As Max turns his focus there, Miles moves on to my other breast, giving the nipple the same treatment with his teeth, then sucking it hard into his mouth, and something spirals up inside me with a power I’m not expecting.
I grab for Miles’s shoulder as an orgasm overtakes me. Max keeps rubbing, and I cry out as both men feather my cheeks withtender kisses. I feel cherished like I’ve never felt before, and it cracks my heart open in a way I’m helpless to prevent.
“You’re even more beautiful when you come,” Miles murmurs as I recover. He presses a kiss to my flushed cheek, and then my lips.
“That felt so good.”
“Only the first happy ending of many more to come tonight,” Max says, his fingers still teasing my folds.
Is he implying that he thinks they can give me more than one orgasm? I’ve heard that other women are capable of multiples in one night, but it’s never happened for me.
Double the men, double the pleasure? I’m starting to sound like Ana.
Max and Miles don’t give me much time to be in my head. Together, they slip my shirt from my arms and start to slide my shorts over my hips.
Miles bends to lay a line of soft kisses from hip to hip, and if I weren’t already cushioned on the bed, I might swoon at the sweetness.
Of course, Rick was nothing special in the bedroom, but I wasn’t a virgin before him, and I’ve never been with men like this. They make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Like the only woman.
Once my shorts are off, they kiss their way back up my thighs. As their heads start to descend over the place where I’ve never been wetter, I stop them. “I shouldn’t be the only one who’s naked.”
I’m afraid they might feel uncomfortable, especially Miles, but he pulls off his shirt faster than his brother, and reaches for his belt. No wonder—that erection can’t be comfortable being confined.
The men are thoughtful enough to pace themselves so that I can watch them both. Max goes slowly, while Miles makes quick work of removing his pants, treating me to the spectacle of him in snug midnight blue boxer briefs that have me drooling over his long, muscular thighs.
When he pushes his underwear down, my mouth goes dry, and I can hardly believe my eyes at the thickness of his cock.
Seeing that my mouth has fallen open, he grins as he wraps his hand around his length and tugs, making the beast even longer. Even though I’m intimidated, I can’t help but reach for him.
“Can I …?”
He kneels on the bed, his cock bobbing up to his stomach. I curl my hand around it the best I can and stroke it slowly, up, then down, its skin like velvet.
A sound draws my eyes back to Max, who’s unzipping his pants. His briefs are white and contain an equally impressive bulge. When he unleashes it, I find that this is another way the men are identical, though I’m sure there are differences, and I’m looking forward to finding them.
Without letting go of Miles, I gesture to Max, who kneels on the other side of me, so I can grip them both, or try to. Will I be able to please them both? Can I handle this much man?
I manage to stroke them, and as I get coordinated, I start to go faster, but Miles stills my hand.
“This isn’t about us. Lie back.” There’s an authoritative edge to his voice that I’ve never heard before, and I like it.
When I do as he says, he again kisses his way up my inner thigh, much quicker this time, a destination in his sights. He spreads my legs and lies down between them, his face right there, inches away. When he looks up at me, his eyes are dark and hooded, sending a shiver of anticipation rippling through me.
“You’re so wet for us.” He dips his finger inside me first, but quickly follows with his tongue, a gentle press, then a thick swipe that makes me wetter still, when I was already gushing.
A couple of men in my past have had their mouths on me, but it’s quickly evident that they didn’t know what they were doing. Miles knowsexactlywhat he’s doing, and it’s not long before he has to anchor my hips with his hands, because I’m writhing on the bed, shocked as he builds up the sensations inside me again.
Meanwhile, Max, who’s lying beside me wearing only a devilish grin, takes my hand and draws one of my fingers into his mouth, sucking on it, tickling it with his tongue. It’s a wild feeling, and god, he’s so gorgeous, his playful eyes dancing as he watches me slowly come undone.
When Miles wraps his lips around my clit, my back arches and my toes curl and I call out his name. “Oh, god, Miles, I’m going to come again!”
He flicks his tongue back and forth over the little nub, and I go flying over the edge into a climax even more satisfying than the first one, which itself had felt like a release of days’ worth of pent-up feelings.
Miles smiles up at me, and my mind brings a memory forward of how I first knew him, the grunting grump in my yoga class.Now, he’s intimately acquainted with my most private of spots, and just made me lose control.
As I try to get my breath back, Miles moves up beside me, brushing hair back from my cheek.
“That was so good,” I tell him.
