In the car on the way to the hotel, I sat between both men. The tension seemed to be stronger in the enclosed space, but I fought to break it, my hand riding up Jordan’s thigh towards his cock while I turned towards Ben to kiss him again.
I could tell Ben was putting in as much effort as possible towards making me feel good, and hoping to show Jordan that he was able to do so.
Jordan guided my hand to stroke his cock through his pants at first, but then moved it back, giving me permission to engage with Ben. When I pulled back to look at him and check in, he just smiled and winked, nodding, letting me know it was fine.
***
When we got to the hotel room, things were still feeling awkward. Jordan tried to ease the tension in his own way by pouring each of us another drink.
Ben thanked him as he accepted a glass.
Still, I felt awkward as I tried to figure out how to get things started.
But then, Jordan downed his glass quickly and decided to just get on with it. “Take off your dress,” he ordered me.
I was surprised by the sudden transition, but did as Jordan asked, sliding my panties down and off as well.
Once I was naked, Jordan adjusted himself in his pants a bit, then told me to take Ben’s clothes off, too.
I stepped closer to Ben, and once I was close enough, he pulled me into his arms and into another kiss. Feeling his hands on my bare skin spurred me on. I pushed and pulled on his clothes to get them off. He helped a little, lifting his shirt up over his head, and pushing his pants down once I’d unhooked and unzipped them, kicking them off the rest of the way.
“Now lie back on the bed and start touching yourself, thinking about what you want to happen tonight and telling us all about it,” Jordan commanded.
I sighed as I leaned back against the pillows, feeling the soft, cool fabric against my skin. I reached down to start rubbing my pussy, then rolling my fingers over my clit. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, starting to talk as I imagined things that would turn me on. “I want Ben to touch me, and go down on me. I need to come soon; I’m already so turned on. I want to hear you telling him what to do to me, but it’s okay if he wants to do his own thing, too. Then I want to suck Ben’s cock again. I want to suck both of your cocks, kneeling down between you and feeling you pull me back and forth onto your cocks.”
I felt the bed dip then, and opened my eyes to see Ben coming to lie beside me, stroking his cock beside me.
“Take over for her fingers,” Jordan ordered him.
Ben complied, reaching for me and rubbing my thighs on his way to cover my hand, feeling the way I was rubbing myself and then taking over. He started fingering me a bit before returning to my clit, his tongue rolling in circles around the nearest of my nipples before his mouth closed over it.
I moaned and started writhing beneath him, rolling my head back. Feeling myself building up towards orgasm, I continued my fantasy. I looked up at Ben as he touched me. “Then I want to fuck you. I want Jordan telling us how to do it, what positions to try. Then I want to feel both of you inside of me at once.”
“Start going down on her,” Jordan ordered, wanting to move things along.
Ben moved into position and dove in to start eating me out right away, quite enthusiastically, clearly striving to make me come.
Jordan spoke up to give him a pointer, but in a helpful manner, rather than critical, speaking from experience making me come. “Pump your fingers inside of her while you suck on her clit,” he suggested.
Then to me, he added, “Guide his tongue. Reach down and hold his head in the right spot when he finds it. Press down on his head and rub your wet pussy all over his face when you’re cumming.”
The command itself brought me there. “Fuck!” I yelled, holding Ben’s head down and rubbing my pussy against his face as Jordan had told me to, my hips writhing and bucking up against him as I came. I let go and yelled out in reaction, rolling through the pleasure.
Ben moaned and sucked on my pussy as I came down.
“Fuck yeah,” Jordan cursed, pulling himself out and starting to stroke his hard cock, stripping his own clothes off. “Now move up and sit beside her head,” he told Ben. “Suck his cock until I make you come again,” he commanded, then diving in to start licking me himself, working to bring me to another orgasm like that.
I moaned as I stroked Ben’s cock and leaned up to start sucking him. He moaned and cursed, his hand coming to the back of my head to guide me.
“Start fucking her mouth,” Jordan ordered, pulling back from my pussy just enough to look up and direct the show. “Shove your cock down her throat,” then to me, “Just take it. Take all of his cock.”
I moaned and complied, feeling turned on to have Ben’s hands tugging on my hair again, feeling him force himself deeper, down my throat. Then I felt Jordan going all out on my pussy as well. I reached down to tug his hair and hold him against me, feeling his tongue frantically swirling around my clit, flicking at it. Then I was cumming again. I pulled back from Ben’s cock as I yelled out and rolled over the edge.
Jordan groaned and kept sucking until he felt me come down, then pulled back and cursed. He pulled back quickly, leaning up to keep stroking himself. “Get on your knees, on the floor,” he ordered me.
I started moving right away, but Jordan got impatient and started dragging me by my hair. I groaned and crawled to the edge of the bed, then climbed down to the floor. Ben followed, looking a little uncertain. Jordan tugged on my hair again to get me to kneel, then he called Ben over and pushed my mouth onto Ben’s cock. Ben groaned as Jordan let go of my hair and told him, “Put your hands on the back of her head and fuck her mouth.”
I rested my palms against Ben’s thighs and braced myself, opened myself up to allow him to follow Jordan’s command. I ran my hands up over his hips, his stomach, to his chest, and then back down, dragging my fingernails down his thighs lightly as he guided my head and pulled my mouth on and off of his cock.
I managed to pull back a bit after a while, reaching for Jordan and started stroking him, then sucking him eagerly.
Jordan cursed and combed my hair back with his fingers, gripping me behind my head and starting to fuck my face, too. He kept going for a time, then pulled me off of his cock and guided me back towards Ben, telling him to grab me and take another turn.
From there, both guys continued to pass me back and forth like that, gripping a fistful of my hair to drag me back and forth from one cock to the next.
Then Jordan lay down on his back and moved under me until I was sitting on his face, and he started eating me out again.
I moaned around Ben’s cock and reached down to comb my fingers into Jordan’s hair as he started guiding me to ride his face. He reached around my thighs, pulling me down onto his face harder, guiding me to grind on his face, his tongue.
I had to pull back from Ben to curse and moan. “That feels so fucking good,” I told Jordan. Then I leaned forward to stroke him and suck his cock while he continued eating my pussy.
Jordan groaned and reached down to hold my head down while he thrusted up to fuck my mouth again.
I started to gag, but Jordan didn’t let up right away. When he eventually released my head, I pulled back to cough and take a breath, but then moaned and got right back to it.
Then, Jordan let me go at my own pace in order to focus on sucking on my clit, rolling his tongue around it and flicking it, holding my thighs down and moaning against me. I felt the vibrations and my thighs started to quiver. Rubbing myself against his tongue, I felt close. I sat up and reached back, grabbing a handful of his hair and holding his head in place, grinding against his face until I was coming and writhing over him.
Once I came down, Jordan pushed me up with a groan. “Keep sucking his cock,” he ordered.
I started to climb off of Jordan, as Ben moved closer once again. But Jordan held me in place, leaning up and biting my ass, causing me to yelp and laugh a bit. Then he reached around to rub my clit with fingers from one hand, while his other hand came to my ass to start rubbing my asshole.
I gasped and groaned, writhing back and forth, wanting to feel more of Jordan’s touch at both ends. I couldn’t help pulling back from Ben’s cock again, getting distracted by the intensity of Jordan’s attention.
When Jordan noticed, he told Ben, “Hold her head and fuck her mouth. Don’t let her stop sucking you.”
I could tell Ben was a bit hesitant, so I took his hand and put it on the back of my head to show him that I was okay with what Jordan was telling him to do. Ben cursed and followed directions, fucking my mouth, holding me on his cock.
Then Jordan dove in to start licking my asshole while his fingers continued to play with my clit.
I pulled back from Ben to yell out and curse, falling forward a bit, holding myself up over Jordan. I reached to keep stroking Jordan’s cock and also pulled down on Ben’s hand until he was level, kneeling beside me and feeding me his cock again.
Jordan cursed against me, reaching with both hands to spread my ass cheeks and squeeze them as he continued to lick me and rub his tongue on me there. Then he let go to bury his face in my ass as he reached down to stroke his cock with one hand.
I whimpered, my hips starting to take on a rhythm of their own, writhing along with Jordan’s stimulation. I felt overwhelmed by all of it: Jordan’s mouth on me, going for a fourth orgasm, was already more than I could handle, but then having Ben fucking my mouth at the same time was just too much. I reached down to touch myself and it took practically no time for me to start bucking and yelling out and coming on top of Jordan once again. I felt him holding my hips steady and rubbing his tongue, his face into my ass as I writhed on him.
Ben cursed when he saw me coming, and then suddenly he was coming too, in my mouth a bit, and then on my face and chest as he released my head and tried to pull back at the last second.
Jordan heard me and Ben both yelling out as it happened and pulled back to see what was wrong. When he saw what had happened, he laughed a little. “No fair, I haven’t even come on you like that yet!” he joked.
I laughed a little too as I reached up to wipe my face, wiping some cum out of my eye.
Ben apologized. “I’m so sorry. I was trying to pull back,” he explained. “I was trying not to… do that.”
“It’s fine,” I told him.
Jordan got up and went into the bathroom to get a washcloth.
I thanked him as he started helping to clean me off, then I took it from him to do it myself as I got up slowly.
Jordan was stroking himself a bit, still hard and looking really turned on after all of that. “Lie down on the bed,” he told me. “Go down on her until you’re hard again,” he told Ben.
We both followed directions. Ben was eating me out, stroking himself, getting hard again gradually.
Jordan stood back and watched, drinking and stroking himself.
“Come over here,” I called, reaching for him.
He came to kneel beside my head on the bed and I reached for him right away, leaning up a bit on my elbow. I turned toward him to start stroking and then sucking his cock, then I dipped down to lick and suck on his balls. Jordan groaned and held behind my head, guiding my motions, fairly gently.
When it looked like Ben would be ready to go again, Jordan gave him another order. “Start fucking her now.” He reached back to get a condom from the end table drawer behind him and tossed it to Ben.
Ben took the condom and put it on, climbing onto the bed, on top of me.
I pulled back from Jordan’s cock to watch as Ben moved between my legs, kneeling up against me and stroking himself against my pussy.
“This okay?” he asked before sliding inside.
I moaned and nodded, letting my head roll back as I felt him enter me. I hooked my legs around him and dug my heels into his ass a bit to get him to thrust a bit harder as I reached over to resume stroking Jordan’s cock.
After a bit, Jordan took my hand off of him and told me to rub my clit while Ben fucked me. To make myself cum again.
I followed the new orders and was squeezing around Ben, writhing and cumming again within seconds, the sound of Ben’s groan fading as my ears started ringing from the pleasure.
After watching me and giving me a moment to recover, Jordan told me to get on top of Ben. We all started moving into the new position. I climbed on top of Ben, straddling his legs and leaning down to kiss him as I reached down to start rubbing the head of his cock along my pussy, sliding down onto him slowly. We both groaned into the kiss as he entered me. I started riding him right away, reaching down to touch myself, my other hand on his chest as I held myself up. Ben’s hands were on my hips, guiding my movements. I moaned and picked up my pace, fucking him harder and faster, and rubbing faster circles on my clit. It didn’t take long for me to come again, my thighs quivering, my head rolling back as I yelled out and cursed. “Fuck! That feels so fucking good!”
Ben groaned as I came and squeezed around him. He leaned up to start groping and sucking on my tits again. “I love watching your tits bouncing in my face while you’re riding me,” he said.
I moaned and pulled him into a kiss.
Then Jordan moved behind me, bringing his hand down on my ass in a hard slap.
I gasped, pulling back from Ben to groan, still grinding on him.
Then Jordan held my hips still, stopping my movement as he knelt behind me, leaning in to start licking my asshole and playing with it again, with his tongue.
I moaned loudly, cursing. “God, that feels so good,” I said, angling my head around to watch Jordan and meet his eyes. Ben kept kissing and sucking on my neck and chest, making his way down from my throat to my breasts, my nipples.
I told Jordan I wanted to feel him pushing his finger into me there.
He groaned and complied, and I ground on his finger further, encouraging him to give me more.
Ben groaned as I writhed on his cock, while Jordan fingered my ass hole.
Jordan kept fingering me there a bit longer, starting to thrust his finger in time with Ben’s cock. Then, Jordan leaned back down to keep flicking his tongue on my asshole while he fingered me. He kissed, sucked on, and bit my ass cheeks, then pulled his finger out to just lick me again, motorboating my ass.
I cursed and yelled out, arching my back and writhing, leaning into Jordan’s touch.
Ben groaned too, pulling me back into a kiss, continuing to thrust up into me whenever I’d start to get distracted by Jordan. Gripping and sucking on my breasts.
Then Jordan moved to kneel behind me once again, starting to push into my asshole slowly.
I gasped when I felt him there. “Oh god,” I moaned, feeling him taking me there slowly, gently.
Ben groaned too, still attempting to thrust a bit, as Jordan worked his way inside of me. Both guys wordlessly worked out a pattern for thrusting in tandem.
I moaned and cursed loudly the whole time, feeling overwhelmed but also so, so good. I was on the brink of coming again for what felt like days.
“Reach down and try to rub her clit,” Jordan told Ben, when he couldn’t quite reach me there himself. “Try to help her come again.”
Ben did as he was told yet again, finding my clit and rubbing me as well as he could between our writhing bodies.
I leaned back against Jordan’s chest to give Ben more space, arching my head back against his shoulder and moaning. .
Jordan groaned and started kissing and biting on my neck and shoulder. He reached around to caress my breasts, then down to squeeze my hip.
Writhing between both guys, feeling Ben rubbing my clit and Jordan holding me, running his hand and mouth all over me, I knew I could feel my next eruption coming. I struggled to contain my movements, not wanting to accidentally headbutt Jordan.
Then I heard Jordan cursing and felt him pulling out, then cumming all over my back and ass. I moaned and kept fucking Ben, riding him hard and fast.
“Fuck!’ Ben cursed, grunting. “I’m gonna cum again!”
And then he was. He held my hips in place and thrusted up into me a few final times before finishing, lying back and closing his eyes, looking spent.
I climbed off of Ben slowly.
“Here,” Jordan said, approaching me with the washcloth from earlier to help clean me up.
“Thanks,” I smiled, blushing as I felt him wiping my back and ass. Then, I took the towel into the bathroom to finish washing up.
When I came out of the bathroom wearing a cotton robe, I felt the awkwardness that I’d left behind in the room with the two guys. “Is anybody else hungry?” I asked, trying to lighten things once again.
Ben and Jordan both laughed a little. Jordan came up to hand me a drink and the room service menu. “Pick something out and I’ll put in an order.”
I looked over at Ben, noticing that he was nearly fully dressed once again, figuring that he’d be heading out. Still, I felt a need to offer. “Do you want anything?” I asked.
“No thanks,” Ben declined politely, pulling on the last of his clothes. “I think I’m going to head out and catch back up with my friends.”
“Okay,” I conceded.
“Walk me out?”
“Sure,” I agreed. “Just order me a cheeseburger or something,” I told Jordan, tossing the menu back over to him so he could order and give us a minute. Then I walked Ben to the door.
“I hope you don’t take any offense to me leaving,” Ben said once we were out in the hallway. “I’d just feel a little weird hanging around.”
I laughed, letting him off the hook. “No worries, I get it.”
“I had a lot of fun tonight, though. Obviously,” he gushed, blushing a little. “I guess it still feels pretty surreal, if I’m honest, but I’m really happy I met you, Alisa.”
I blushed too and looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed suddenly. “Yeah, I’m glad I met you, too. It was… really fun.”
We both smiled and laughed.
Then Ben turned to go, wishing me a good night.
“I hope you enjoy the rest of your time in Barcelona,” I told him.
“Yeah, you too,” he returned.
***
Back in the room, Jordan was finishing up placing the room service order. Once he was off the phone, we took a shower together and talked some more about everything that had happened that night. I yelled at him again playfully, for being a jerk Ben for most of the night. Especially considering he was the one who started this whole thing.
Jordan just shrugged. “I was as nice as I was capable despite the raging jealousy,” he insisted.
I smiled and shook my head.
***
After eating, we lay back down in bed together, talking more about the night. What we were each thinking, what we each liked. We joked and laughed together, ultimately turning each other back on until we were going again. Jordan licked and played with my asshole again and I could feel how turned on it made him. The way he grabbed and squeezed my ass, digging his fingers in and massaging me there. The way he kissed and bit me so passionately drove me wild. I rubbed my clit and made myself come while he kept that up, loving the way he could make me feel.
“We’ll have to plan another alleyway excursion before I leave,” he added, afterwards.
I just smiled and agreed.
EPILOGUE
The next morning, flowers were delivered to the hotel room, from Ben. He’d also included his contact information with a note, which said that he wanted to see me again, if I’d be interested. The card was addressed to me, which seemed to imply that he’d want me to be alone this time.
“What does it say?” Jordan asked, after watching me read it.
I felt my cheeks flushing pink as I handed him the card.
Jordan scoffed when he’d finished reading, handing the card back to me. “I guess he does have some balls after all.”
I looked back at Jordan, unsure how to respond. He seemed to be watching me, waiting to see what I’d do with the card. So, without another thought, I walked over to the small trash can beside the desk in our room and dropped the card inside.
Jordan looked surprised at first, then a small grin started playing on his lips as he pulled me into his arms.
