Their smiles are everything I need right now.
I never thought it’d get to this, you know? Nothing happened the way it was supposed to, and I ended up falling not for one, but for two men. The two most handsome and charming men I’ve ever met. And you know what? I couldn’t be any happier that things happened exactly the way they did.
I’m not a big believer in fate or destiny, but I can’t help but think that this was meant to be. I was meant to love them both, and I was meant to be shared by them.
Yes, this is my destiny.
“I love you,” I tell them, the words feeling like honey over my tongue.
“I love you too,” they say in one voice; exchanging a quick glance, they smile at each other and then close the distance between them and me. I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest as they press their bodies against mine, and I almost pass out from the anticipation that’s building up inside me right now. You know when people say they have butterflies in their stomachs? Right now I feel like I have a swarm of wasps inside of me, stinging my flesh and making me burn from the inside out.
“I want it to happen… And I want it to happen with the two of you,” I continue, looking from one to the other, my heart drumming at a rhythm of happiness and certainty. This is it, the moment of truth.
“Are you sure?” Tristan asks me, caressing my face with the back of his hand and tucking a lock of hair over my ear. I just smile at him and, without saying a word, I just nod.
“You said you wanted it to be perfect,” I find myself saying, remembering what he told me the last time we were together. “This is perfection, being here with the two of you.”
His smile widens as he hears me say it, and I realize that I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
“Then this is it,” Madden whispers, the most delicious smile on his face. Without wasting a second more he places one hand on my waist and Tristan does the same. I throw my arms around their necks, running my tongue between my lips as I try to decide who I should
kiss first.
Stealing the decision from me, Madden just leans in and crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me like a man possessed. I close my eyes by instinct and, just a fraction of a second later, I feel Tristan’s lips on my neck. He nibbles at my skin, softly at first, but then he starts pulling on it with his teeth, a sudden stab of pain travelling from the place where’s biting me straight down to my loins.
“I want you,” I breathe out as I pull back from Madden. “I want your cocks,” I add, taking my hands to their crotches and flattening the palm of my hands against the bulging shapes hiding under their pants. I curl my fingers around them, perhaps more harshly than I should, and give them a hard tug.
“You’ll have us,” Madden replies, grinning so wickedly that I feel my insides burning even more fiercely.
“You’ll have us, alright. You’ll have us until you can’t stand on your legs,” Tristan whispers, his mouth still against my neck. He brushes his lips up my skin and then nibbles at my earlobe, a sigh leaving my lips as he does it. I tighten up my grip around their shafts and, unable to control myself, I start moving my hand up and down, stroking them over the fabric of their pants.
“You’re pretty eager, aren’t you?” Madden chuckles, his hands moving around my waist and then over the curve of my ass. He squeezes it harshly, pulling me against him, and I gasp as I feel his hard cock pressed against my inner thigh.
“More than eager,” I reply with a sigh, my mind working so fast that I’m actually surprised I’m still able of building a coherent sentence.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” Tristan jumps in, finally pulling back from me and looking me straight in the eyes. Mimicking Madden, he takes his hand around my waist and cups my ass, pulling me toward him and stealing me from Madden’s embrace.
With my body pressed tight against Tristan’s now, I part my lips and reach for him, locking my mouth on his and allowing his manly scent to climb up my nostrils and blend with Madden’s. I keep on stroking both of them, doing it as hard as I can, and I feel my legs growing weak with each passing second. We still haven’t fucked and, just like they promised would happen, I can barely stand on my legs.
I’m almost ready to go down on my knees and continue from there when Tristan pulls back from me and, bending over, places his arm behind my knees and picks me up from the floor. Carrying me in his arms, he takes me toward the wooden table on the center of the garden and sits me on its edge.
Madden follows after us and, wasting no time, the two men take their hands to my knees and force me to spread my legs wide. They squeeze themselves in the empty space between my legs, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, and then offer me a grin that I can only translate as a sign that things are about to get serious now.
Moving as if they were one, they take their hands to my shoulders and, grabbing at the straps of my dress, they push them down. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, showing a glimpse of my bra, and that sends them into a frenzy. Moving fast, they yank my dress down my waist, and then attack my breasts almost too viciously.
Madden grabs my right breast, squeezing it tightly, and Tristan hooks his fingers on the left cup of my bra. He pulls it down to reveal my nipple, his knuckles brushing against it, and I just grab his wrist and force him to flatten the palm of his hand against my breast.
Obliging, he does the same as Madden and squeezes my breast; easing up the pressure, he pinches my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger until I feel that sweet stab of pain making its way down my spine and making my pussy grow wet. God, I can already feel the fabric of my thong becoming so drenched that it’s almost uncomfortable to have it on me.
Lucky for me, it seems that they can read my mind. Moving in tandem, they let go of my breasts and, resting their hands on my knees, they slide their fingers under the hemline of my dress and bring them up to my inner thighs. Teasing me, they brush their fingertips around the contour of my thong and then grab at the fabric; pushing with my hands against the wooden surface of the table, I lift my ass up a few inches and allow them to pull my thong down my legs. The wet fabric slides down awkwardly, sticking to my skin as it goes, but they finally manage to take it off me.
“Someone’s pretty horny,” Madden laughs, holding my drenched thong in his hand. Bringing it up to his face, he presses it against his mouth and inhales, closing his eyes and taking in my scent. Then, locking his eyes on mine, he reaches for me with his hand and brushes the wet fabric of my underwear over my lips, the flavor of my juices hitting me like a bullet.
While I relish the flavor of my own pussy, Tristan pushes my dress up to my waist and then, wasting no time, he moves his hands up the side of my body. Taking them to my shoulder blades, he looks for the clasp of my bra and frees it the moment he finds it. I find the pressure of the cups on my breasts easing up, and then they’re gone - Tristan just yanks the bra off me with one sudden movement, my nipples becoming even harder as the gentle breeze in the garden laps at them.
“Did I tell you how much I hate your clothes?” Madden asks me, repeating his words from the last we were together.
“You did,” I sigh, and then he just grins and hooks his fingers around the fabric of my dress, his hands hands on my waist. He yanks on it, pushing it down my legs, and then takes a step back to take in the sight of my naked body.