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My nipples feel hard and painful, my breasts heavy, and the space between my thighs aches as I stare at both of them. I try to find the words to say that I could have more, that I want them too, but all I manage to is glance back at Braxton, who shrugs and smiles.
“It was just a shame we couldn’t fit more,” I say.
“That’s the trouble with these roadside motels,” says Braxton, his voice low.
“I’m not sure she was talking about the shower,” Max says, his hungry gaze running over me.
The energy in the room shifts. It’s like both the men and their wolves are on high alert. Only a few weeks ago, I would have never felt confident to make a move now, but that was before.
I open my towel and drop it, presenting my nude form to the men. If I thought they were alert before, that’s nothing compared to the way they are now. Orson might have an excuse, being a man fresh out of prison, but both men are staring at me like they’ve never seen a woman before.
A little nervousness uncurls with me, but I ignore the feeling and sit between them on the bed, laying a hand on each of their crotches. Both men grow stiff beneath the restrictive fabric of their pants, and the knowledge that just seeing me naked can turn them on like this is overwhelming. I stroke once, and they jump a little.
“It’s much more comfortable being naked,” I tell them, then glance at Braxton. “Don’t you agree?”
He strips away his towel and sprawls across the second bed. “You’re not wrong.”
In seconds, I have Max and Orson down to their birthday suits. I don’t let them sit again. I get down on my knees and begin to alternate, sucking on Max first while I work Orson with my hand, and then switching to the other. It’s hot. There’s no way around it. Watching two sexy men, naked, arching toward me, while I devour their long, thick cocks.
If I thought I was hot before, I’m dripping wet now. I’m ready to do more than just taste them.
It’s Max who acts first. The man is an alpha through and through. He catches me around the throat, gently, but enough to get me to stop sucking his tip playfully. “Ass or pussy?”
I shudder.
“Ass or pussy?” he repeats.
“Ass,” I whisper.
He slides around me, getting me on all fours, and Orson is instantly in front of me, hard cock in hand. At my side, I see Braxton, stroking himself slowly as he watches, and I feel Max as he grasps my hips and begins to slide his cock in my wet folds.
It’s hard to catch my breath, but the second I go to pull in a deep breath, Orson’s cock pushes in. I don’t want him to be gentle, and he isn’t. He tangles his hand in my wet hair and jerks me close, forcing me to take him so deeply that I choke. I look up at him, and he watches me, searching my face to make sure I’m enjoying this.
And I am. He doesn’t need to worry.
Max shifts from my pussy to my ass and parts me. His whispered words, “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” come before his tip presses into me and he begins to push deep into my tight channel.
I wiggle against him, eager for more, but he moves slowly, no doubt to be sure he won’t hurt me. When he's in deep, filling me, a little gasp slips from my mouth, strangled by the cock I’m sucking. Braxton is kneeling on the floor, one hand wrapped around his dick, the other stroking my clit.
It’s overwhelming, Braxton stroking me, Orson fucking my mouth, and Max fucking my ass, but it’s also so damn good. It’ so good that it feels like nobody should ever be capable of experiencing this kind of pleasure. But I let them use me. I let them bring me pleasure as I’m trapped between them, nearly every hole in my body filled by them.
Their groans of desire fill the room. The sounds of me eagerly choking around the cock in my mouth and the slap of Max working my ass grow louder. Soon, I’m making sounds I never thought I was capable of as they all head toward the finish line.
I fly over the edge first, my orgasm so powerful that I’d have crumpled if they weren’t holding me up. Orson explodes in my mouth, crying my name, as I ride the waves of my desire. It’s only a few seconds later that Braxton groans, his fingers rubbing me harder as he comes. I feel like I’m losing my mind, being dragged along with an orgasm that seems to have no end. Max’s breathing hard as he slows his pumps, and my orgasm finally calms enough for me to relax between them.
Orson pulls out of my mouth, but Max lifts me so that I’m lying over the edge of the bed. Without a word, he starts up again, and a string of curses slips past my lips as my pleasure borders on pain. It’s that moment where your nerves are so alive that all you want to do is lie for a second and just be, but the man is dragging you back toward an orgasm.
To my surprise, Orson lays down on the bed, cock in my face, and says, “Just clean me off.”
Why the fuck is that so hot? I do as he says, licking his dick, his balls, licking him clean while Max brings a hand around to vibrate my pussy with the fast rhythm of his fingers. I orgasm yet again, and the bastard's deep thrusts end with a guttural sound, his seed filling my ass.
“Fuck you, Max,” I mutter.
"I believe you just did," he says, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. He slaps my ass. “You know you like it.”
And I do. I really do.
When we’ve exhausted ourselves, Max and Orson lay me between them, forming a cocoon around me, while Braxton lays spread out on the other bed, his golden retriever, Trouble, sleeping near his feet. Feeling happy and safe, I drift off to sleep, thoughts of tomorrow occupying my mind until they bound out of reach.
