"Carrie, I want to kiss you so badly. You’re beautiful." His voice deepened to a low rumble.

He was asking permission? Another drop of moisture slipped from her core and rolled down her thigh. At this rate she was going to make a mess of the bed before anything even happened.

"Yeah, okay," she said thickly. Like she was going to protest? Sensing her need, Eric lowered his head slowly. Too slowly. Carrie slid her fingers into his hair and pulled him down. She licked over his lips. He opened up and let her dip into his mouth. He tasted like mint. She lost herself in the sensuality of the kiss, not even pausing when Zeke's hand slid from her waist down to her pussy. What a clever, clever man. Carrie opened her legs, knowing he'd immediately realize how aroused she was.

"Carrie, my God, you are so wet," Zeke murmured, rubbing his fingers over her labia. She let her thighs fall open further and he slid a finger inside, teasing, before slipping out to play with the hood of her clit. She tore her face away from Eric, panting. Zeke chuckled and continued to torment her, sliding down the bed until his mouth was on her mound, blowing air over her sensitized flesh. He shoved the covers away as she writhed, wanting more, but he continued to gently roll the hood around with his fingers, never enough pressure to do more than drive her insane.

"Zeke, please," she begged.

"Patience," he murmured as he opened her labia with his thumbs. He blew on the exposed bud and she shuddered.

"God, Zeke," Eric rasped. He stared at the juncture of her thighs. She reached for him, hoping to bring him in for a kiss, but Zeke slid a finger over her again and her intent shattered.

"Zeke. You're killing me here." Carrie slung a leg over his shoulder, trying to get him closer.

He chuckled as he pulled back on her clit, exposing the tip. More moisture rolled out of her pussy as she froze, waiting for him to do something.

"You are so lovely," he said then he bent his head.

She felt warm breath for a moment and then he was licking at the tight bundle of nerves, light and quick. She arched her back, seized with pleasure. Eric rolled his arm under her shoulders and sucked on her neck, adding to the unbearable sensations rocketing through her body. Zeke kept lapping at her, the tiny, tight flicks driving her right to the edge before he abruptly pulled back.

"No," she protested, crooking her leg and trying to keep him close. He kissed the inside of her thigh and ducked away. The next thing she knew, Zeke was rolling across the bed to fumble in the nightstand.

Carrie frowned, her pussy throbbing, but Eric kissed her again, so deeply she thought he might be trying to distract her. She let him, drowning in the taste of him. He mouthed down her throat, pausing to lick at the spot he'd sucked earlier, playing with the sensitive skin. What was he doing to her? It felt like a hot wire going from his mouth to her clit, bright and sharp. She clutched at him, but he slipped away to her breasts. She couldn't think. Could barely breathe. She tugged at his hair, but he didn't budge.

"Eric," she whispered, mouth dry. She swallowed, trying again. "Eric."

He looked at her, grinning. "I want to taste you so bad." Carrie’s body went molten as he nibbled her nipple. She burned even hotter when Zeke came back and settled between her thighs again. Yes, she thought. Yes, yes, that's exactly where I want you. Eric sucked on her and she twisted, bumping her pussy against Zeke's cock.

He sucked in a breath, hard. He grabbed her legs and widened them until her joints ached. "Is this okay? I need to fuck you," Zeke asked, his legs trembling between hers.

She nodded and Zeke took himself in hand to tease at her entrance. He deliberately slipped around all the most sensitive parts until she growled and grabbed at his hips with her legs. She arched her back and thrust up into him in desperation. His cock slid in all at once and the three of them groaned. Carrie whipped her head back, wondering, then saw Eric was watching where Zeke had his cock inside her body. She flushed, knowing what she must look like. Then Zeke moved and she forgot all about how she was a total slut, putting out before the first date.

"Carrie, Jesus, you feel so fucking good," Zeke said, thrusting in short, sharp bursts. All she could do was hang on. Eric bit at her nipples and she gasped, her climax suddenly dancing all along her spine. Zeke froze.

No, not now, dammit! Her eyes flew open. "I'm going to come, don't stop, don't stop!" Her voice sounded high. Breathy. Eric somehow got his face down between her legs and licked at her clit. Carrie went postal, writhing and bucking as her orgasm flared. Zeke had to hold her hips down so he could fuck into her.

Carrie loved it. She loved being held down like that. Pleasure ripped through her like a flash flood. She rode it, keening and shoving herself onto Zeke's rock-hard erection, savoring the rough sensation of Eric's stubble scraping at her thighs. Her body spasmed once, twice, three times before she could catch her breath. When her back finally unknotted itself, she sighed, but Eric hadn't stopped playing with her clit. He sucked lightly and she jerked, the over-stimulated zing of his mouth almost too much. Zeke was hard as ever in her pussy, shoving in with long, steady strokes. She petted them both.

Eric lifted his head. "You can have another, Carrie."