Isaac crawled on the bed, the mattress rocking under his heavy frame. Dylan reached for the zipper on the side of my skirt. He shimmied it down, taking the skirt to my ankles.
I sat forward enough for Isaac. He didn’t waste time toying with my bra. He unsnapped the clasp and raked it off my arms.
I lied back on the bed, staring up into Isaac’s eyes, knowing I was wedged between the two men in nothing but my panties.
“I dreamed about this,” I sighed.
“You did?” Isaac groaned. He twisted my nipples between his fingers, plucking and pulling until they were hard peaks.
“Oh God,” I mewed. My back arched under the intensity. “Yes. It was like this. Just like this.”
“Fuck, Vanessa.” I felt Dylan’s breath along the inside of my thigh. “You’re so damn so sweet. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“I didn’t know I did.” I writhed between them.
I heard Isaac loosen his belt. I watched in awe as he shrugged the jeans from his powerful legs. There was a solid bulge straining against his boxer briefs.
He repositioned himself so he straddled my breasts. I looked into his eyes as he lowered himself toward me, thrusting his cock from his boxers.
I licked my lips.
Just as I prepared for him, I bucked when I felt Dylan slide his fingers against my slit.
“So wet,” he growled. “I need some of your honey, darlin’. Open your legs,” he commanded.
My eyes
flashed.
“Do it,” Isaac echoed. “Open your legs and your mouth, baby.”
I didn’t know who I was anymore. My lips parted as Isaac pressed the tip of his cock to my mouth, nudging it against my tongue. I groaned, sucking eagerly. Just as I began to fall into a rhythm, I felt Dylan’s tongue push inside me.
I couldn’t speak. Isaac’s cock was buried in my mouth. He pinned my wrists together as he began to rock his hips into me.
“Oh yeah. Oh fuck, baby.” He turned to look over his shoulder. “Do you see this, brother?” I watched his eyes. He froze. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes moved back to mine. “Watching him go down on you like that … fuck, baby. You’re a goddess. Taking my dick. Taking him.” He pumped harder. I felt the juices flow faster between my legs. I was going to come. I couldn’t hold it off the way they were taking me.
“That’s it,” Dylan coaxed. “So tight. So sweet.” His tongue lashed over my clit and I lost it.
There was nowhere to go but to feel it. To revel in the pulses beating through me. To let me body bask in the waves of pleasure.
Dylan rose, triumphantly, kissing the inside of my thigh. Isaac pulled his cock from my mouth, it was harder than ever.
I looked between them.
“Do you feel good?” Dylan asked.
I nodded.
“Good. We’re getting ready to make you feel incredible.”
“That wasn’t it?” I pushed up from the bed onto my elbows. I was still heated from the orgasm. The tingle lingered in my thighs. That had been the single most erotic experience of my life and there was going to be more?
“Are we going to flip a coin?” Isaac asked.
“A coin? For what?” My eyes darted between them.
Dylan grinned. “There are two of us. One of you.”