What?
They took several steps toward me, and the scent of their colognes reached my nostrils. My insides stirred. They both smelled good. Like something spicy mixed with touches of masculinity.
“Patrick is right. No need for you to apologize,” Travis added, taking another step closer to me.
“But... But why? I shouldn’t have…it was terrible.”
They stopped in front of me, and my body grew unusually hot.
“We aren’t mad,” Patrick explained.
“You’re not?” I looked from one to the other.
Travis shook his head. “No Cassie. We aren’t mad. We are sexually frustrated.”
My heartbeat suddenly skyrocketed. I licked my lips involuntarily.
“We want you too, Cassie. Both of us want you badly,” Patrick growled as Travis slipped his fingers through my hair.
I gasped, clenching my thighs together to lessen the throbbing of my pussy. Was this for real? Was it possible that they wanted me too? Shit. Shit. Shit.
It was one thing to have a crush. Another to have a dream. But this was reality. They were telling the truth. These men wanted me. My eyes involuntarily slid down to their crotches, and I noticed the bulge between their legs. Holy shit, they were already hard. I sighed lightly.
Travis’s hand moved from my hair to my cheek, and my lips parted. As if it was an invitation, he grazed my lower lip with his thumb, and I shuddered in pleasure.
“We know this is unconventional,” Patrick continued, “But we can’t help but want you. You’re so beautiful, baby. From the first moment we saw you we couldn’t take our eyes off you.”
“Both of us were attracted to you, but we didn’t plan on hitting on you,” Travis explained further. “Since we’re your bosses and the relationship is out of question.”
“But when we heard about your dream,” Patrick groaned.
I couldn’t help but look at his full cock again. It was huge and thick, and I imagined having his whole size deep inside of me. My panties were getting wetter by the second. I shifted on my feet.
Travis pushed his thumb in my mouth and started sucking. I couldn’t stop how badly I wanted it.
“Fuck. You’re a good girl.” He watched me with pleasure.
My eyes lifted to his.
“We need you and we can’t resist it. Not anymore. We want to make you feel good.”
I looked at each of them, feeling like I’d just hit the jackpot. They were sexy and gorgeous, and they wanted me. Even though I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, I couldn’t fight my desire. It was stronger than anything I’d ever felt.
“We want you to be our naughty girl,” Travis murmured as he put his hand on my neck and moved it lower, reaching my breasts.
Oh, yes. I definitely wanted that. He squeezed my boob, and I couldn’t help but moan, revealing just how excited I actually was.
“We want to fuck you long and hard,” Patrick said huskily. “What do you think, baby?”
For a moment I couldn’t even form a word, because Travis’s hand slid down my stomach and stopped right against my hot pussy. The thin m
aterial of my skirt did nothing to lessen the intensity of his touch, and another moan escaped my mouth. I was afraid I would come undone without a single skin to skin touch.
I was wound too tightly. The fantasies were too intense. How could I handle this in real life?
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“What was that?” Patrick taunted. “I didn’t hear you say what you wanted.”