Chapter 66 Tongue-Fucked Between Two Mouths

Chapter 66 Tongue-Fucked Between Two Mouths
But then again… do I really have to choose?
The thought hits me through the warm, floaty haze.
Zayn on one side. Ryan on the other.
Both of them here. Both of them are looking at me like they want to take care of me tonight.
So, why can't I have them both?
At least for tonight.
Reaching out a little unsteadily, I take Zayn's hand, looping his arm through my left. Then I do the same with Ryan, sliding his arm through my right.

"You'll both help me up," I say in a soft slurry voice. "Let's go."
They don't argue.
We stagger toward the stairs like a clumsy, three-headed creature — me in the middle, supported on both sides.
Every step feels exaggerated, the floor tilting slightly under my feet from the weed and alcohol.
I giggle at nothing, the sound bubbling out of me uncontrollably.
When we finally reach my room, Zayn pushes it open with his shoulder while Ryan keeps me steady.

The moment we step inside, and the door shuts behind us, the atmosphere changes.
It feels thicker.
Warmer.
Heavier with possibility, most likely because of the proximity.
I'm still sandwiched between them, their bodies warm against mine.
Zayn's arm is solid around my waist. Ryan's hand rests lightly on my lower back.
Both of them are looking at me.

And suddenly I'm aroused.
You can have them both.
The thought loops again, loud and incessant in my head.
Just for tonight. No one has to know.
No one has to choose.
We can all just feel good.
I turn my head toward Zayn first, then Ryan, my gaze hazy.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," I whisper, and the words hang there for a minute before Zayn's eyes darken.
I think I hear Ryan's breath catch, too.
But no one moves to leave.
And that's all the answer I need.

Before I can overthink it, I lean in and kiss Ryan first, tasting the liquor on his tongue.
When I pull back, his face is flushed.
I turn to Zayn, who looks a little mad, but at the same time, his eyes hold possessiveness. Hunger.
I kiss him too, but this kiss is different.
It's deeper and hungrier. Filthier.
Zayn groans, grabbing my neck to pull me closer.
His mouth is hot and demanding, as if questioning my decision to kiss Ryan before him.
When we both pull away, Ryan is staring at us in shock.

His eyes are filled with confusion because he's obviously not expecting this, even through the haze of being high.
For a moment, I think he might walk away.
But then the weed and alcohol win.
His shock melts into something dazed and full of want.
His breathing is faster, and from the bulge in his shorts, he's aroused.
Yes, he's still trying to process what just happened and can't quite catch up. But, no doubt, it's turning him on.

I take both their hands and lead them towards the bed, my heart pounding in excitement.
I can't believe this is about to happen. My fantasy of fucking them both is coming true.
Zayn—the impatient man he is— pushes me down onto my back.
I land on the soft mattress with a little gasp as Ryan climbs onto the bed from the side, spreading my thighs and leaning between them.
Zayn moves to my head, leaning down to kiss me again. It's a slower, deeper kiss with his tongue stroking mine while Ryan pulls my panties down my legs.

I feel him spreading my thighs wider, before leaning in and licking my slit.
I moan into Zayn's mouth, jerking my hips into his face.
Ryan groans against my pussy, and starts to eat me.
My back nearly leaves the bed.
Zayn breaks the kiss only to move lower, so he can suck my boobs. He gently catches my nipple through his teeth, giving it a little bite, before sucking it into his mouth.
I whimper, feeling my body produce more juices of arousal.

His hand kneads the other breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers while Ryan continues to eat me out.
He must've missed me so much because he's eating my pussy like it's food. He's alternating between tongue fucking into my cunt hard and fast, and licking my clit.
I'm shaking within minutes.
They switch places, almost like they're communicating telepathically.
Ryan crawls up my body and kisses me (I can taste my own juices on my tongue), and Zayn takes his place between my legs, parting my folds with his fingers so my clit is staring him in the face.

He flicks it with his tongue multiple times, while I fist the sheets and sob like a kid.
Then he stops because he knows if he keeps that up, I'll come way too fast. So, he leaves my clit and buries his face in my pussy, then resumes fucking into my hole with his tongue.
I'm moaning into Ryan's mouth, grinding my hips against Zayn's face, when we all suddenly hear it.
Moaning.
Loud, shameless, feminine, moaning coming from another room down the hallway.

It's Melissa.
Then a deeper grunt that sounds like Fareed follows.
They're fucking.
What the fuck did they put in the weed we all smoked that's making us do this?
I never thought Melissa and Fareed could get down and dirty with each other, but here I am with Ryan and Zayn.
The weed makes everything sharper. More intense.
Every sound, every feeling.
The moans from the other room sink into my skin, making my pussy clench harder around Zayn's tongue.

I pull back from Ryan's kiss, breathing hard.
"They're… they're really going at it," I whisper. I sound so slow and unrecognisable.
Ryan's pupils are dilated. He nods, but doesn't speak.
Perhaps the weed has rid him of that ability.
Zayn lifts his head from between my legs and looks toward the door. Then his dark, hungry eyes return to me.
No doubt, the sounds Maya and Fareed are making only spur us on.

I close my thighs and roll over till I'm on my hands and knees, then reach for Ryan's pants.
He, too, quickly changes his position to kneel on the bed, helping me push them down.
When his cock is free, I stroke him for a few seconds before taking him into my mouth.
Ryan groans, throwing his head back as his hand slides into my hair.
I suck him greedily, taking him in till he hits the back of my throat.
My eyes water.

Behind me, I feel Zayn grab my hips and spread my cheeks wide.
When he drags his hot, wet tongue through the crack of my ass, my eyes roll over.
When he starts licking me there, pushing inside my tight hole, I nearly implode.
I start to moan loudly around Ryan's cock.
The vibrations make him curse and push deeper into my throat while he holds my head firmly in place.
Words can't describe the euphoria I'm experiencing.

Ryan is fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts while I choke and drool around him.
Zayn, on the other hand, keeps eating my ass, thrusting his tongue inside.
He reaches underneath to tease my clit along with it till I'm dripping uncontrollably down my thighs. Till I'm both moaning and gagging, and completely lost between them.