Burning Up by Sami Lee

pumping into her slowly, slowly enough that Rob could find his moment to move back into her ass. Just as Steve pulled back, Rob advanced, filling her back passage.
    They moved like that, pleasuring her in turns while all Pam could do was sway between them and experience every glorious thrust and parry. Each time Rob moved forward, the motion pushed her clit harder against Steve. When Steve ground into her, she felt it all the way to her womb. Her nipples throbbed while the men took turns stroking them.
    Steve reached between them and found her clit with his thumb at one point, and Pam nearly took off like a rocket. “Oh, God, God. I’m going to come.”
    “Yeah, do it,” Rob said. “You’re so damn tight. You’re killing me.”
    Steve kept up the insistent pressure on her pulsing nub, kept staring at her face like he couldn’t bring himself to look away. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you milking me dry.”
    His words were the last straw. Pam’s orgasm rushed through her, filling every extremity with tingling pleasure as her muscles clamped Steve tight. She jerked convulsively between the two men, gripped by spasms unlike any she’d ever known, spasms that seemed to reverberate everywhere while the men continued to plunder her body.
    Rob held her back to his front as he too released himself, pounding his cock into her ass as his climax overtook him. The knowledge of his powerful orgasm set Pam off again, although she didn’t think she’d come down yet anyway. She gripped Steve’s chest, digging into his pecs with her fingernails while she and Rob rode it out together.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
    Pam opened her eyes to see the taut lines of Steve’s face morph into a mask of pure sexual relief as he finally let himself go. As the orgasm washed over him, he wound his fingers around Pam’s neck and pulled her down. Their lips collided in a kiss that was almost violent, a clash of teeth and tongues that conveyed the intensity of the passion between them. Pam’s muscles fluttered on Steve’s cock, drawing his essence from him with the last of what had been the longest, most drawn-out release of her entire life.
    Eventually, when Steve spent himself, the kiss gentled, became a lazy melding of mouths that was hypnotic. Pam felt herself drifting, floating on a sea of bliss that was Steve’s kiss.
    Dimly, she was aware that Rob pulled out of her and flopped onto the bed beside them. Pam struggled to find a coherent thought, but when she did, she figured it was probably rude to continue a post-coital make out with Steve while Rob watched. Not that she’d been given a rule book or anything.
    Pam dragged her mouth away from Steve’s and turned to look at Rob. He was watching them with the oddest half smile. Or maybe it wasn’t odd at all. Maybe that was his just-had-an-explosive-orgasm face.
    “Hey,” Pam said and reached over to touch his chest. “That was spectacular. Thank you—both of you.”
    “Thank you .” Rob clasped her hand and brought it to his lips so he could kiss each one of her fingers. “You were amazing.”
    Feeling herself blush for some strange reason, Pam buried her face in Steve’s chest. He had the lightest dusting of dark-brown hair on his pecs, and it tickled Pam’s cheek in a way that made her smile. She brushed her lips over the place where his heartbeat thumped, unable to stop herself sending out her tongue to give it a teasing lick.
    Steve groaned and stroked a hand over her hair. Pam’s nipples responded instinctively, hardening against his chest. What was she turning into? A nymphomaniac? “Don’t go.” The words sounded more like a plea than she wanted them to.
    Rob tugged on her hand, and Pam tilted her head to face him. He raised one eyebrow. “Are you talking to me?”
    “Of course. Both of you.” Pam slid her gaze over Steve’s but wasn’t game to let it linger. Her heart pounded out a nervous rhythm. It might be crazy, but she was scared of being alone