chain link fence, hooking your heel into a gap and lifting your knee well above Michael’s hips. You hiss as the cool night air brushes against your heated skin, and you can see the movement of people, hear the bass of the club just at the end of the alleyway but one tap under your chin from Michael’s finger does it.

Leaning forward so you’re pressed chest to chest, you you drive Michael’s cock home inside you. His head drops back and you grin as you watch him grip the fence. The fact that he’s leaned against the fence not touching you and it’s not bothering you is a testament to how intoxicated with power you feel in that moment.

To finally be the one doing the fucking.

Rolling your hips back and forth, while raising your ass up and down, you follow a figure 8 motion as you ride and grind your pussy up and down his shaft. Even with the thumping bass and your muffled ears from hours of clubbing, you can pick up on the squish of your wet cunt sucking up Michael’s dick inside you.

You’ve got handfuls of Michael’s shirt to hold on to as you frantically ride him standing up. It’s not doubt the riskiest and dirtiest sex you’ve had, and you can hear how your practically spraying him with your juices with each thrust. Your head rolls back as you moan as loud as you like. You were outside, behind a club, no one would ever-

You gasp as you spot a shadow a few feet away. Your cunt squeezes Michael hard in your fright, and he grips your hips, grinding his cock into the deepest part of you.

“Stop, stop.” You frantically groan as Michael suddenly notices your audience too.

Daniel steps out from the shadow and even in your inebriated state, you feel your heart drop to the floor.

“Mate-“

“What the fuck!” Daniel yells.

“No-“

“You’re inside her!” Daniel throws his hands up to stop Michael from whatever he was going to say.

“No, wait.” Michael, in all his wisdom, grips your hips and pulls out of you. The wet squeeze of your cunt fills the air as Michaels cock audibly pops out of you, hard as a rock and glistening with your arousal.

“Jesus Christ.” Daniel yells as he quickly turns around, “what the fuck. What the fuck.”

You stumble back until you’re leaned against the stupid brick wall where you started this nonsense. The tears scorched down your cheeks, the night are chilled against your skin with a bite that deepened the hole that was quickly caving in your chest. You could hear yourself trying to be quiet, your lips pressed together in a juvenile attempt to keep your sobs at bay. Daniel stood in front of you, his breathing heavy but his face dumbfounded as he turned and faced the two of you.

"How long?"

Michael squeezed the bridge of his nose, the stress of the situation pulling his shoulders up as his free hand rested at his waist, "Dan-"

"How long?" Your shared boss looked between you, his eyes glossy, and scoffed, "Since that weekend at the ranch?"

You sniffled as the memories flooded back. It was so embarrassing how the memory of Michael could make your thighs clench, especially at a moment like this.

"No." Michael admitted softly, dropping both hands to his waist as he looked down at the ground.

"Bef-" Daniel cut himself off, and let out a bitter laugh, "did you two ever hate each other? Or was that just an act for me?"

You finally spoke up, "We thought we did-"

"It's just fucking around, Daniel." Your vision spun for a moment as your mind caught Michael's words and echoed them through your mind, "We were just fucking around." He repeated, adding to the echo.

"Didn't look that way to me." Daniel chuckled, "You know, I trusted the both of you and here you are, fucking around behind my back, I'm- I'm your fucking boss. You two have been so tangled up with each other- It's, it's fucking sick." He turned towards you, and you had hope for a moment where his face softened, but just as quickly as it did, his jaw tightened, "Were you ever here for the job, or was it about who's dick you could ride?"

Your hand swung quicker than your mind, and resounding smack echoed through the air between you three.

Michael quickly grabbed your hand, even though you'd already hit Daniel, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

His hand couldn't wrapped twice over around your dainty wrist, but in that moment, you realized you didn't feel it. That warmth that seemed to sparkle in the air trapped between your skin every time you touched- it was gone. Instead, there was a searing burn, like you'd touched the stove while hot.

Danger. Your mind told you.

You recoiled and pulled your hand back as you stumbled away from the Aussies, "How dare you two." you hissed.

"Look," Dan staggered forward, the slap having righted him, but the damage was done, "M'sorry. I didn't mean-"

"You did!" you yelled at Daniel and sharply turned to Michael, "And so did you."

"Fuck!" Daniel growled before he turned his back to the both of you and took off down the street. His hands sat on top of his head, pulling at his curls as he muttered down the road.

Your gaze dropped to the cobblestone walkway, and you were embarrassed to admit that you waited. Waited to see what Michael would do. He was so close, you could've reached out and touched him. Whereas you seemed to rock yourself from foot to foot, his body was a wall, sturdy and still even after the tumultuous hell that had broken out. There was a beat where you imagined yourself leaning against him, pressing your cheek to the warmth of his chest.

It was your nails.

Long, but not too long, perfectly curved into a smooth almond shape. Like softened claws. Softened claws that were painted a soft baby pink. You were on the edges of the Spanish property that belonged to another family, a restful, laidback and scenic work retreat as you'd put it minutes ago. His first impression was that you were smart, but now he knew you were clever.

From their delicate shape and size, he could tell they were your own. Flashes went through his head, his mind conjuring sharpened nails sinking into flesh. Thick flesh, like the sturdy meat on his shoulders while he-

"Daniel?"

He'd hardly realized you were on your feet, and felt the burn of his cheeks intensify as he dropped your hand, catching the shimmer of blue as a nearby light caught the polish. Chrome, he thought as he turned away without a word before thinking better of it. When his eyes lifted from your hand and settled on your face, you'd winked at him.

Full of surprises. Clever girl.

“Come on, babydoll. Think it’s time we walk you home.”

-

Papi could hear himself panting.

He stood stiff and slack jawed between the painted brick walls that held up the tunnel underneath their port. His chest heaved with the breaths he sucked in, and even with leather gloves on, his finger tips ached with how hard his hands were fisted. You stood on the other side of the tinted, one way glass.

You'd been standing so still in front of Charles' bound body, not even moving your weight from side to side. Your body stood firm atop your stiletto heeled boots, one of the only parts of you that had moved over the past few hours was your beautiful lips, to deliver your menacing coo and dazzling smile, and your hands.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you. Off of your hands.

When you'd called him and Daddy to let them know that you had a show for them to watch in the tunnels, this wasn't what he had expected. But it was so much better.

Your lithe fingers precariously balanced a dagger that was a family heirloom, the crest of your family adorning the handle that danced between your fingers and hands. You knew exactly how to move it, how to angle it to cut shallowly or deeply, and even how to maim or not leave a single scratch just the gentle caress of steel against flesh.

He could feel his hips lifting forward rhythmically, the light friction of his dress pants against his heated skin barely offering him any relief but making the show all the more sweeter.

The tip of his tongue dragged across his upper lip, following the path of your finger caressing the blade. The claw shape almost mimicking the curve of the knife, the deep maroon polish reflecting the light that bounced off the blade. Your skin was unblemished, so clean, and he knew exactly how smooth the skin felt, especially the skin of your palm when you wrapped it around-

The creak of the heavy steel door that separated the rooms between you opened. You were still looking over your shoulder as you walked through the doorway, your knife still. unsheathed and in your grip. When you turned to face him, his breath stopped.

Your eyes widened for a moment before they slid closed in a slow blink. Once they reopened, they dragged down his body, the muscles that stretched the fabric of his clothes flexed with her attention. Including the main event between his legs.

You took slow steps towards him, the gentle clack of your heels on cement floors almost making him flinch. The knife in your hand looked like a shiny blur as your flourished it, playing mindlessly with the same steel he was pretty sure could sink into the floor beneath their feet like butter.

You stepped right into his space. Right where you belonged. Where he needed you.

"I told you I had a show for you." you whispered into his collar as your right hand lifted, the button of his shirt no match for the blade you wielded.

His panted breaths quickened as you cut through the first, the second and then the third button. He'd been frozen in place watching you slice through his shirt, but his head and eyes rolled back as your left hand lifted to press against the exposed skin of his chest.

"Ohhhhh, darling." Papi moaned as your free hand followed the path your knife made, your nails dragging down his exposed chest all the way down to his navel as your knife made quick work of his shirt.

"Yes?" you mockingly whispered.

And you didn't stop at his shirt. When there were no more tiny buttons to slice off of his shirt, you pressed the blade to his belt. He let out such a guttural moan it echoed in the room as the heavy belt buckle dropped to the side, the weight of it bouncing off his swollen shaft.

"W-wait." his voice shook as he grabbed your free hand.

When he looked down, you had the same smile on your face as you'd had in the other room. Papi had never been on the receiving end before, never been the prey, but the heavy knowing gaze in your eyes as you looked up at him made him so hot he went lightheaded for a moment.

You chuckled and held his gaze as your hand shifted upwards, slicing through the zipper and button of his pants with a single flourish. They fell to the ground with a loud thump.

Your smile was all teeth as you sunk down to your knees in front of him.

-

The slow beating clicks of your nails on marble echoed through the room. You weren’t being loud, but your annoyance and impatience were palpable.

It had been another torturous night of dining and meeting with the heads of the other families. You had to do it once every couple of months to make sure that everything ran smoothly, and to get a temperature check on everyone who stood to gain from any misstep. You’d loathed them your entire life but they became unbearable since courting and marrying Daddy and Papi. The only saving grace of the night was that you were the hosts. There was no annoying flight or car ride home, you were home.

And everyone was overstaying their welcome.

You rolled your eyes as another family head began going back and forth with someone over a tariff charge. It was incredibly elementary. When your eyes rolled, they landed on Daddy beside you.

He'd worn a crisp white shirt, and a deep maroon suit with brown shoes. It made his tanned skin glow and your heart skip a beat. Your husbands were so handsome and all yours.

That's where your mind usually went when the discussions went particularly stale. Straight to the gutter, where you and your lovers thrived. You'd mastered a poker face, and could easily go through the plethora of memories you had in every position, on every surface, every taste and every time, and not even break a sweat or bat an eyelash.

But you'd realized over time that your darling husbands were not the same.

Daddy fidgeted, and unlike him, his fingers were curled in front of his face until the sides pressed to his lips as he leaned on the arm of the chair. You gently tilted your head so you could catch a glance at him. His gaze was fixed on the table, and when your eyes flitted back to where his gaze was, your eyebrow raised. He was watching your hand on the table.

You slowed the clack of your nails on the table surface and instead dragged the tips of your nails on the table top, making small loops and curls. Gently pressing the tip of your curved nails into the table top, they made a soft grated sound. Daddy's hand tightened in your peripheral vision.

Curious, you turned to Papi, and bit back a laugh.

He sat stiffly, his big brown eyes slightly widened and pupils dilated as he openly watched your hand on the table top. You'd had your hunches about Papi's preferences in your nails, but to know that you were torturing the both of them with your groomed nails? That was too good to not indulge in.

You rapped your nails against the table top again, and watched back and forth between the two men as their restlessness grew.

The color of your nails seemed to pulse under the lowlight in the room. It was a Barbie pink, almost magenta, with hints of purple and blue shimmer in the polish that made an obnoxious shimmer that completely sold you on the color. It was a bratty color, and you felt like a bratty girl. You had to get it.

You'd gotten home an hour before the night began, and the boys had only gotten a glimpse at the color before you had to leave them to get ready. They'd teased you, dropped a few inappropriate comments and the such, but you had no idea that it could effect them both like this.

This would be fun.

You leaned forward so both your husbands could focus on you, “We’re done for tonight.”

No one said a word as you rose from the table.

You were on your knees in front of them, your tongue hanging out and ignoring the way your drool rolled down the sides of your mouth and chin until it dripped on to your heaving chest. In each hand you held your lovers’ throbbing affection for you.

Daddy and Papi were no strangers to the sweet friction of rubbing their cocks together, but it was all the more sweeter when it was over your tongue.

There you sat, dazed with eyes half lidded, weakly gripping them at the base as you dragged their cocks all over your tongue, their sticky tips rubbing against each other until their precum was a mixed slick that mingled with your spit.

“Cock drunk little slut.” Daddy growled.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you shoved their lengths into your mouth, forcing your lips to stretch around them as your grip dropped to their balls. Both men groaned as you fondled them. You knew Daddy liked a little pain, he enjoyed when you tugged on the heavy sac he was hung with. Papi was of course the opposite, his balls being ultra sensitive and needed only to be lightly cupped to get his cock to start twitching.

Papi was panting over you, his eyes barely opened as you lightly scratched your nails over his balls, “M’gonna cum.” He choked out.

Daddy thrusted his hips forward and made you gag, “You know what to do.”

And you did. You dragged your nails over his balls before lightly pinching the loose skin behind them.

“Fuck.”

“Those hands…”

“Gonna… oh God.”

“Cum with me?” Daddy panted.

“Yeah, love.” Papi answered.

Quickly, you relaxed your throat and pulled both cocks from your mouth. Your lips hung open as you jerked them off over your outstretched tongue. You tugged at Daddy’s cock with short, sharp strokes at the base of his cock, while Papi got pulled from mid shaft to tip, with your wrist twisting when your thumb met the edge of his foreskin.

With a sharp gasp from Papi and a heavy, guttural groan from Daddy, they both pulsed in the palm of your hands as they came. Papi’s cock bobbed in your hand, the cum gushed from his tip where you pressed it to your tongue while Daddy’s shot off on to your tongue and Papi’s cock, coating his tip in both of your lovers juices.

You weren't sure what had woken you at first, but as you sleepily blinked your eyes open, you knew exactly what had woken you up. You'd fallen asleep with your knees lifted to either side of your hips.

You sharply inhaled as you slowly straightened your legs, flexing your muscles as you laid them flat on the bed. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you waded through memories from last night. How had you fallen asleep in such a position? There was no tell tale ache between your legs, no warmth dripping from your core, no unpleasant yet somewhat pleasant stickiness as you rubbed your thighs together. You dragged your hands down from where they'd been laying beside your head on your pillow. Turning your head, you were instantly reminded of last night.

Daddy and Papi laid next to you. Papi curled around Daddy, the sheets around their waists let you see how his arms held your lover tightly, his face pressed into Daddy's shoulder. Daddy looked so young when he slept. During waking hours he feigned an innocence that played into his easy going demeanor, but when he was asleep, that's when you got a glimpse of what real innocence looked like on his face.

You bit your lip as you felt your nipples tighten shamefully.

Which brought you right back to last night.

The men had gotten home late, unwilling to sleep another night without you, they'd opted to fly home overnight and hadn't landed until a few hours before sunrise. They'd both been exhausted, and even with the exhaustion illustrated on their faces, you had been eager. Wearing a thin, cotton nightie that barely covered your thighs, that barely even hid the color of the skin beneath it, you'd been more than eager. But even as you'd laid, spread and open for them, they'd gently cooed at you and pet you as they curled into bed and fell asleep. You'd hoped that they would wake you with what you needed, but clearly that hadn't happened.

You huffed.

They're so hardworking, our line of work is so demanding, the list of explanations, all rational, went on and on in your head. You knew they were tired and that that was fine. Your men were human. They got tired, they needed sleep.

But you had needs too.

Needs that hadn't been sated by anything other than your own hands in two weeks, two weeks and one day now. Cause apparently you weren't getting any relief this morning.

Which was exactly how your playful little plan filled your head like the soft sunshine that melted through your curtains.

You licked your lips as you turned your head to face them. Blindly, you reached up above your pillows to wear your more reasonably sized squishes laid. Grabbing two, you bent your knees and gently wiggled out from under the bedsheet that covered you all. Opening your legs, you made sure to cushion your thighs with a squishmallow under each.

Lifting your hand to your mouth, you gazed at the gentle curve of Daddy's cupids bow, and traced its shape on your finger tip sloppily until your spit glistened and dripped down your finger. Biting into your lower lip, you brought your hand back down to your heated center. Your cunt was spread from the position you were in, but you still teased yourself by bringing the slick skin of your finger down to where your lips split. Gently nudging them further apart until your clit was exposed, you shivered as the cool room air brushed against the heated bundle of nerves.

You sharply inhaled as you rolled your clit between your wet and dry fingers. The friction between the two made for a delicious drag that had the smell of your heat filling the room in no time. All the while, you stared at your husbands, letting every memory and fantasy fill your little dirty mind and guide your hand against yourself. Arching your back brought your attention back to your nipples. The tightened buds pressed against the cotton of your dress every time you arched your back, making for a delicious dry bite of fabric against skin.

Lifting one side of your dress, you dragged the material up and over one tit, groping the soft flesh as goosebumps spread across your exposed tummy. You looked over Daddy's shoulder at Papi as you twisted your nipple harshly. That's how he normally punished you for touching without permission.

God, you wanted to be punished.

You froze when you saw Papi's eyebrows furrow before he gently rubbed his face into Daddy's shoulder. When all movement ceased, the silence stretched, and you were sure neither of them had woken, you huffed a laugh.

Feeling emboldened, you let out a sigh as you sunk a finger into your weeping cunt. You could feel the slick dampening your hole, but you hadn't realized how wet you were until you forced your digit between your thick walls.

In front of you, Daddy's lip twitched, then his nose.

Fuck, that nose. You could practically feel the memory of it pressed to your clit as his tongue sunk into your cunt. Pulling your finger free from yourself, you whined as you tasted yourself. When your finger dripped with spit, you reached down and filled yourself. Between your spit and your wet pussy, the filthy suctioning slip of your juices got louder.

Your eyes closed for a moment before they reopened to see your still sleeping lovers.

Your gaze followed Papi's arms, from his curved, broad shoulders, to his strong biceps that looked flexed even when they weren't. Your nipple ached as you pulled at it again, but your pussy only pulsed and your juices got louder as you worked your finger faster. You wanted to sink your teeth into his forearm. It was so thick, the wicked idea of riding it like his thigh filled your mind.

"Fuck." you mumbled.

Your knees restlessly lifted as your hips surged up. When you reopened your eyes, you looked at Papi's hand, flat against Daddy's abdomen, partially covering his happy trail. You loved his happy trail, but loved it more when it was wet from you squirting on it.

A soft cry left your mouth, "Ohhh."

A second finger sunk into your cunt. Even if you couldn't reach deep enough, you'd fill yourself with the girth of your whole hand if you had to. Anything to get the relief, a lick of the pleasure that was plaguing your memories. You wanted it so badly.

So badly, you hadn't even noticed Daddy's hand on the edges of your own pillow.

His strong, long fingers were limp against your pillow, outstretched towards your cheek as if he was stroking you in his sleep. The sweet thought had you wiggling closer to him without a second thought. Sealing your fate, you closed your lips around his middle finger. Your mouth was wet and hot from your panting and drooling, so your tongue glided easily against his skin. You suckled on his finger as your hands kept busy on your body.

You were so close.

You could hear how wet you were, the wet smack of your fingers moving in and out of you smacked through the once held silence of the room. Your other hand worked tirelessly groping your tit, the nipple swollen from all the rough attention you'd given it. You were riding the high higher and higher, sucking on Daddy's finger harder and harder. Your thighs tensed and your hips jumped. You were right there-

Daddy's finger was yanked out of your mouth.

Your eyes opened and you gasped as you came, looking at the very awake faces of your lovers.

Twitching as you came down, the hand on your tit dropped to your side, not bothering to fix your dress as you rested your aching wrist against your thigh, your fingers still partially inside of you.