“More,” he demands. So I crane my neck and press my lips firmly against his. He’s such a dominant kisser. Demanding my mouth widen and my tongue dance for him.
“That’s so fucking hot.” Shane fondles my breasts, plucks my nipples, and massages my clit all while Chase has me trapped in a heady kiss. I moan, splintering rapidly as Shane teases my tender points with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh god, please.” I’m reduced to begging. I’ve never begged. Never been with a man who knew how to touch me in the most perfect way. And these two do.
They know exactly how to touch me. How to excite me. How to have me eating out of the palm of their hands.
I’m so wet, my arousal is literally dripping down the center of my thighs.
“Do you think you’re ready?” Shane toys with me.
“What the fuck do you think?” I huff uncomfortably. “My pussy’s so wet, you could swim in it.”
They both laugh. “That’s exactly what we plan to do. We’re going to swim in you all fucking night long.” Shane unbuttons his pants and lets loose the raging erection he’s been concealing the whole time. I fight the urge to jump on it and ride it until the torturous ache between my legs extinguishes.
“Have you ever had anal sex before?” Chase asks as he sweeps some of the moisture from my pussy up to my ass.
“Yes. Many times. I love it.”
The two of them pause.
“Well, you really are full of surprises.” Shane snatches my face and forces me to bend forward. He kisses me with extreme vigor as Chase uses his fingers to stretch my tight and eager little hole. I want him so bad. Both of them so bad. He scissors me open a little too quickly, and I shiver. The pain shocking me in a pleasurable way.
“Fuck, hurry,” I murmur against Shane’s swollen lips. “I need you. Both of you.” I latch onto his face, so ready to be fucked.
“Jesus, woman,” he utters between our lust-fueled kisses. I grab his cock and jerk, which seems to push him over the edge. “Fuck, man, is she ready?”
“I’m so ready,” I answer for Chase, pushing my ass back. Wanting so much more of what he’s giving me.
“I hope that’s the truth.” Chase smacks my backside after he removes his hand. Free, I climb onto Shane’s lap, pinning him to the staircase.
“Fill me up.” I pant like a bloodthirsty dog. “Please, fucking fill me up.” A fleeting thought of protection skirts across my subconscious, but it’s too late. I’m too far gone to bring it up. I want them now. I’ll stupidly take the risk. At the very least, I’m on the pill.
“You only have to ask once.” In three swift steps, Shane grabs his cock, lines it up, and impales me onto him. The initial breach forces a high-pitched moan from my throat. The second breach causes me to all-out scream. I wasn’t prepared for the toll two men were going to take on my body, but the bliss is absolutely blinding. Two of everything—hands, cocks, mouths—all raining down on me. All consuming and demanding. The thump of the music outside magnifies the animalistic grunts bouncing off the walls in the tiny stairwell. Nothing has ever felt so primal. A hedonistic act, boiled down to pure carnal desire.
Shane and Chase ride me hard, testing my limits and pushing me over uncharted boundaries. The two of them together feel indescribable. I try to revel in each thrust, memorizing the way my body responds, the desperate squeeze of my pelvic muscles fighting to keep them both inside. I don’t want to come. I fight it for as long as I can, surfing a wave of pure ecstasy. I know this is a one-time deal. A reckless night stripped of sexual inhibition. But I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to be left with just a memory of Shane’s lips or Chase’s hands. Not yet. It’s too good. Too wrong. Too illicit.
I love it too much.
I realize I’m in way too deep.
And I don’t fucking care.
“You going to hold out on us all night?” Shane grinds his hips upwards, demanding my climax.
“Yes.” I throw my head back as Chase tunnels deeper into my worked little hole.
“You love it that much?” Shane’s voice is strained, his own orgasm dangling by a thread.
I’m disinclined to answer. I don’t want them to know how much I’m enjoying this.Enjoying them.
Yes, I love it. I love the burn of their bodies in the enclosed little space. I love the way they grab me, possess me, even protect me. I love the way they overtake me and power over me, fill me up until I almost burst, leave me empty with remnants of a sweet ache, then repeat the spine-tingling process all over again.
“You don’t have to answer. I know you love it.” Shane grips my hair as Chase subdues my body. “We can feel how wet you are. How fucking tight. How fucking needy.” He grinds his pelvis against my clit until it’s unbearable. He wants me to come, and he’s going to make me one way or another. “Tell us how much you love it,” he demands.
“No,” I protest, my tendons as taut as a drum.
“Prideful little pixie.” Chase spreads my ass cheeks and burrows deep. So deep I gasp at the cavernous place he reaches inside me. A place I was unaware existed until this very moment. A place where the physical and emotional blur together. My resolve snaps as the two of them together kick me over the edge. A tag team effort to make me scream—and scream I do as my clit catches fire, my pussy fitfully contracts, and my stomach muscles twist.
