14
Mel
They want me.
The real me. Not the mysterious stranger who dressed in red and wore a mask. They want the real Amelia Ortega.
They want to date me. Both of them. They think we can make it work.
Somebody pinch me; I think I’m dreaming.
The three of us tumble into bed. I can’t stop smiling. I’m sandwiched between my two bosses, and all three of us are naked. West presses against my back with his arm draped over my waist. I’m facing Rob, my face buried in his neck.
We’re so connected that it's hard to differentiate where my body ends and theirs begin.
It should feel at least a little weird, but it doesn’t. Everything feels wonderfully comfortable. And right.
My fingers gently trace the contours of Rob’s muscled chest, and then I move my hand lower and grip his penis.
It grows harder in response.
West’s cock is stiffening against my butt. It’s impossible not to be flattered by their reaction. “Already?” I grin widely, shaking my head in admiration. “That’s impressive.”
“Have I mentioned I’ve wanted you for over a year?” West quips.
I grind my ass against West’s hardening cock; my fingers circle Rob’s shaft. West cups my breast and nuzzles his face into my hair. I kiss Rob’s neck. This is naughty and wicked and so hot. “I want both of you,” I breathe.
Rob kisses me, sucking my bottom lip gently between his teeth. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, my lips parting, my tongue sliding into his mouth.
West rolls my nipples between his fingers. “That’s going to involve anal sex,” he warns. “Any thoughts?”
“Are you looking for a five-hundred-word essay?”
He pinches my nipple, and a current of electricity surges through my body. “So much sass,” he says. “Is that a yes?”
“With lube, right?”
“Of course.” He sounds offended. “I don’t get off on hurting you.”
Rob pulls free and rolls to his feet. His cock juts out, thick and erect, a drop of precum glistening on the tip. “Condom,” he says tersely. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”
Rob retrieves condoms and lube from the magic wardrobe. He rolls one over his erect cock and tosses the other to West. He moves up the bed beside me, fisting himself and giving me a lazy smile. I watch him stroke himself, transfixed.
“Fuck him,” West orders.
Obeying this order won’t be a problem. I straddle Rob, and my pussy slides onto his cock. With each rocking motion, my clit grazes his erection.
“I don’t think so,” Rob grits out. His fingers grip my hips, and he surges up. I grind down, sinking onto his hard cock.
Oh fuck.
His full length is inside me. It fills me, sending shivers of pleasure through me. Rob sighs, his eyes clenched shut and arousal written all over his face. “Fuck, yes,” he groans.
West shifts closer. I lean forward and kiss him, his tongue sliding into my mouth and his hand gripping my hair.
One man is fucking me; the other is kissing me.
And they’re not strangers. They’re my bosses.