“We want you,” Eli added, kissing my neck and making me moan into Travis’s mouth. “Both of us.”
“I don’t think I can do that,” I whispered.
“Don’t think then,” Travis said, “Just try for now.”
My heart thundered. My thighs clenched and my entire body screamed yes in a way that left me positive it’d shrivel up and die for good if I denied it what they were offering.
“Okay,” I breathed. “Trial run. No thinking. Just—see where this takes us.”
Eli grinned, “That’s all we’re asking of you.”
And then they gave me a taste.
I moaned into Eli’s mouth as Travis’s fingers slid beneath the band of my panties, slowly, as if to give me time to tell him no. But fuck it. I wasn’t stopping.
I spread my thighs around his massive tree trunk leg, granting him access, and his fingers found my clit in no time.
“Mmh, baby.” Travis groaned, burying his face in my neck as Eli sucked on my tongue. “You’re soaked for us.”
“Fuck.” I whimpered, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I rode his hand shamelessly as Eli bit my earlobe, whispering filthy things to me, and within seconds I was biting the back of my hand to stifle my screams as I came on Travis’s fingertips.
I gasped, drawing ragged breaths into my lungs as if it was the first time all day long while Travis looked at his friend.
“Feel how wet she is for us.”
Eli didn’t hesitate, but when Travis didn’t move his hand from my pants, Eli pushed my jeans and panties down to the top of my thighs, making enough room, and then I moaned in absolute shock as Travis used two fingers to spread me open sohis best friend could run his fingers through the wetness of my orgasm.
“Oh God,” I moaned when Eli pushed his finger into me. Not once had Travis penetrated me that whole time, using just my clit to get me off, and now as Eli started stroking one long finger in and out of me, Trav went back to circling my clit again. “Please.”
Eli chuckled, and Travis stared deep into my eyes as I clawed at his chest, rocking against their hands. “You want more, Shade?” I nodded, biting my lip as Eli sucked on my earlobe again. “Then use your words to beg us.”
“God,” I gasped, trying to get my brain to work to form coherent words. “I want to come again.” Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and focused harder. “No, I need to come again. Just like this. From both of you.”
“Good girl.” Eli growled, biting my neck and fingering me deeper. “That was so fucking sexy to hear.”
Travis pinched my clit between his two fingers and stared into my eyes the whole time he played with me. The quiet man loved his eye contact, apparently, so I gave in to it and held his gaze as they both played me in perfect harmony until I was crashing over the edge of my second orgasm again. This time Travis used his lips to silence my screams, and I clung to him as I came again.
When my world stopped spinning on its axis, I felt embarrassment trying to take root in my gut as they both towered over me with smug and sinful looks on their faces.
“Jesus.” I whispered, pushing my hair back off my face as Eli pulled my panties and jeans back up, buttoning them like they hadn’t just wrecked me together so effortlessly.
“That was just a preview.” Eli said, noting my embarrassment and kissing me again. “Wait until we really have the time to make you feel everything.”
I scoffed as Travis lurked just out of reach, finally I forced myself to look up into his dark face again, because somehow his quiet nature made me feel even more embarrassed now that the high of my orgasm was crashing.
At least, I felt that way until he slowly lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, all while staring directly at me.
“Fuck.” I gulped and sagged into the lockers. “I think you broke my brain.”
Finally, he grinned, and part of me relaxed a little. “Wait until we’re inside of you at the same time, Frankie.” He said it with such conviction, there wasn’t any question of whether it would happen, but it felt more like a question of when. “Then you’ll be thoroughly changed.”
I didn’t reply, as Elliot and Trav sauntered away from me, leaving me trembling and questioning every single thing about my life in an empty locker room.
Wanting more.
“Jesus, Frankie, get your head on straight,” I whispered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror above a sink. “Just go out there and act normal. Act cool. Act like you didn’t just let two men finger-fuck you at the same time in the locker room.”
I snorted, rolling my eyes at myself.
