Latina Dreaming with Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez

[TheLW]

Latina Dreaming
With Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, FF, 69ing, Blowjob, Drunk, Fingering, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

Demi and I had been together for almost a year. We’d met at a low-key charity event in Los Angeles, nothing flashy, just good music and better conversation. She was in one of her confident, post-tour phases, hair dark and wavy, tattoos peeking out from under a cropped black hoodie, that signature laugh of hers cutting through the room like a spark. I’d made her laugh over something stupid about bad karaoke, and the next thing I knew we were texting at 2 a.m. about everything and nothing. Within months it was official. The chemistry was insane, intense, playful, and completely unfiltered.

Selena had always been in the picture, of course. She and Demi were long-time friends, on-again, off-again over the years. These days, they texted constantly, sent each other voice notes at all hours, and occasionally dragged each other to secret dinners where no paparazzi could find them. Benny was part of that world too, talented, and always in the studio. I’d met him a handful of times, polite handshakes, easy smiles, the kind of guy who seemed more comfortable creating hits than being the center of attention. He and Selena had only been married since September of last year, still in that shiny new phase of marriage but clearly navigating the pressures of two massive careers.

The idea of the swap came up one Sunday afternoon at Demi’s place in the Hollywood Hills. We were lounging by the pool, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing the ink on her shoulder. Selena and Benny were coming over for dinner later, and Demi had that mischievous glint in her eye.

“You know,” she said, voice low and teasing, “Selena and I were talking the other day. About... fantasies. The kind you don’t post on Instagram.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Demi bit her lip, smiling. “She told me she’s always wondered what it would be like to... share. With someone she trusts. And Benny’s been open to exploring. We were thinking... maybe the four of us? Just once. No pressure. See where the night takes us.”

My heartbeat kicked up. I’d had the occasional passing thought, hell, who hadn’t, but hearing it out loud from Demi made it more real. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely,” she said, rolling over to straddle me. “I want to watch you with her. And I want you to watch me with him. Then we all come back together. Sounds like something you’d be into?” I pulled her down for a kiss that answered for me.

That night at dinner, the vibe shifted the second the four of us sat down. Selena arrived in a slinky white slip dress that hugged every curve, her long dark hair cascading over one shoulder, that famous smile lighting up the room. Benny was in a black button-down, sleeves rolled, looking relaxed but already a little quiet. We drank wine, good wine, the kind that loosens tongues and lowers guards. Conversation flowed from music to travel to, eventually, the unspoken tension between us.

By the time dessert was cleared and the lights dimmed, Demi took my hand and led everyone upstairs to the master suite. The room was huge, all soft lighting and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. A massive king sized bed dominated the center, flanked by two oversized armchairs. Selena giggled nervously as she kicked off her heels. Benny poured another round of drinks from the bar cart.

“Ground rules?” Demi asked, ever the one in control.

“Consent is sexy,” Selena said, quoting some TikTok wisdom that made us all laugh. “And if anyone wants to stop, we stop. No hard feelings.”

Demi then pulled me in for a deep, claiming kiss right there in front of them. Her hands slid under my shirt, nails grazing my back. I heard Selena’s soft inhale, and felt Benny shift in his chair.

It started slow. Demi and I moved to the bed, clothes coming off piece by piece. She was wearing a black lace bra and thong that left almost nothing to the imagination. I unhooked the bra, letting her full breasts spill free, and took one nipple into my mouth while she moaned my name. Across the room, Selena and Benny were kissing on the chaise, her dress slipping off her shoulders to reveal smooth olive skin and a tiny red G-string. Benny’s hands roamed her body with practiced ease, but I noticed his movements were a little hesitant.

Demi whispered in my ear, “Go to her. I want to see.”

I crossed the room. Selena looked up at me with those brown eyes of hers, cheeks flushed. “Hi,” she breathed, almost shy. Benny gave me a nod, nervous but willing, and moved over to Demi.

The swap felt surreal. I pulled Selena into my lap on the chaise, kissing her slowly at first, then deeper as she melted against me. She tasted like cherries and wine. Her hands explored my chest, then lower, stroking me through my boxers until I was rock hard. Behind us, I could hear Demi’s familiar gasps as Benny went down on her. She was vocal, telling him exactly what she liked, her hips grinding against his face.

Selena whispered, “I’ve thought about this... more than I probably should.” She slid down, freeing me from my boxers and taking me into her mouth with a warm, eager swirl of her tongue. The sight of Selena Gomez on her knees for me was almost too much. I threaded my fingers through her hair, guiding her gently, while I watched Demi arch off the bed, moaning Benny’s name.

That’s when things started to shift.

Benny pulled back after a few minutes, breathing hard. He positioned himself between Demi’s legs, but when he tried to push inside her... nothing. He stayed soft. Demi was patient at first, stroking him, whispering encouragement. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax.” But after a couple of awkward attempts, it was clear it wasn’t happening. Benny’s face went crimson. He sat back on his heels, muttering something about the wine, the pressure, the long day in the studio.

Selena noticed. She lifted her head, lips glistening. “Benny?”
 
He shook his head, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I... I can’t. Not tonight.”
 
The room hung in this strange, charged silence for a second. Then Demi sat up, completely naked and glowing with arousal, and looked straight at me. Her eyes were dark with heat. “Well,” she said, voice husky, “looks like the night just got even better for you, babe.”
 
Selena grinned, wicked and excited. She crawled back up my body and kissed me hard. “You heard her. Come here.”
 
Benny moved to one of the armchairs in the corner, still naked, still soft, resignation and quiet envy on his face. He didn’t leave, he stayed and watched.
 
What happened next was pure fire.

We then joined Demi on the bed, the mattress dipping under our combined weight as Selena and I crawled toward her. Demi was already reclining against the headboard, legs slightly parted, one hand trailing between her own breasts while the other beckoned us closer with a crooked finger. Selena reached her first, sliding up Demi’s body like she’d done it a hundred times before. I’d seen them hug a hundred times, quick squeezes on red carpets, longer embraces after emotional interviews, the kind of affection that always carried an undercurrent of something deeper, something unspoken. But this... this was something else entirely.

Selena cupped Demi’s face with both hands and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Their lips met with a soft, wet sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Tongues slid together immediately, no hesitation, no teasing preamble, just a pure need. Demi’s hands roamed Selena’s back, nails dragging lightly down her spine before settling on the curve of her ass, squeezing possessively. Selena moaned into the kiss, a low, throaty sound that vibrated between them. One of Demi’s hands slipped lower, fingers gliding between Selena’s thighs with practiced ease. She stroked slowly at first, teasing circles around her most sensitive area, then dipping just inside, gathering wetness before sliding back up. Selena gasped sharply into Demi’s mouth, hips jerking forward involuntarily, chasing the touch.

I knelt behind Demi, pressing my chest to her back, my lips finding the spot just below her ear. I kissed the nape of her neck. My cock, still achingly hard, pressed insistently against the firm swell of her ass. She arched into me instinctively, grinding back just enough to let me feel how soaked she was.

“Fuck me,” Demi said, voice rough and gravelly from arousal. She broke the kiss with Selena long enough to glance over her shoulder at me, eyes black with heat. “Right now. While I play with her.”

I didn’t need telling twice.

I gripped her hips, aligned myself, and pushed in slowly at first, savoring the way her body opened for me, wet and tight and perfect. Demi moaned out, her head falling back against my shoulder as I bottomed out. She pushed back hard, meeting my first thrust with equal force, setting the pace herself. I started moving, deep, steady thrusts that made her gasp every time I filled her completely.

Selena lay back on the pillows, legs falling open wide, knees bent and feet planted so she could watch us both. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, lips parted, eyes filled with lust. Demi leaned forward without breaking our connection, burying her face between Selena’s thighs. Her tongue flattened against Selena in one long, deliberate lick from entrance to clit, then circled the sensitive bud with focused precision. Selena’s entire body jerked. “Oh my God... Demi... just like that,” she whimpered, voice cracking. Her hips bucked up, grinding against Demi’s mouth in desperate little circles.

I fucked Demi harder now, the slap of skin on skin filling the room in counterpoint to Selena’s moans. Every time Selena gasped louder, Demi clenched around me like a vice, reflexive, involuntary, driving me closer to the edge. I reached around her hip with one hand, finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, fast motions in time with my thrusts. Demi moaned into Selena’s sex hole, the vibration making Selena moan out again.

We stayed locked like that for what felt like forever, me pounding into Demi from behind, Demi devouring Selena, Selena writhing under both our attention. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and arousal. Eventually, Selena’s pleas grew more frantic. “Please... I need... I want...”

Demi lifted her head just long enough to say, “Ride him. I want to watch you take him.”

Selena didn’t hesitate. She pushed herself up, cheeks flushed, hair wild and tangled. I pulled out of Demi reluctantly, both of us groaning at the loss, as I laid back on the bed. Selena swung a leg over my hips, straddling me. She gripped my cock at the base, guiding the head to her entrance, then sank down on to me. Her pussy enveloped me completely, her vaginal walls fluttering as she adjusted to my size. When she was fully seated, she let out a long, shaky breath, head tipping back so her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders.

Demi knelt beside us, one hand on Selena’s hip, the other on my chest for balance. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, tasting of Selena, sweet and heady, then turned to capture Selena’s mouth in another searing kiss. While they kissed, Demi’s lips trailed down Selena’s neck, across her collarbone, until she took one of Selena’s nipples into her mouth. She sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to make Selena whimper. Selena started to move, rolling of her hips at first, then faster, grinding down hard with every downward motion. “You feel so good,” she breathed, voice breaking. “So fucking deep... God, don’t stop...”

I thrust up to meet her, matching her movement, hands gripping her thighs. Demi wasn’t content to just watch. After lavishing attention on Selena’s breasts, switching from one nipple to the other, leaving them wet and flushed, she swung a leg over my face and lowered herself until her dripping lips hovered just above my mouth. “Eat me,” she commanded softly.

I didn’t hesitate. I gripped her ass with both hands, pulling her down so I could bury my tongue inside her. The taste of her, sweet, tangy, addictive, flooded my senses. I licked and sucked, swirling around her clit before plunging back inside, two fingers sliding into her wetness and curling upward to stroke that spot that always made her shake. Demi pressed down against my face, riding my tongue with the same desperate rhythm Selena used on my cock.

Selena’s movements grew erratic, her inner walls fluttering wildly around me as she chased her peak. “I’m close... I’m so close...” she panted. Demi reached down between us, finding Selena’s clit and rubbing fast circles while I kept thrusting up into her.

From the corner of the room, Benny’s breathing was audible now, ragged, uneven, almost pained. I glanced over once through the haze of pleasure. He was still in the armchair, legs spread, one hand wrapped loosely around his half-hard cock, stroking slowly. His eyes never left us. No anger twisted his features, no jealousy burned in his gaze, just raw, aching want. Hunger. Helpless fascination. He was watching his wife, married to him for barely five months, lose herself completely on another man’s cock while her oldest, most complicated friend rode my face. He was living the ultimate cuckold scene, and the twisted part was that he wasn’t fighting it. He was absorbing it, drinking it in.

Part of me felt a flicker of sympathy, genuine, fleeting. The guy had probably never imagined his honeymoon phase ending like this. But the larger part, the primal, masculine part, swelled with pure, unfiltered pride. These two women, his brand-new wife and my wildfire girlfriend, were unraveling because of me. Their moans, their trembling bodies, their desperate pleas were all for me. The power of it surged through my veins like adrenaline, pushing me closer to the edge even as I fought to hold on.

Selena came first, hard and sudden. Her thighs clamped around my hips, body bowing as a sharp, broken cry tore from her throat. Her pussy pulsated rhythmically around my cock, dragging me dangerously close. Demi followed seconds later, grinding down on my tongue with frantic little rocks until she shuddered through her release, flooding my mouth while she moaned my name like a mantra.

We didn’t stop. The air in the room was thick and heavy now, charged with the scent of sweat, pussy, and raw sex. Our bodies were slick, hearts hammering, but the hunger between the three of us had only sharpened. Demi pulled Selena off my cock with a gentle but firm grip on her hips. Selena let out a soft, disappointed whimper, but Demi was already guiding her, flipping her onto her back in the center of the massive bed with effortless control.

“On your back, baby,” Demi murmured, the same tone she used when she wanted total surrender. Selena did as she was told instantly, spreading her legs wide, knees bent, her glistening pussy on full display, swollen, pink, dripping from everything we’d already done to her. Demi swung one leg over Selena’s head and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine position, lowering herself slowly, deliberately, until her own soaked folds hovered just above Selena’s eager mouth. Demi’s ass was high in the air, round and firm, tattoos stretching across her as she arched. She braced her hands on either side of Selena’s thighs and dove in without hesitation.

The sight alone was enough to make my cock twitch. Demi’s tongue disappeared between Selena’s folds in one long, hungry lick, then she buried her face completely, lapping, sucking, circling Selena’s clit with focused, practiced strokes. Selena moaned loudly into Demi’s pussy, the sound muffled but desperate, her tongue flicking out to return the favor immediately. She licked up Demi’s slit, sucking her love mound between her lips, then plunged her tongue inside as deep as she could go. Their bodies rocked together in a perfect sync, Demi grinding down, Selena pushing up, wet, obscene sounds filling the room, slick slurps, muffled gasps, the soft rhythmic smack of tongues on soaked flesh. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Two of the most beautiful, famous women in the world completely lost in each other, devouring one another like they’d been starving for this exact moment for years.

I couldn’t just watch anymore. I moved behind Demi on my knees, gripping her hips. Her ass was presented perfectly, cheeks spread slightly from the angle, her tight little hole winking above where Selena’s tongue was working her pussy. I stroked my cock once, then twice, spreading the mix of our juices along the shaft, then pressed the head against Demi’s entrance. She was dripping, pulsing, ready. I slid back inside her in one smooth, deep thrust, wet, tight, velvet heat gripping every inch. Demi moaned out into Selena’s pussy, the vibration making Selena’s hips jerk upward.


I started fucking her slow and deep, savoring every second. Long, deliberate strokes that let me feel her walls flutter and clench around me. Each time I bottomed out, my hips pressed against her ass, pushing her face harder into Selena. The chain reaction was intoxicating, I thrust into Demi, she moaned into Selena, Selena licked Demi more frantically, and the cycle built and built. The sounds were filthy perfection, my cock sliding in and out of Demi’s soaked pussy with wet squelches, mixed with the constant lapping and sucking between the two women. Demi’s moans were guttural now, vibrating straight through Selena’s body. Selena’s legs started to tremble on either side of Demi’s head, toes curling hard.

“Fuck... yes... eat her just like that,” I groaned, picking up the pace slightly, one hand sliding up Demi’s back to tangle in her dark hair. Demi pushed back against me greedily, fucking herself on my cock while never stopping her assault on Selena’s pussy. Selena’s hands came up to grip Demi’s ass, spreading her wider, tongue working faster. I could see everything, Demi’s tongue flicking rapidly, Selena’s lips wrapped around her clit, both of them shining with each other’s arousal.

Selena came first again. Her whole body seized, legs locking around Demi’s head like a vice, thighs quivering violently as a muffled scream tore from her throat straight into Demi’s pussy. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against Demi’s face through wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, juices coating Demi’s chin and cheeks. The sight and sound pushed Demi right over the edge seconds later. She shoved back against me hard, ass slamming into my hips as she came with a long, broken moan, her inner walls spasming and rippling around my cock in powerful contractions. The squeeze was almost too much, I gritted my teeth, fingers digging into her hips, fighting every instinct to explode right then. But I held off. I wanted this to last. I wanted to wring every possible second of pleasure from both of them.

We stayed locked like that for a long moment, all three of us panting, bodies trembling. Then Demi slowly lifted off Selena, both women gasping, faces flushed and shiny. We collapsed together in a sweaty mess, breathless tangle of limbs, arms and legs everywhere, skin sliding against skin. Somehow I ended up flat on my back in the middle of the bed, chest heaving. Selena immediately slid down between my legs with a wicked little smile, her hair a wild mess. She wrapped one small hand around the base of my cock, still rock-hard and slick from Demi, and took me back into her mouth in one smooth, deep motion.

She deep-throated me with practiced ease, relaxing her throat and sliding all the way down until her nose pressed against my pelvis. The wet heat, the tight constriction, the way her tongue worked the underside, it was heaven. At the same time, Demi swung a leg over my face and lowered herself again, still dripping from her orgasm and Selena’s mouth. She settled her pussy right over my lips, grinding down gently at first, then more insistently as I opened my mouth and devoured her. The taste of her, mixed now with Selena’s release, was sweet, tangy, addictive. I licked and sucked like a man possessed, tongue plunging inside her, then flicking her swollen clit while two fingers curled deep, stroking that spot that made her thighs shake.

Above me, the two of them found each other again. I could hear their lips meet in a messy, passionate kiss, open-mouthed, full of moans and whispers. Their hands roamed freely,  Demi’s fingers pinching and rolling Selena’s nipples, Selena’s hand sliding down to rub Demi’s clit while I ate her. Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, breasts pressing, hips rolling, soft gasps and filthy little praises spilling between kisses.

“You taste so fucking good on his tongue,” Selena murmured against Demi’s mouth. Demi moaned in response, grinding harder on my face.

I was completely lost in sensation. Tongue buried in Demi’s pulsing heat, cock once again sliding in and out of Selena’s incredible throat, their combined moans vibrating through my entire body. Every time Selena hummed around me, the sensation shot straight to my balls. Every time Demi rode my face faster, her juices coated my chin and cheeks. I was in absolute heaven, surrounded, used, worshipped by both of them at once.

Demi started riding my tongue harder, faster, chasing another peak. Her thighs tightened around my head, hips bucking back and forth in frantic little circles. Selena matched her intensity, bobbing faster, taking me impossibly deeper, one hand cupping my balls and gently massaging while she sucked. The pressure built fast and unstoppable. I groaned loudly into Demi’s pussy, the vibration pushing her over the edge one final time. She came with a sharp cry, flooding my mouth as her body shook above me.

That was it. I finally let go.

My orgasm hit like a freight train. I groaned deep into Demi’s core, hips pushing upwards as I erupted down Selena’s throat. Pulsating pulse after heavy pulse, I filled her mouth completely with my man juice. Selena never pulled back, she swallowed every single drop with greedy swallows, her lips around me the whole time like she couldn’t get enough. When I finally stopped throbbing, she slowly lifted off, lips shiny and a thin string of saliva and cum connecting us for a second before it broke.

Then she crawled up and kissed Demi deeply, sharing the taste of me between them in a slow, messy, cum-swapping kiss right above my face. Their tongues danced, swapping my release back and forth while soft, satisfied moans spilled from both of them. I lay there beneath them, chest heaving, body completely spent, watching the most erotic sight I’d ever witnessed.

We lay there afterward, sweaty and breathless, the three of us in a pile on the massive bed. Demi on my left, Selena curled against my right, both of them tracing patterns on my chest. Benny stayed in the chair, quiet, a small smile on his face now. No one said anything awkward. The air felt electric but peaceful.

Demi kissed my jaw. “Best night ever.”

Selena laughed softly. “Agreed. Benny... you okay over there?”

He nodded, voice rough. “Yeah. That was... something.”

We didn’t kick him out. We invited him back to the bed eventually, just to cuddle. No pressure, no performance. The four of us lay together under the sheets, city lights twinkling outside, talking quietly about music and life and how wild nights can be.

I don’t know if I’ll ever experience a night like that again. But damn... if I do, I hope it picks up right where that one left off.

The End

[TylerDoesStuffYT]

This was really good.
I'm glad that everyone was cool with everything.
This is one of those "wish it was on AO3, so I could download it" kind of stories. Also props for not making Benny a jerk or anything. He was still there and was just vibing.