The waves of my orgasm were still washing over me, and I was feeling pretty relaxed at that point.
"I sorry," I said with a wry smile, "I'm going to have to go with Door number 1!" I beckoned, what I guess then was Nice Mick, to lie down on the bed.
"Fucking odd man out!" Naughty Mick sulked.
Nice Mick was as hard as I'd ever seen him, standing to full attention. He waited with his arms slightly raised, waiting to accept my hips straddling him. I did not keep him waiting. I crawled to him on my knees and climbed astride him. He was so erect that I couldn't just slide onto him, he was pointed at too steep an angle, so instead I wriggled my hips back and forth, using the head to tease my clit. While I did so, I reached down for the bottom of my vest and enfolded my arms over my head, taking the vest with them and freeing my breast. They aren't the biggest, but I love their shape, and I'm lucky that my nipples have a hardline to my clit. I've come before from them being touched alone. Micks hands normally went straight to them, but today his hands were flowing over me as he'd promised. Smoothly but steadily working their way to my nipples though, there was definitely a pattern to the tease.
I decided to kick the tempo forward a notch, and I reached between my legs for his cock, now slick from me moving over him. I lifted my hips just enough and pulled him up to I could put the head of him into my pussy. Then I stopped and looked down at him smiling up at me.
"Go as slow as you want".
I impaled myself as slowly as I could manage, dragging a couple of seconds out into what seemed like minutes. I began to ride him, moving from the hips, swirling them like I like, knowing it would be doing little for him. I could feel a bit of tension building in the room, from the man I was riding and also the other frustrated spectator, but I didn't care.
Nice Micks hands found their way finally to my nipples, after their long approach, and predictably that changed things for me. Suddenly my body was building to something, not just enjoying the ride. My body began to move from the knees now, much longer thrusts, up and down. A lot more work for me as well though. A light sheen of sweat began to form on my back and brow, and my untied red hair was beginning to annoy me.
"Come here and hold my hair back" I ordered the sulking Mick. He complied with a surly expression, but I noted he was just as aroused as the two of us on the bed.
With my hair held back, and Micks hands on my tits, I continued to build pace, not fast as yet, but definitely putting in some work. I became aware that my hair was being held slightly firmer than I was expecting. Naughty Mick wasn't defying my instruction, he was only holding, but he was holding so tight that when I thrust my body down, it was tugging my hair.
I. Loved. It. A deep, low moan escaped my lips and I picked up speed. I was really pounding Mick now, making sure I pressed down as hard as I could to get the pull on my scalp.
"OH GOD. OH FUCK. I'm gonna come, honey".
Mick couldn't resist the object of his love in such pleasure and with hands now gripping my piledriving hips for dear life he tensed and emptied himself into my tensing, grabbing, milking pussy.
When his hands released me, I sat up straight with his softening dick still inside me. I tensed my PC muscles a couple of times and got a shudder from his spent frame.
"OK boys", I said, climbing off him and strolling towards our ensuite, "I'm going to clean up".
