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“Do you think she’s coming?”
Luca paused. The ivory, half-empty can of beer he was passing in between both of his hands stopped moving, and he peered up at the blonde man opposite him, with a look of pure agitation - Carmen looked back at him inquisitively.
“It’s not even midnight yet,” Luca spat, a heavy frown on his face, taking a sip from the can, “She still could.”
Carmen turned away from him, his feet resting on the wooden headboard, too anxious to do anything but wait and listen.
The constant sound of the ticking clock. Luca taking swigs of beer. The sound of his feet rubbing against the wood. The sight of the ugly beige wallpaper on the wall.
Carmen can’t take this anymore.
He never thought he’d see the day when he and Luca had shown interest in the same girl.
Carmen Berzatto and Luca Baker. The duo had been playing tennis separately since they were in their early childhood. They had finally met once they reached double-digit age, when Luca immigrated to Chicago from England, joining his tennis club, and since then they had been an insufferable pair to play against. Winning tournament after tournament, they finally were here to play at the US Open.
And they had won it. At 19 and 20 years old respectively, they had one one of the biggest matches of their career. Easily. Under two hours too, it was arguably the easiest match of their career, despite being the most rewarding, them getting glass trophies (Can’t forget the prize money) and plenty of pictures taken.
Despite their big achievements, that was the last thing on their mind. They were preoccupied with something - or should I say someone else.
Earlier during the beginning of the junior singles match, once the adrenaline had worn off of the duo, they settled on the seats near the court, so they could relax and watch the next match.
The taller blonde man had confided in him about a player he’d heard the other players complain about through the grapevine - a girl their age called Sydney, who could drag her opponents like rag dolls across the tennis court without even touching them.
Carmen furrowed his brows, in awe and disbelief, he’d learned over time, due to past experiences, that the boy opposite him had a way of exaggerating his way of speech, was it because he was British? Carmen swore that everything those people say sounds so dramatic - calling her the ‘most beautiful girl he’d ever seen’ Luca’s words, not his.
Amid Carmen’s eye roll, the announcer came on and stated that it was time for the women’s junior singles, and the duo paused their conversation, heads turning at the name that echoed across the court.
Sydney Adamu.
Sydney entered the court, and the audience began cheering, she smiled back, walking and waving.
Carmen unconsciously shifted, leaning forward in his chair.
Sydney was a slender black girl, her thin black braids tied in a high ponytail that cascaded against her back with the all-white tank top and tennis skirt she wore illuminated the length of her hair and her legs as she strolled over, matching ivory trainers and socks on her feet. Sydney’s demeanor oozed confidence that wasn’t cocky nor undermining her abilities.
A slight sense of humility that not many players had at this age either.
The match started on Sydney’s serve and as time passed, Carmen found himself shifting around due to the stiffening in his shorts. At first, it was bearable, he was able to hide it with the length of his t-shirt, however Sydney’s high-pitched exclaims, and perfect agility, periodically sent red-hot heat straight through him, leaving him discombobulated with the bright idea of swiftly covering himself with his trophy.
Looking over at Luca, praying that he hadn’t seen him for fear of ridicule, he saw the boy with the same trophy in his lap, his face red and flustered - focused on Sydney and Sydney only.
They’d watched her destroy her opponent, this brown-haired, blue-eyed, white girl called Rachel, missing every single shot she had thrown at her, and once the winner was established, which was to nobody’s surprise, Sydney, she screeched, flailing dramatically and breaking her racket, the audience watching on with pained scowls and gasps.
Sydney frowned at her breakdown, yet persevered, waving to her father in the front of the court, and then to the audience, stepping away from the crying brunette, her embarrassed coach having to run down and console her. Poor Rachel. There’s always next year?
“My God,” Luca rasped, mouth open, “I’d let her fuck me with that racket.”
Carmen looked over at her exiting the court, her hips swaying in time with her hair, and the wind blowing her skirt, he could see the sweat glistening on her skin and imagined himself licking her collarbones, running his tongue over her velvety skin, tasting her sweat. He had to stop himself from thinking like this, she was a regular player, a regular girl - it’s not right to think about other players like this, it’s unprofessional, disrespectful, and just plain demeaning.
“Same.”
Later on, they’d seen her, at a party, her face all over the multicoloured decorations, looking as if she’d come straight out of an Adidas advertisement, tennis gear on, holding rackets, wearing caps, and smiling.
They’d also seen her in person, when she was dancing in the center of the party, in the most perfect knee-length black dress, this time void of sweat, her braids no longer tied up but let down, the full length of them exposed, they were just in awe of her, stood like soldiers, watching her move around.
They eventually managed to speak to her, twice. The first time was interrupted by her father, a man with kind eyes and a mahogany suit, who asked her to take pictures, and the final time near a gazebo, where they invited her to their room.
And here they were.
Waiting.
Carmen pushed his fist into his forehead, “I don’t think she’s coming.”
Luca groans, lightly shoving the can into his forehead and closing his eyes, a pained expression on his face, “Stop saying that and we’ll see.”
Carmen rolls over, now laying on his belly, his mouth buried in the sheets, arms dangling off the bed. Luca got up and looked out the window, peering over the tennis courts.
“Fuck, what if she’s not?” Luca said.
“I don’t know,” Carmen shrugged, touching a spot on the carpet, “See her tomorrow? Ask her again?”
“Listen mate,” Luca turns, smugly, taking a swig of his beer, “You don’t ask a girl like Sydney to come to your room twice!”
The boy on the bed looks up at him and furrows his brows, “Why not?”
“Uh, ‘Cause she’s gonna think we want to fuck her, dumbass.”
“Wait- don’t we?”
The British boy puts the can down and leans towards Carmen, “Yeah, but you can’t make it obvious.”
“What,” Carmen sits up, mildly confused, and mildly concerned, “Like no permission?”
“That’s fucking disgusting, man. I’m saying, you can’t ask twice, it makes us look desperate.”
“Three times a charm though?”
“No, but- Sydney is a girl that transcends logic,” Luca leans closer, whispering intensely, “Space and time, sound and light.”
Carmen scoffs, “What are you-“
He’s interrupted by a hand on his mouth, “Let me finish.” He nods, “She’s nice, but not easy, we gotta pull out proper tricks, make her think we’re strong, not a bunch of tossers who can’t take care of her, then, one of us strikes a move. Boom - In her pants. With consent.”
Carmen nods once more. Removing Luca’s hand from his mouth, he asks, “And the other one of us is?”
“In the bathroom crying or something, I dunno?”
Carmen frowns. He knows he’s never been lucky with the ladies - he knows he’s a little awkward, and not in an endearing way, at least in his mind, in a way where he gets so intimidated and forgets to blink hence, scaring the girl off. It didn’t help that he had a stutter either, well, at least a slight one, when he got nervous or agitated, it came back. This time, however, with Sydney, he hoped to be different.
Out of the pair of them, Luca had always been more talkative, humorous, and charismatic. Was it because of the accent? Probably. He assumed his friend could probably recite the ingredients from the back of a Doritos nacho cheese bag and they would swoon, heart eyes formed from their pupils.
All he’d have to do was smirk, pull the girl in question close, and whisper into their ears, ‘Red 40’ and ‘Sodium Caseinate’, they’d somehow fall to their knees with a squeal and look up to him like he was some sort of God with an accent of a red coat.
“It’s not gonna be me.” Carm shook his head, meeting Luca’s eyes.
“Well, of course not, it’s gonna be me. I’ll tell you all about it after.”
“W-What? No, I’m saying not gonna be in the bathroom-“
“Yes you are-“
“Fuck off-“
The door knocks.
Luca and Carmy’s heads simultaneously shift to the door and it seems like the world goes silent. No sounds of crickets outside, no more petty bickering, just pure sweet silence. It should honestly be calming, and it is, until the shoe drops.
The door knocks again.
“Hello? Carmen, Luca?”
The boys look at each other, a look of pure horror and childlike fear on their faces.
They scramble to tidy the messy room, Luca shifting the beer to a more organized location, Carmen fixing the bed sheets and bowing his head to button up his shirt.
Looking up, he sees Luca already with a hand on the door and rushes to stand beside him.
The door opens.
Sydney stands there, a smile on her face, her teeth poking out from her full lips. Her braids are behind her shoulders, showcasing her long neck.
“Hey,” The duo exclaimed, talking over each other after a long pause of staring at her wide-eyed. Carmen’s eyes drop to her attire. Holy fuck, he was gonna pass out, his head is spinning - how can a girl this perfect truly exist?
Dressed in an orange zip up, that lay against her torso perfectly, like it was made for her - Carmen concluded that it probably was, to be honest - the material fit onto her skin, showing every curve of her chest and arms, her collar bones serving as a neat little surprise, the deep dents of them sticking out at the top.
The best part he discovered was a little more down than he expected. Sydney wore black spandex shorts, so short that they scraped mid-thigh. On her body, they looked like underwear, her legs were so shiny and long, he just wanted to feel them, rub his hands against them - Yeah, he really was about to keel over and die, death by Sydney Adamu, to be written on his tombstone and coroner’s report - How embarrassing. If the view was so disorientating from the front, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to see the back. He’d fall to his knees in front of her and look like a complete and utter dumbass.
“You made it.” Luca murmurs, his once confident demeanor borderline exiled by the beauty in front of him.
“Yeah, I did,” Sydney smirks, putting her hands in her pockets and pushing down, looking expectantly between them.
The shorter blonde man jolts back up to her eyes, guilty avoiding her eyes, motioning her to come in, “Uh, sorry, you can come in.”
As Sydney passes him, her sweet, sweet scent invades his senses, lime, and ginger filling his nose, prompting him to follow behind like some form of a dog, eager to smell more. Luca trails behind him.
Carmen looks down at her from behind and his knees buckle. Yep, he was right. There it is.
Luca frowns at him and slightly shoves him to the side, whispering in his ear, as he overtakes him, “Don’t muck this up.”
Carmen thinks he just might. On accident.
Thank God he didn’t though.
About an hour had passed, and they sat sprawled out on the floor sipping beer and laughing. The atmosphere was a bit lighter than before, with fluid conversations, thanks to the alcohol. Carmen sat cross-legged, smiling and leaning into Sydney and when necessary, she leaned back into him, shoulders frequently brushing.
Carmen silently swore to himself though, that Luca wasn’t that close to her before, but now his knee rests against hers, and she doesn’t seem to mind. Turning towards him eagerly, resting a hand on her scalp, against her braids, and holding eye contact with him as they hold a conversation. Luca’s eyes flicker to his, in a glance, smirking and moving one of Sydney’s braids behind her shoulder.
A fire of jealousy hits him, especially as Sydney let out an honest laugh at whatever shit Luca was saying. A high-pitched ringing noise began filling his ears, prompting him to chug his can, slamming it against the carpet.
He didn’t understand himself - she was just leaning against him, making eye contact and smiling, baring her imperfectly perfect teeth for him. Yet, now, she’s gone, fascinated with Luca and not him.
He couldn’t comprehend it. Was he not good enough? Did he not crack enough jokes? What did he have to do to have her to himself?
Look at him, spiraling in his head because a girl he barely knew didn’t give him her full unobstructed attention. Pathetic. How would she react if she heard him right now?
A soft brush of something against his nose jolts him back to reality.
The first thing he notices is that Sydney is close to him - much closer than he expected, and he lets out a shaky breath. Her eyes are so, so brown. Perfect, beautiful splendid - he wants to voyage across the world, searching through continents, languages, and communities to discover all the positive adjectives to describe her eyes.
In their beauty, they exude a look of gentle confusion, searching his. He suddenly notices her lips have been moving. Fuck, her beautiful full brown lips.
“Carm, did you hear what I said?” Sydney’s voice was persistent, eyes still focused on him.
He should probably speak sometime soon. And clearly.
“Y-Yeah, Uh, n-no,”
There’s nothing he wants more right now than blow his brains out. What would she think? Hearing him stuttering over his words like an imbecile. I’ve already messed it up.
Sydney leans back, smiling and tilting her head at him. Luca with a lifted brow comes into frame. Carm notices his teammate's arm is now against her back.
“No worries it wasn’t important, I was just-uh rambling.”
Carmen shakes his head, looking at her, “I wanna hear it, Syd.”
They were on a nickname basis now? Holy shit, Carm.
Syd looks at Luca and then Carm again, leaning forward and grabbing her can, “Too late, you should’ve been listening!”
There’s no malice in her tone, so he doesn’t take offense, just sits back and watches her empty the can in her mouth, her neck moving. When she finishes the remnants, she licks her lips.
Carmen’s stomach flutters, nearly whimpering.
Luca peers around him for another can, “Fucking hell, we’re out of beer.”
She turns to him, “Oh shit, we finished em’ all?” Wait a minute, is that a look of fake shock on her face?
“Unfortunately so.”
Sydney looks expectantly at them, leaning back onto her hands. Luca mirrors her, leaning back, body now resting against the foot of the bed frame , at least he’s moved away from her.
“So what now?” Carmy asks, realizing that with the beer gone, the lighthearted atmosphere has shifted.
The room feels tense again. He looks between Luca and Sydney, wondering what they’re thinking. He didn’t want the night to end just yet, especially now that they’d got to such a comfortable stage with her.
Sydney's eyes meet his, and she gives him a small smile. "Got any ideas?" she asks, leaving the question open-ended.
Carmy knows it's an invitation for him to take the lead, to show her he can be confident. A God-given opportunity to show her that he can step up, because this might be his last chance to make a real impression.
The shorter boy turns to Sydney, and she looks at him, a twinkle in her eye, smiling at him.
Fuck it.
He leans forward, slowly, so she can pull away if necessary, but, thank goodness, she doesn’t. Cupping her cheek with his hand, she tenderly rests against it, soft dark skin, and she’s so, so close, she smells so good - he finally closes the distance between them, and finally, finally, their lips meet.
Sydney’s lips are so, so soft. Better than he imagined, moisturized too, the fullness against his is so good. He can’t think of any better adjective to describe the feeling right now, too invested in the feeling of her against him. He moves his hand back to bury a hand in her hair.
Against her lips, time has no meaning.
Sydney yelps and pulls away from him, holding her hand to her chest, wincing.
Carmy looked up, and the British boy stood up, towering over them and looking apologetically at the girl below him.
“Oh shit, I apologize, I was just- leaving-”
Carmy and Luca make eye contact, a hint of pride in the former boy's eyes; and a sense of annoyance in the latter boy's.
Triumph is the only thing he feels, happy to have finally beat Luca at something. He had never been able to beat him during their singles matches against each other, however, this felt better than winning any tennis tournament combined.
Sydney swiftly grabbed Luca’s ankle.
“Wait.” Sydney stands, face to face with the tall boy, her eyes roaming his face, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly.
Carmen feels his heart in his chest sink. Anxiety overtakes him, did he misinterpret everything that happened?
Sydney looks between the both of them, inhaling a deep breath. For the first time that evening, she looks different . Not like herself who was laughing, shifting into each boy earlier, a sterner version it seems.
The girl moves across the room to sit on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs and leaning back.
“Come here.”
Carmen stands, looking between him and the other boy.
“Which one?” His voice is embarrassingly hoarse, yet he doesn’t clear it, that would be equally as humiliating.
“Both of you.” For the first time that evening, her voice is small and strained. Was this the same Sydney he’d watched destroy Rachel earlier that afternoon in that match? Surely it couldn’t be. This Sydney wasn’t as cheerful as before, more rhadamanthine than she was before, more than they’d ever seen her.
The duo look at each other, more confused than they’ve ever been in their life.
Yet they follow, sitting down at the opposite ends of Sydney, staring at her.
Sydney locks hands with them, her soft, long fingers clutching their calloused hands delicately, starts leaning into Luca and kisses him.
Luca breathes heavily into her mouth, the taste of her lips against his sending him wild. He holds her cheek, opening his mouth and feeling her lips and tongue against his, tracing everything in her mouth from her teeth to the small indents on her tongue. Feeling this, she smiles against him and runs a hand through his hair - God, he couldn't get enough of her.
To his displeasure, she pulls away, forcing him to open his eyes then presses a sloppy kiss to his cheek to conclude, toothy grin bared at him. The tender way she’s looking at him? Yeah, he could take that as compensation for the short kiss they shared.
Sydney however, turns around, kissing Carmen the same way. He’d never normally be this turned on looking at his friend getting it on with his girl, but for now, he accepts the visual. Shifting forward to look at the sweet way in which Carmen kisses her. Baby Blue’s closed, cheeks red and flustered, sucking on her tongue. He’s never seen him look this provocative before, he didn’t know he even could. Luca’s cock twitches in his shorts.
When she pulls away, from Carm, their breaths are heavy, and she’s looking amongst them, mischief in her eyes, a slight smirk on her slightly swollen lips. Carmen and Luca however are intrigued, by the same girl, at the same time? Never in any way did they think that this was possible, that they would even like it this much. Where’s that dumbass phrase when you need it? I guess you do learn something every day.
Sydney drops their hands with a squeeze, instead moving her hands to touch their cheeks. Squeezing the fat on their faces, her mouth opens and she starts guiding their heads to meet in the middle, leaning forward and closing her eyes.
All three of their lips meet and it is simply electric. None of the boys had ever, ever experienced anything like this, the sensation was simultaneously overstimulating yet addictive, soft lips everywhere, not knowing what belonged to whom, the taste of the beer lingering on their mouths from their previous activities.
Someone added tongue and holy hell - thank God they did, the rest followed. They didn’t think that it could get better but it did. Luca felt himself throbbing in his shorts, leaning over and furthering the kiss, saliva staining his lips, dripping down to his chin.
After a what felt like infinity, Luca pulled away, with a gasp, watching Carmy and Sydney continue, the shorter boy turning his head so he could go deeper in the kiss, so deep it was almost hypnotic, the outline of their tongues were in each other’s mouth, visible through the skin of their cheeks. Sydney’s arm, snaked against Luca’s shoulder, trying to pull him in, but he spontaneously paused.
His eyes dropped down and saw the other boy semi-erect in his shorts, just as affected as he was, rutting against Sydney’s thigh.
The Brit, pushed her hair back exposing her neck and collarbones, and leaned down with no hesitation to lick and suck at her neck. Tasting the soft skin, his taste buds were on fire, he could feel her pulse beneath her skin, licking and sucking at it.
The girl pulled away from Carm with a moan, her body going lax and breaths heavy as Luca sucked, licked, and bit her sensitive flesh. Luca shifted her zip-up a little more down, exposing more of her shoulder he could wet with his mouth.
Carmen looked at them, feeling a sense of apprehension about him potentially missing out, Sydney’s whines were making his head spin, and Luca’s saliva was all over her, the blood began rushing in his ears triggering a possessive nerve; it was time for Carmen to get his fill. He pushed her hair back and copied Luca, licking over her collarbones, his hand clutching her waist, above her shorts, to stabilize himself.
Carmen prayed that no one walked in, he imagined the sight right now was filthy, all three of them invading each other's personal space, the duo being sacrilegious with the star player's perfect neck, humping the sides of her thighs.
Luca looked up, and made eye contact with Carmy for a few seconds, continuously thrusting and licking Sydney’s neck, placing a hand on her inner thigh and rubbing circles. The shorter boy didn’t think he could get any harder than he already was. Fuck, he couldn’t take it. Carmen grabbed the base of himself through his pants to stop him from exploding at the look he gave him.
“ Carm, Luca-“ The girl between them winced in pleasure, her hips bucking the air, resting her hands on their thighs thumbs trailing the hairs on the skin, “Can I- fuck , lemme touch you?”
“Mhm,” Luca breathed into her, she shivered, feeling the saliva cool on her skin.
“Uh-huh, please ,” Carm moans, imagining her slender hands on him, working him through his shorts.
With no hesitation, she puts her hands over their erections, cupping them and stroking over the thin material. Sydney smirked, as she felt their hips humping her hand at an increased pace, little high-pitched whines not going unnoticed by her ears.
By this time she had finally reached inside, not before commanding them to remove their shirts, shorts, and boxers, and they did so Luca a little more eagerly than Carmen, but both resting them at their ankles, they had both pulled away from her neck, still resting against her, eyes closed, and whining. As she stroked she grinned at them, her boys, leaning against her, wet mouths open, eyes both half-lidded.
Looking down at them in her hands, it was clear Luca was longer than Carmen, and Carmen was a lot thicker than Luca, yet this wasn’t a problem for her, she both treated them equally, spitting in her hands and rubbing the tips until they dripped from their heads, then moving down, base to tip, base to tip, base to tip, ending it by circling the tip.
“Fuck, you’re both really wet.” Her voice was embarrassingly hoarse.
Carmen whined, leaning back on one arm, thrusting into her hand. Luca gripped her inner thigh, molding the delicate fatty flesh in his hands.
“Sydney,” Luca grunted, as she dug her thumb into his tip, “Babe, please-oh God , let me fuck you- I’m not gonna last-”
Sydney chuckled, her air hitting his face and prompting him to open his eyes a bit more - his blown-out pupils glossy and face a beautiful rouge colour.
“Not tonight.” She whispered, leaning over and kissing his cheek, turning and doing the same thing to Carmen, him grunting bucking more aggressively into her hand.
At this point she was going much faster, Luca and Carmen bucking up to her, at this point, they had returned to licking at her neck, Carmen groping her torso through her zip up, and Luca tracing her thigh, both breathing heavily onto her, sending shivers through her.
“Sydney- fuckme , I’m so close -” Carmen whispered, loud enough for the three of them to hear. Hearing his friend's voice, Luca found himself in the same predicament, he was so whiny, he never expected Carmen to let a girl bring him down to this, but he wasn’t judging, he was the same, if it had to be someone, it would gladly be her - Sydney, she had them in the palm of her hand, they both had originally thought they needed to fight for her attention, however, it ultimately was unnecessary, she wanted them both.
With that thought, Luca found himself gripping her thigh harder, and with three quick ruts into her hand, he came over her hand and arm, some reaching his torso with a loud and disheveled shout of her name. When he opened his eyes, he looked at her, a sweet smile on her face, but then they turned quickly, hearing Carmen’s whine, him following and coming, his load all over her hand and his stomach.
Their breaths slow, Sydney peers at her hands, and Carmen follows too.
“My bad.” He says holding her wrist, staring at his mess hardening on her hand. Sydney looks at him, her smile reduced to a mischievous smirk.
“Lick it off.” Sydney says, loud enough for all of them to hear. His eyes dodge between hers and Luca’s, they both say nothing but stare. A feeling of embarrassment flows through his veins.
He raises Sydney's hand and licks it off, no eye contact, finger by finger, he’s tangy, and he knows for a fact that if it wasn’t on Sydney’s hand, he’d tell the person to Cut the shit and wash it off , but somehow, the warmth of her hand and the grooves of her fingers makes it much, much sweeter.
Carmen looks up at them, their eyes fixated on him and his mouth as he licks his lips. Sydney’s mouth is slightly agape, he likes this look she has on her face. Like she’s proud of him. He just wants her to look like this all the time for him, and if he can’t with tennis, he can with this. Carmen continues, falling to his knees in front of them licking everywhere where their cum lies, her arm, her leg, and her other hand where Luca made his mess, much saltier, he preferred his taste but would never admit it to him he couldn’t get enough of it.
Suddenly he found himself kneeling in front of him, looking up at his eyes, asking him for permission. The taller boy nodded and Carmen went crazy, licking his torso, falling to his pubic hair and inhaling his scent, tongue dashing out at the base of his cock after spotting some cum there. He hears Luca’s breath catch and he exhales a light Fuck .
Carmen pushes back, hands behind his back, sitting on his ankles, exposed, wet cock hanging against his thighs.
“You’re so good, Carmen.” Sydney leans forward, cupping his jaw, he leans forward, she pulls him up and kisses him again, pulling Luca into the kiss.
This kiss was amazing, Carmen’s tongue immediately darted out painting Luca and Sydney’s tastebuds with the salty and tangy taste of their cum. It’s wetter this time, none of them thought it could be, it’s filthy, Satan himself would cower in fear, hide behind a pillar, and call out the act as ‘blasphemous!’ , hands everywhere, heat, saliva, and before Sydney knows it, she’s leaning back, licking around her mouth, legs spread, staring at the two boys kiss in front of her, hands ghosting over each others waist.
It’s so sinful, the way Sydney is so turned on watching them, the way their pink mouths are making these sweet, sweet noises, Luca’s grabbing his cheek and tilting his head, they’re going at it, hard, and it gets better when she looks down and sees their cocks touching, borderline grinding on each other as they start to harden once again. There’s also something about the fact that she’s fully clothed and they’re completely nude, bodies like Adam themselves, it’s so, so pornographic.
Sydney lets out a gasp, and to her misfortune, they pull away, staring at each other, then her, and finally between her spread legs.
All of a sudden her clothes are off and her legs are spread, when she looks down, Carmen and Luca are between her legs, one boy flicking her clitoris, one boy penetrating her with his tongue, both making her legs shake.
She didn’t know it could feel this good, no one else she’d been with had made her feel this good - why had no one told her this could be so fun ? Or maybe it’s because nobody else knows that it’s not supposed to happen and that she’s just greedy, but she will always know two is always better than one.
She’s letting out these noises that the duo eating her love, high pitches whines, and moans, better than anything they'd seen before. Carmen looks up, she’s playing with her breasts now, grabbing them and squeezing, her head leaned back. God, she’s beautiful, the best girl he’d ever seen and she’s allowing him to see her like this, to lick, suck and fuck her, he doesn’t know what he did in a past life to achieve this.
Nor does Luca, whose tongue frequently brushes Carmen’s. The great Sydney Adamu, her saccharine taste on his tongue, gushing out as he puts it in her hole, feeling her clench down around him. He’s hard again, her noises making him do things he’d never normally be able to do.
This time, he grabs Carmy’s hand and puts it on his cock, and his hand around Carmy’s squeezing the base, both of their mouths still buried in the pussy of the girl they competed for, and Carmy grunts, making eye contact as he sucks on her clit, forcing squeals out of her, still not removing his hand, he even starts stroking. Hearing the noises she makes, Luca begins thrusting into his friend’s hand.
All three of them are moaning messes, Sydney’s so high on this, the vibrations from their mouths, setting her off to grind her hips against them, so wet she can feel it leaking down her ass and thighs, she leans her head forward and sees them, their arms crossed over each other, wait, stroking each other?
And with that, it pushed her - she wails out a quick, fuck i’m-, and releases all over their faces, she feels like she’s levitating and she loves it, they keep going, drinking her wetness down her throat and she twitches a bit when she feels them groan into her, cumming into each other’s hands.
They get up, and lay beside Sydney, sandwiching her in the middle. They catch their breath, a quiet sense of contentment lingers in the room.