“Can what?” Suddenly my pulse is kicking into overdrive, my blood rushing through my body and settling in all the most delicious places as I become aware of where this is going.
Madden is next to me know too, his gaze just as hot and needy. “Share you.”
They can’t mean what I think they do. Can they?
And if they do, what does that mean? Do I want them to?
I swallow hard, my pussy suddenly throbbing and aching, my nipples tingling. And I know the answer.
Yes. I do.
I want Tristan and Madden to share me.
Megan
Let’s just stop for a moment, okay?
I need to take a breather. I mean, is this really happening? Maybe I’m dreaming. I almost pinch the skin on my arm to wake myself up, but then I realize one very important thing: if this is a dream, I don’t want to be woken up. Oh, no, I want to enjoy the whole ride.
They close in on me, their eyes flaming with desire, and rest their hands on my hips. I don’t even know what to do right now - this is just beyond everything I have ever experienced.
If I ever win the lottery, I bet I’ll feel just like I’m how feeling right now.
They push me against the counter, their hands roaming all over my body, and I feel myself growing wetter with each passing second. I knew they both wanted me, but to know that they’re putting aside their differences so that they can have me… There’s no better aphrodisiac than that.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, not even knowing to which one of them I’m saying that. It doesn’t even matter, does it? Because they’re sharing me, and I want to be shared - which means I’m talking to both of them.
Tristan is the first one to obey, leaning in and pressing his mouth against mine, parting my lips with the tip of his tongue. I kiss him back as I feel Madden’s mouth on my neck, his teeth gently nibbling at my skin. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I just open my arms wide and pull both men into a tight embrace. They come willingly, pressing their bodies against mine, and then I feel their hands on my legs, just below my ass cheeks; they pull me up and I break my kiss with Tristan, allowing them to sit me up on the kitchen counter.
“You wanted us to share… And that’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Madden says, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. Placing his hand on the nape of my neck, he grabs me by the hair and forces me to throw my head back. I keep my eyes on his all the same, grinning wildly like a little girl on Christmas’ morning. And, really, this feels a lot like Christmas - except I’m not a little girl anymore and, instead of getting socks from relatives, I get two handsome men. Ah, screw it, this is way better than Christmas.
This time, I’m the one taking the initiative - I place both my hands on Madden’s face and pull him toward me, crushing my mouth against his. Opening my mouth, I allow my tongue to wrestle against his, spreading my legs wide so that he can stand between them.
Tristan remains by my side, and I feel one of his hands wandering up my back; there, he grabs the zipper of my dress and starts pulling it down, the fabric parting to reveal my naked skin.
“You’re so fucking hard to resist, Megan,” Madden says as he pulls back from me, coming up for air. “I want you so fucking much,” he continues, the flames in his eyes growing.
“That makes two of us,” Tristan adds, grabbing the fabric of my dress and pulling on it. I let out a subtle moan as he bunches up the dress around my waist, my La Pearl lace bra coming into sight. Their eyes go straight for my breasts, and they reach for them at the same time - Tristan goes for the right one, and Madden for the left. They squeeze them eagerly, their fingers grasping at the edge of the cups, and they pull them down at the same time. My nipples harden up as the air in the room caresses them, and I just can’t help but take both hands behind my back to unclasp my bra; they do the rest, yanking the whole thing off me with one sudden movement.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Madden says the moment his eyes fall upon my naked breasts and, giving me no time for a reply, he squeezes my left breast and dives into it with his open mouth. He wraps his lips around my rosy tip, sucking it into his mouth while he traces long, wide circles around it with his tongue.
“I usually don’t agree with him,” Tristan whispers, smiling softly, “but he’s right. You’re beautiful, Megan. More than beautiful, you’re perfect.”
“Just kiss me already,” I tell him with my hoarse voice, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I throw my arm around his neck and pull him into me, my eyelids drooping as our mouths enter a collision course. The moment our lips touch, Madden replaces his lips with his teeth and starts nibbling at my nipple, doing it softly enough not to hurt… but hard enough to allow a burning sensation to climb from my breasts all the way to my brain.
With his free hand, he squeezes my other breast while he keeps the pressure on my nipple, nibbling and sucking at it eagerly. And the harder he does it, the crazier my kiss with Tristan becomes. Our tongues dance and wrestle, our lips smacking together over and over again.
“Oh,” I cry out all of a sudden, ending my kiss with Tristan as Madden moves fast, letting go of my breast and taking his hand between my thighs. He doesn’t build-up to it - he just slides his hand under my dress and flattens it against my wet thong, pressing so hard that I see bright lights behind my eyes.
He starts rubbing my pussy, moving his hand up and down, and I purse my lips as I feel sweet pleasure coursing through my veins.
Surprising me, Tristan places his hand on my knee and slides it up to my inner thigh, pressing against my pussy over Madden’s hand. Now, with both men teasing my pussy, I truly don’t know what to think or do. This is just beyond the realm of… well, everything. I mean, I dreamed of something like this, but I never thought it could actually happen.
But, in a way, it makes sense.
You see, even though Tristan and Madden seem to be so different, they’re actually more similar to one another than they’d admit. How do I know it? Well, I’ve shared an intimate moment (you know what I’m talking about, so let’s just skip the details) with each one of them, and I saw their true selves when it happened… I’ve peered into their souls, and what I saw there made me happy.
More than getting hard because of the way I look, the two of them seem to actually care for me. Maybe they’re just playing the game, that’s always a possibility, but deep down I know it’s gotta be more than that.