“I think there has been enough conversation for one night, wouldn’t you say?” I ask them, running my tongue between my lips. I place one hand on Drake’s chest, and the other on Sloane’s; my fingers trail down their button-up shirts, and they only stop when they find their belts.
Turning my wrist around, I flatten the palm of both hands against their crotches and grin. They’re already hard, their thick shafts pulsing against my fingers.
“You agree with me then,” I continue to say, softly squeezing both their cocks. I was already wet when I got up from the table,
but now it seems like a dam has burst between my thighs. My thong is completely drenched now, and it’s sticking to my skin in such a way that I have to stop myself from sliding it down my legs.
“This is fucking insane,” Sloane says, but his voice is charged with an almost electric tension, each of his words making his cock harden even more.
“It is… And that’s why I want to do it,” I tell him, looking from him to Drake. Letting go of their cocks, I take my hands back to their chests and smile, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I wait for a second—a second that seems to stretch into eternity—but then I feel a set of lips brushing against my neck. And then another.
“See, it’s easy,” I whisper, opening up my eyes to see both men leaning into me, kissing the smooth skin of my neck. Drake is the first to come even closer, placing one hand on my waist, but Sloane follows him shortly after.
Moving in unison, they take their hands to my shoulder and push the straps of my dress down my arms. I sigh heavily as I feel the fabric sliding down my skin, and they keep on pulling until the dress is all bunched up around my waist.
Grinning, I tangle my fingers in Drake’s hair and then move fast, crushing my mouth against his. My lips linger on his for a couple of seconds, but then I pull back and do the same with Sloane, our tongues dancing around one another.
With both their flavors lingering in my mouth, I take one step back and look at them, my heart kicking and pushing against my chest. My God, I’m so horny right now. My eyes wander to their strong frame and, for a moment, I don’t know who I want the most. But that’s just me being silly; I brought them both here precisely because I can’t choose between them.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper, taking my hands behind my back and unhooking my bra. I push the straps down, biting on my lower lip as I feel the cups dropping over my tits. My skin prickles as my nipples finally break free from their cage, and I let the bra slip off my fingers and fall onto the floor.
“You’re mine,” Drake says in a low tone, taking one step toward me.
“Mine,” Sloane repeats, once against standing shoulder to shoulder with our stepdad.
“Be nice and share, boys,” I purr, reaching for Drake and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. I then turn to Drake and do the same with his shirt, un-tucking it from his pants with a harsh tug. “There’s no other option,” I add, grabbing at their shirts and pulling suddenly, all the buttons popping out and scattering around the floor like fleeing mice.
Sighing heavily, I press my hands on their stomachs, feeling the grooves and hard lines of their glorious abs. My insides clench as I feel the warmness of their skin, my pussy so wet that my fluids have already fled past my thong and are now dripping down my legs.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Sloane says all of a sudden, tangling his fingers on my hair and then kissing me. Drake says nothing, but he reaches for my dress and pushes it down my legs, leaving me only in my wet lace thong.
“And so am I,” Drake finally says, his eyes burning into mine with unbridled fury.
“I’m right here,” I whisper at them, and they grab me by the waist and push on my body until the backs of my knees are against the edge of the bed. I let them push me down onto the bed, and I lay on top of the mattress, looking up at them as anxiety washes over me—the sweet kind of anxiety, mind you.
They climb on top of the bed like hungry lions, tall flames of lust dancing in their eyes. They lay down by my side, each one of them cupping one breast, and I arch my back and let out one loud moan, the sound of it caressing my throat and exploding into the air.
Sloane takes his mouth into mine, kissing me and pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. At the same time, Drake starts kissing me up my stomach, his mouth patiently making the hike up the curve of my left breast before he finally wraps his lips around my hard nipple.
“Ahh,” I breathe out, closing my eyes and drowning into an ocean of pleasure and anticipation. I can’t believe that this is actually happening. When I dared them to come after me, I felt like I was in a dream, watching everything unfold as if I were a mere spectator. But now, laying on this bed with them by my side… It feels real, very real. And it couldn’t be any more perfect.
Nibbling at my nipple, Drake takes his hand to my right breast and squeezes it harshly, my flesh molding to his fingers. Grabbing Sloane by the hair, I push him down until he’s level with my breasts, and then I pull him into me. His mouth goes straight for my right breast, and I moan hard as both men suck and lick my nipples, their tongues working me furiously.
I feel one hand—I don’t know whose—sliding down my stomach, fingertips brushing over my naked skin, and then that hand presses down on the wetness between my thighs. I gasp as two fingers press on my pussy, my insides burning up.
“Oh God,” I moan again, arching my back as desire takes over me. Drake takes his mouth out from my breast and looks into my eyes, lust flickering there, and I realize that it’s his hand on my pussy. “Your mouth… I want it on me,” I whisper, and his only response is a wide grin.
He starts kissing my body in a downward line, his lips sliding down to my stomach and only stopping when they meet my thong. Moving seductively, he bites on the fabric and pulls on it, taking it off me with his teeth. I exhale sharply as I feel the cool air of the room lapping at my now naked pussy, and Drake throws my thong to the side, his eyes focused on my wetness.
“I want it,” I repeat with a whisper, and Drake lays his lips above my left knee. He lays gentle kisses on my leg, each one of them closing in on my inner thigh. I spread my legs by instinct and he positions himself right between them, his tongue now caressing my groin.
Sloane keeps on sucking and licking my breasts, his hunger an untamable one. But I want to direct that hunger somewhere else; I reach for him with one hand, flattening it against his crotch, and squeeze his hard cock.
“From you… I want this,” I tell him, looking into his eyes as I give him one hard squeeze. I go for him with both my hands, unbuckling his belt in a hurry, and then I pull his zipper down with a frantic movement. His cock pushes against his boxer briefs, and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel it touching my knuckles.
“It wants you too,” Sloane whispers with a grin, letting go of my breasts and pushing his pants down his legs. He takes them off and then kneels by my side, now wearing only his tight boxer briefs.
I raise my hips from the mattress, trying to force Drake to place his mouth on my pussy, but he just lays one forearm across my waist and pins me down. He keeps on using his tongue to torture me, licking the sensitive skin around my pussy but never actually going for it.