9. Steak And Cream 9

She strips as she gets up and sits in the chair, laughing a little at the image of a naked queen on a battered throne with the two men she loves at her feet. Ben seems to pick up on it and smiles at her through his own darkening lust. Then he’s hauling Luo Fei around and shoving his face between her legs, and she squeaks in surprise before settling into it, spreading her thighs further apart to make room for him. He makes pleased humming noises as he nestles his face closer, and closer.

She watches with burning hunger what will happen next as Ben strips off his shirt and tie, and then vest. He’s actually more muscled than Luo Fei but similarly lean, his shoulders broader but his waist just as narrow. He’s beautiful yet unselfconscious about it, although he blushes a little when he catches her staring.

He goes to rummage in the basket again and her questions fly away on Luo Fei’s tongue. He’s still in his shirt and waistcoat with his arms tied behind him in that decorative bondage, but is wobbly on his knees when he nuzzles into her. He opens his mouth as he looks up at her from under his long lashes. She gasps, feeling wanton and powerful, when his tongue peeks out to thrust quickly between her folds. He’s already got her slick all over his cheeks but he pushes in harder, shoving his face into her darkest corners.

Then he yelps, which makes her startle with a yelp of her own, and she looks over to see Ben behind Luo Fei with a finger in his ass.

She stares.

It makes sense, she thinks, that such a small entrance would need to be prepared, but she had not quite thought it through on how that would be done. She squeezes her thighs around Luo Fei’s head instinctively at the sight, her heat rising again, her hips thrusting until she gets control of herself, hands gripping the edge of the seat cushion. Ben fucks Luo Fei with his fingers, first one, then two, then three. Luo Fei keeps trying to taste her, shouldering her legs wider, but also keeps getting distracted and moaning. He’s never has been good at doing more than one thing at a time, and why would sex be any different? It makes her laugh.

Ben glances up at her, his flush spreading down his chest. His other hand is ripping at his belt and trousers, pushing them down and taking himself in hand. He is...he is well endowed, she thinks, blinking. He notices her staring and smirks, just for a moment, and it makes her laugh harder. Boys!

“Xiaoman!” Luo Fei whines, the sound muffled as he pushes his mouth at her, demanding attention again like the brat he is.

Ben is pleasuring himself for the moment, slicking up his cock with whatever lubricant he manifested from the basket. She knows now that the basket is kept in that room for a reason, and she gets dizzy wondering how often they have played these games and fucked on the very chairs she has spent so much time sitting in, unawares.

Ben is panting, little gasps of pleasure, his eyes bright and glassy and he strokes himself. His cock looks wet and hard and it makes Xiaoman’s mouth water.

“Wrap your legs around his head. You’ll want him sucking your cunt when I do this,” Ben says, his voice unsteady with the unusually crude words as he lines himself up.

She grabs a handful of Luo Fei’s hair, holding him still, doing what she’s been told. Ben takes hold of Luo Fei’s hips, looking feverishly down at his ass, and pushes his cock into him. Luo Fei cries out when he’s breached, the sound vibrating through Xiaoman’s nerves. It is surreal and beautiful and the most erotic thing she has ever seen in her life.

Yes, Ben was right: having Luo Fei sucking her at that moment is heavenly. She closes her eyes for a second, arching back, before pulling herself together enough to look at what is happening. Luo Fei is humming and grunting as he eats her out, reacting to Ben shoving his way into his lover. When he’s fully seated, his pubic hair pressed up against Luo Fei’s ass, he throws his head back and lets out a long, heavy breath of air.

“You’re so beautiful!” Xiaoman cries out, pleasure starting to overtake her when Luo Fei flicks her clit. It’s a softer climax, brought on by the atmostphere of sex: the smell, the sounds, the softness of Luo Fei’s tongue, the heat in Ben’s gaze as he watches her come.

She’s barely caught her breath again when Ben straightens up and pulls out of Luo Fei a little, just enough for her to see the slicked base of his cock. He pauses, then in one hard brutal thrust shoves back in. She has to cling to the chair with one hand and keep a hold of Luo Fei’s hair with her other as Ben sets up a punishing pace, slamming into Luo Fei, who is still at least trying to pleasure Xiaoman in between crying out deliriously.

She worries for the chair.

An even harder thrust dislodges Luo Fei completely and only Xiaoman quickly wrapping her legs around his torso and holding him up keeps him from smashing face first into the floor. She looks up, half panicked, to see that Ben has grabbed Luo Fei’s arms as well. They look at each other for a second while Luo Fei gasps in belated startlement. Ben slides out — Luo Fei whines at that anyway, despite his precarious position — and quickly undoes the knotwork. It goes faster than Xiaoman thought it would, probably a trick of the knots he used, she thinks, but in the next moment Ben is pulling Luo Fei back and laying him out on the floor, stretching his arms carefully, gently out at his sides.

He lays there like a starfish, blinking in surprise and licking his lips, as Ben unbuttons Luo Fei’s waistcoat and shirt, tossing them open but not removing them and shoving his vest up under his arms. Then he unceremoniously strips Luo Fei’s trousers off and hauls his legs up into the air. He sets Luo Fei’s knees over his shoulders, practically folding the smaller man in half then shoves his cock back in. He groans in relief to be buried inside of Luo Fei again, and barely pauses long enough to take a deep breath before he starts slowly but powerfully hammering his hips, carving himself into the deepest parts of Luo Fei. His hands are planted on the floor and his body is arched over Luo Fei, who has found himself again and is clutching at Ben’s biceps.

Luo Fei breaks into a broad, happy grin, his face full of wonder, and starts panting like a dog. Xiaoman is surprised his tongue isn’t lolling out of his mouth.

Xiaoman has seen positions like this in the few erotic prints she’s stumbled upon over the years, usually between a man and woman, and they are all vague, blurry imitations of the real thing. She’s watching the two men she loves, two strong and handsome men who are well matched, straining against each other’s passion. This is fornication, she thinks, rubbing herself in small hitches, her breath coming in short gasps. She can’t stand it anymore and scrambles out of the chair — no one told her she had to stay there — and crawls over to them.

Ben notices, despite his exertions. He watches her with hooded eyes, stroking his cock in and out of Luo Fei, his back a long, lean, elegant arch down to his hips and thighs. She peers in between them and for the first time takes a good look at Luo Fei’s cock, which is bobbing against his stomach with Ben’s every thrust. It’s not as large as Ben’s but is beautifully shaped, with a strong vein running down the underside of it. As close as she is to them now, everything smells overwhelmingly of the salt/musk of sex and she desperately wants to taste him. But the angle is awkward, and she does not want to get in Ben’s way.

Instead she sprawls out next to them, wraps one arm around Luo Fei’s head and reaches down with her other to grab his cock. Ben grunts then nods, past words it seems for the moment. Luo Fei arches his neck, tossing his head back with a long, skittering groan tearing out from him. She starts stroking, trying to adjust to the rhythm of Ben’s thrusts, which are starting to speed up.

At first it all feels disjointed — Ben and her and Luo Fei all working different beats until they aren’t, between one of Luo Fei’s gasps and another. She wants time to explore Luo Fei’s body and drag his pleasure out of him, to watch closely as Ben’s carefully crafted demeanor crumbles under the weight of his desire. For now, though, she tightens her grip, making Luo Fei whine. She leans in and kisses his shoulder, then his neck. He’s still panting, in between other primal noises, so instead of kissing his lips she moves over to nibble as his ear lobe, her tongue tracing the folds and grooves, while her hand strips his cock as hard and as fast as Ben is fucking him.

Ben stutters incoherent words that might be Luo Fei’s name, shaking his head, shifting his hands with a jerk to pin down Luo Fei’s upper arms, pinning him, and making Luo Fei groan louder, grabbing his shoulders in return. Sweat is trickling down Ben’s face and he looks like he is braced against a dam, every muscle straining — to hold himself up, to hold Luo Fei in place, to hold back his own pleasure.

“Ben! Ben, I want to see. Please!” Xiaoman says to the beat of Luo Fei crying out “Ah! Ah! Ah!” She’s watching Ben’s face and has lost the rhythm with her hand, simply holding Luo Fei’s cock as Ben finally cracks and gives over with a sob, curling up over Luo Fei even more tightly. His hips are rolling against Luo Fei in short bursts and he starts shaking, gasping for air. He folds down further and places his forehead on Luo Fei’s chest as he tries to catch his breath.

Lou Fei starts laughing, bright and happy, slapping at Ben’s arms. Xaioman has no choice but to kiss him, then. It is wet and open-mouthed and filthy through Luo Fei’s helpless giggles, and it is perfect. She feels a kiss against her shoulder, light and gentle, Ben resting against her. After a moment she pulls away and Ben sits back, still seated in Luo Fei, still holding his legs up against his chest. He takes a deep breath before slowly lowering Luo Fei’s legs, then tips forward, grasping his face and kissing him deeply until both of them are heaving for air.

He pulls back and keeps going until he collapses against the chair, sweaty and breathless. Xiaoman sits up and slings one leg over his lap, her knee against his chest, holding him in place, and combs her fingers through his damp hair. He reaches out and puts a hand on her thigh, closing the circuit of their connection. She had never thought she could be so comfortable sitting around naked with two men, even after such intimacies, but it all feels as easy as breathing, as right as the heavens charting the paths of stars. She sighs and rests her head against Ben’s shoulder, earning her another soft kiss on her forehead.

Luo Fei rolls back and forth on the floor for a moment, then slowly drags himself into a sitting position. He pauses with a grimace, then quickly strips off his shirts and lifts up to shove them under his ass before flopping back down with a long, deep groan. Xiaoman chooses not to think about why he needs to protect the carpet.

He holds his arms up to inspect them, rubbing at the marks still there from the rope bondage. It’s only at this point that Xiaoman realizes that he, himself, has not gotten any relief.

Ben notices the direction of her gaze and laughs. “He knows better than to come without permission, and he still needs a little punishment for his crimes.”

Luo Fei sighs dramatically. “Have I not conceded to both of you completely?”

“A formal declaration of defeat!” Xiaoman laughs.

Ben huffs out a small laugh himself, then places his mouth next to her ear. After a soft kiss there, he asks, “And you? Are you fulfilled? Have we served you?”

She nods with jerk, but he’s unconvinced. “You need more attention?” Luo Fei perks up at that, tipping his head to examine her.

“No! No, I just wish—” She stops that preposterous idea right there.

Luo Fei, his cock still proudly jutting out in defiance, props himself up on his elbows. “What?”

She frowns at the floor. “Watching you. It was...I wish I could do that, for you.” She blushes.

Luo Fei frowns at her in confusion for a long moment before his body lights up with energy. “Ah ha! But you can!”