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I’d be sure to ask him about later.
    Beneath a lovely hairy chest, I counted a six-pack, which was rudely bisected by his stiff dick. Like Ace’s, it was standing to attention, ready and raring to go. I couldn’t be sure from that distance, but it looked to be the same length as Ace’s, and just a smidge thicker. Either way, it would do nicely. Very nicely indeed.
    Grinning widely, I used both hands to point at the carpet in front of me. “Come here, boys,” I commanded with more confidence than I felt. Silly, really, given that we’d pretty much passed the point of no return. Backing out wasn’t going to happen—not from me, anyway. There was the tiniest element of coercion, thanks to what had happened earlier, but ultimately, I wanted this, so badly. My every nerve ending seemed to thrum, making me feel as though I was vibrating. Perhaps I was.
    The thoughts were wiped from my skittish brain as Ace and Barton did as they were told. They were within touching distance—which had been the whole point—and from my vantage point, perched on the edge of the mattress, I was looking at two mighty fine sets of abs. Licking my lips, I reached out and placed a hand on each of their chests, then let my fingers wander. Coarse hair, fine hair, flat, firm muscles, bulging, hard muscles—it was all good in my book, and I couldn’t resist a cheeky nipple tweak before lowering my gaze.
    Both men jerked at the unexpected pinch, but quickly recovered as I shifted my hands south, following their respective happy trails, before circling their erect cocks. Closing my eyes, I let my hands do the ‘seeing’—velvet skin over rock hard flesh, warmth, intense need, slickness gathering at their tips. As I drew in a deep breath through my nostrils, my olfactory sense was overwhelmed with maleness so potent I could almost taste it. Fresh sweat, cologne, muskiness, pure sex. My cunt drooled.
    A moan left my lips, and I opened my eyes, smirking up at the two men I had seemingly at my mercy. “Gorgeous…” I murmured, shifting my hands into a comfortable position and beginning to stroke their erections. “Just gorgeous.” Directing my next words at Barton, I continued, “I don’t know how quick your recovery time is, handsome, but I plan to make you both come with my hands. Then I’m going to take off my clothes and have you both pleasure me until I come. After that, I haven’t decided yet…” I pumped faster.
    Sucking in a hasty breath through his teeth, then letting it hiss out, Barton replied, “My recovery time is just fine, sweet cheeks. In any case, I’m sure the sight of your naked body will get me up again in next to no time.”
    “Glad to hear it,” I purred. I was getting into my stride now, enjoying the power I held over two such strong, virile men. Either one of them could snap me in half with their bare hands and somehow that just made the experience even more heady. They weren’t on their knees, but they might as well have been. I held all the cards, and I intended to play them, to my full advantage.
    Ace was on my left, so was getting the bum deal in terms of me being right-handed and not ambidextrous, so I decided to give him a little extra incentive. As I pumped at Barton’s cock with my right hand, I shifted my left down to the root of Ace’s dick and sunk the tip between my lips. Letting plenty of saliva trickle out over his glans, I gave him a very wet and enthusiastic blow job, gratified to hear two guttural moans as I upped my game.
    Licking, sucking, bobbing. Tugging, stroking, squeezing, I worked harder and faster, letting my own sounds vibrate through Ace’s flesh and into the air, knowing they would add fuel to the erotic fire threatening to consume us all.
    Soon, I sensed an end to this portion of our play. Ace had tangled a hand into my hair and was gripping it so tightly that sparks of pain danced across my scalp. More juices seeped from my pussy in response, adding yet more moisture to the