I swallow hard, the movement pressing my throat against his palm. Another gush of slick floods between my thighs, soaking the ruined panties I’ve been wearing since the dance floor. “I want it,” I whisper. “Please. I want both of you.”
Arlo’s grin flashes across his face. “Good girl.”
He kisses me first, tongue sliding against mine while Fox’s hand stays on my throat and his mouth finds the side of my neck again. They peel the sundress up and over my head together. My bra goes next. Then my soaked panties. I stand there completely naked for the first time in front of them, thighs pressed together, arms instinctively trying to cover my soft belly and heavy breasts.
Fox makes a low sound in his throat. “Fuck, look at her.”
Arlo steps back just enough to pull his t-shirt off. My mouth goes dry. He’s all lean muscle and golden skin, the pierced cock I’ve only felt through his jeans now straining against his zipper. When he shoves his jeans and boxers down, it springs free, thick, flushed, the silver barbell at the head catching the lamplight.
I stare. “How the hell is that supposed to fit?”
Arlo laughs, and strokes himself once just to watch my eyes follow the motion. “We’ll make it fit, baby. Nice and slow. You’ll be dripping so much by the time I slide in you won’t even feel the stretch… at first.”
Fox strips next, revealing the full sleeve of tattoos down both arms and across his chest, the matching dare tattoo he andI got last summer inked on his left pec. His cock is just as intimidating, long, thick, flushed dark at the tip. He’s already leaking.
I make a helpless little sound. “Both of you?”
Fox’s hand returns to my throat, tilting my chin up so I meet his eyes. “Both of us,” he muses, voice filthy. “But not until you’re ready. Not until you’re begging.”
Arlo drops to his knees right there in the living room. “Let us make you feel good first.”
He spreads my thighs with gentle hands and buries his face between them. The first long lick through my folds has my head falling back against Fox’s chest. Arlo moans like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, tongue circling my clit before sucking it into his mouth. Slick gushes out of me and he laps it up greedily, humming happily the whole time.
“Fuck, she tastes like peach candy,” he mumbles against me. “So sweet. So wet already.”
Fox keeps one hand on my throat as the other slides down to cup my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me whine. “That’s it, baby. Let him eat that pretty pussy. You’re dripping down his chin.”
I come embarrassingly fast, shaking, thighs trembling, a broken moan tearing out of me while Arlo keeps licking me through it. When I finally sag, Fox scoops me up like I weigh nothing and carries me to Arlo’s bed.
They lay me down in the middle. For a second, they just look at me, naked, flushed, and thighs shiny with slick. Arlo crawls between my legs again, grinning up at me. “Round two. Gotta get you nice and open.”
He eats me out until I’m sobbing, two fingers curling inside me, stroking that spot that makes my eyes roll back. Fox kisses me the whole time, swallowing every whimper, his hand never leaving my throat.
When I’m shaking and begging, Arlo finally sits up, lips shiny, eyes dark. “You ready for me, baby?”
I nod frantically. “Please—Arlo, please.”
He lines up and pushes in slowly. The pierced head stretches me open and I feel every ridge, every bump of that silver barbell dragging along my walls. My mouth falls open on a silent cry. He bottoms out with a groan, hips flush against me.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” he pants. “Like she was made for us.”
Fox continues to kiss me while Arlo starts to move, long, rolling strokes that make the piercing hit exactly where I need it. Every thrust pushes more slick out around him. I’m overstimulated, my scent exploding around us, but I never want it to stop.
Then Fox shifts. He kneels beside us, before reaching down between my legs. Two thick fingers slide in right alongside Arlo’s cock.
I choke on a moan.
Fox pulls back just enough to growl against my lips, “I’m gonna fuck him into you, baby. Gonna stretch this pretty cunt so full you’ll feel us for days.”
I grin against his mouth, dazed and desperate. “Yes—do it.”
He works a third finger in, scissoring gently while Arlo keeps thrusting. The stretch is insane. I’m so full I can barely breathe, the pleasure so intense my vision dimming a little. Arlo’s eyes are locked on where we’re joined, watching Fox open me up around him.
Then he removes his fingers, Arlo slowly flipping us so that his back is on the mattress, my ass in perfect view for Fox. A gasp pulls from my throat as he replaces the pressure with his cock.
He pushes in right alongside Arlo and I feel every inch. The pressure is so intense my vision whites out. Both of them inside me at once. Both of them groaning my name. Fox’s hand returns to my throat, Arlo’s fingers digging into my hips, and I comeharder than I ever have in my life, squirting around them, scent exploding so sweet and thick the whole room smells like peach-vanilla summer.
They fuck me through it, alternating thrusts, whispering praise and filth until I’m shaking apart again. A bit of concern spreads through my chest as their knots start to expand against my pussy, my body locking up.
