I’m living the life.
Money in my bank account, the house of my dreams and, most important of all, two handsome men that love me to death. Yeah, you can be a bit jealous, I understand.
Smiling at them, I just wait as Madden closes the distance between me and him and pins me against the fridge, the cold surface against my back making my skin prickle. He runs his hands down to my waist, his fingers exploring every curve of my body, and then he leans in and brings his lips to mine.
Opening my mouth, I surrender to his tender kiss, pushing my tongue past his lips. At the same time, Tristan comes up to me and, leaning against the fridge, he brings his mouth down to my neck and kisses my skin softly.
I bring my hands up and tangle them on their hair, disheveling it as I feel desire welling up inside of me, my pussy growing wet with each passing second. Really, it’s all it takes - one kiss and I’m ready to go. Ever since I’ve fallen into their spell that it’s been like this; in fact, forget about kisses and seduction - all it takes is being close to them for my pussy to be ready to go.
Yanking on Madden’s hair, I start kissing him with renewed intensity, my tongue wrestling against his as I hold his head in place. With my heart thumping like a war drum, I then let go of his hair and run my hand down his body, taking it straight to his crotch. Curling my fingers around the thick shape tenting his pants, I give it one hard squeeze and then pull back from his kiss.
“Let’s get this party started, shall we?” I purr, looking from Madden to Tristan as a wicked grin takes over my lips. Taking both my hands to Madden’s chest, I push him back and then walk past them, walking toward the granite countertop. Turning around so that I’m facing them, I jump and sit up on the counter, and then I raise my hand and make a ‘come and get me’ motion with my index finger. As if they’re hypnotized, they walk after me and lean against the counter, Tristan on my left side and Madden on the right.
I throw my head back, smiling, and they bring their mouths to my neck, gently kissing it as their fingers move up my arms. Grabbing at the straps of my dres
s, they push it down my arms, and I feel the fabric drooping over my chest to reveal a glimpse of my lace bra.
They keep on pushing at the dress, bringing it down to my waist, and then I lift my ass from the counter so that they can bring it all the way down my legs. When I sit back down on the counter, I’m only wearing my La Pearla lingerie and high heels, my thong so drenched that it’s already sticking to my skin.
“Could you be any more fucking beautiful?” Madden asks me, that delicious grin lighting up his face. He tucks one lock of hair over my ear, and then rests his index finger on my belly, slowly sliding it up to my cleavage. There, he traces the contour of my bra with his fingertip, taking it all the way around my body and only stopping when he finds the clasp between my shoulder blades. With a flick of his fingers, he unclasps my bra and I feel the cups drooping over my breasts.
“Nah, she’s already perfect,” Tristan replies to Madden, his fingers tracing the contour of the cups covering my breasts. As he does it, the cups droop even more and my left nipple pops out; mimicking Tristan, Madden does the same on my right breast and frees my nipple.
“You keep saying things like that, I might have to reward you,” I laugh, my heart tightening up as they brush their fingertips over my hard nipples. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel their touch on my rosy tips, and my mouth dries up with anticipation.
“Being here with you is the only reward we want,” Tristan whispers and then, softly digging his fingers into my breast and squeezing it, he parts his lips and takes them to my nipple. I bite down on my lower lip as I watch him close the distance between his mouth and my breast, and I close my eyes right before he makes contact.
Wrapping his lips around my left nipple, he takes into his mouth and runs his tongue around it, his movements slow but precise. “Oh, God,” I moan as I feel Madden’s lips around my right nipple, both men licking and sucking at my sensitive tips.
As they do it, Madden places one hand on my knee and brings it up my leg a few inches. He holds it there for a few seconds and then, sliding his hand fast, he brings his fingers all the way up to my inner thigh. He doesn’t go for my pussy right away - instead, he strokes the tender skin on my inner thighs with his fingertips, teasing me and making me even more wet.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” Tristan whispers as he pulls back from my nipple; hooking his fingers on the left cup of my bra, he yanks it off me and then lets it fall to the floor at his feet. Looking at me as if I were the last woman on Earth, he caresses my breast softly, and I can’t help but notice his cock becoming even harder as he plays with my nipple.
And you know I can’t resist a cock as hard as his.
My hand darts to his crotch and I flatten it against his bulging shape, rubbing it over the tented up fabric of his pants. I do the same with Madden, taking both their cocks in my hand, and I hold my breath as Madden finally starts brushing his fingers against my groin, tracing the contour of my thong.
“Oh, come on, don’t torture me,” I protest against his teasing and, before I can restrain myself, I let go of his cock and curl my fingers around his wrist. Pulling his hand against me, I force him to cup my pussy and only then do I peel my fingers off his wrist. Throwing my head back, I let a heavy sigh roll out from between my lips and I can’t help but sway my hips, rocking my pussy against the palm of his hand.
“You’re in a hurry, aren’t you?” Tristan laughs but, at the same time, he allows his hand to slide down from my breast. He takes it to my outer thigh and, hooking his thumb on the string of fabric that laces my waist, he pulls on it so hard that he rips my thong apart. Yanking on my torn underwear, he pulls it off my body and I moan as I feel the fabric sliding over my skin.
Now completely naked, I can’t help but surrender to the base instinct commanding my brain right now. Curling my fingers around Tristan’s wrist again, I force him press his hand harder against my pussy; taking the hint, he rests his thumb over my clit while, at the same time, he slowly slides his index finger inside my pussy. He curls it upward, bringing it straight up to my G-spot, and holds it there. Pressing hard against that sensitive pleasure center, he then slides one more finger inside me and my insides feel as if they’re on fire.
“That’s… so… fucking… good…” I manage to say between breaths, my mind slowly spinning out of control. Taking one hand to Tristan’s chest, I grab the collar of his shirt and pull on it as hard as I can, a desperate urge to see his naked chest taking over me. I hear the sound of ripping fabric and the buttons pop out one after the other in fast sequence, jumping down to the tiled floor of our kitchen. Running my fingers over the grooves between his abs, I grit my teeth as Madden starts flicking his wrist, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy with the steady perfection of a well-oiled piston.
“I know it’s good,” Madden whispers into my ear, his words loaded with seductive lust, “and it’s about to get better.” With that, he starts rubbing his thumb against my clit, stroking at a matching rhythm to the fingers he has sliding in and out of me.
“Oh, God,” I moan through my gritted teeth, the hand I had over Tristan’s abs now going down to meet his belt. Using my trembling fingers, I somehow manage to unbuckle it and then start tugging at the belt, pulling it out from its loop with erratic movements. The moment I pull the belt off, I throw it to the floor and then unbutton his pants, pushing his zipper down with a kind of desperate hurry.
“I’m not going anywhere, you know?” Tristan laughs, allowing his pants to fall down to his knees, his cock throbbing against my fingers as I curl them around his shaft over his boxers.
“I know… But I want your cocks right now,” I say, the tone of my voice making my words sound more like a growl than anything else. Jesus, I never thought that christening a kitchen could be this fun.
“Right now?” Madden teases me, pressing so hard against my G-spot that I see all black for a few seconds. Oh, he really knows how to handle me.
“Well, I can wait a bit,” I say, feeling out of breath as he resumes his fingering, doing it so fast and viciously that it feels like blue hot flames are spreading from my pussy and engulfing my whole body.
I don’t know how I do it, but somehow I manage to put my hand to work and, as Madden fingers me, I stroke Tristan over his boxer briefs with erratic movements. It doesn’t take long for that familiar pressure to start building up inside me, and my movements become more erratic than ever. Finally, no longer able to coordinate my body, I just let go of him and throw myself back over the counter, remaining propped up on my elbows.