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Dash held me snug against his hard chest and I felt Jackson move behind me so I was sandwiched between them, their rock-hard bodies trapping me and keeping me standing.
Jackson pushed my long brown curls to the side as he nuzzled my neck as best he could with my shirt on. There was that beard tingle again. “We’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, sweetheart. Way back in high school even when we were just horny teenagers. You’ve been our fantasy girl ever since then, hot for you every time we saw you when you came home, but never imagined it happening. Until now. Fuck, yes.”
I whimpered. Yup, his honesty was pretty damned hot, especially since I didn’t think I was that much of a catch. But they’d wanted me for…years? Feeling their hard cocks pressing against me, I could feel their pent-up desire to get inside me.
God, yes.
2
AVERY
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“You want both of us to fuck you? So you can see what you’ve been missing,” Jackson said, curling his fingers in the high neck of my shirt, tugging it down and kissing me. Of course, I angled my head to the side to give him better access. The wicked things his mouth was doing left me gasping for air. Or maybe it was the idea of fucking both these men that had me breathless. It wasn’t that I was shocked by the idea—we’d all grown up in Bridgewater, we were all well acquainted with the idea of threesomes. Not that I was a prude or anything, but I’d left Bridgewater behind and quickly found that ménage wasn’t nearly as common outside of my hometown.
I nodded, tilted my head even more. I was frustrated by my turtleneck and Jackson’s inability to kiss more of my bare skin. “The opportunity never presented itself,” I explained, trying to form words despite the fact that their hands were all over me, cupping my breasts and squeezing my ass. “But I’m definitely open to the idea.”
Oh yeah. Four hands, two mouths, two cocks. Plenty of orgasms? What more could a girl want?
Jackson’s foot nudged mine, making me widen my stance and I felt his hand slide down over my bottom to cup my pussy from behind through my jeans. “Definitely open,” he murmured. “Wet for us?”
I made a sound for “yes” as Dash leaned in and his tongue found mine.
He pulled back long enough to echo Jackson’s earlier words. “Good girl.”
I tried to get annoyed—I was so not one of those women who got off on being called a girl when I was anything but, but the words didn’t feel condescending from him. I felt oddly…cherished. Warmed by their praise, and by the feel of their hard cocks, knowing I pleased them. Dash kissed me again, gently for a second or two, then it quickly changed to eager. Needy, to match their hands.
I wanted to touch them like they were touching me. Grabbing the edge of Dash’s shirt, I tugged it up, but Jackson’s hands came over mine, stopping me. “Nope. Not yet, sweetheart.”
I turned slightly to frown at up him. “Why not? I want to see you two.”
Dash answered as he cleared my hands out of the way. “Because we’ve been dreaming of fucking you since high school, baby doll.” He deftly
tugged my turtleneck up. I had to raise my arms over my head so he could pull it off all the way. “We’re going to do this our way.”
“Your way?”
His bossy tone should have made me bristle…so why the hell were my panties getting wet? No, wetter. Ruined.
As if he could read my mind, Dash gave me a smug smile. “Just relax and let us have control. I promise you’re going to like it.”
Yeah, I didn’t think he was lying about that.
Jackson reached around, undid the button on my jeans, slid the zipper down before working my pants off my hips. In one quick move, I stood there in nothing but my bra and panties.
“Shit,” Jackson muttered behind me. “You’re even hotter than I imagined.” When I turned to face him, he gave me that boyish grin again, the one that used to make all the girls swoon. “And trust me, I’ve spent a hell of a lot of time imagining what you look like under that uniform of yours.”
I frowned. “Uniform?”
Then it came to me and I blushed. I never blushed. Way back when, I’d been a cheerleader. The thought of Jackson fantasizing about me affected me more than it should have.
“That was in high school.”
“I told you we’ve been interested in you for a long time. When you get home, find that little cheerleader skirt. Maybe you can put it on and I can flip it up and fuck you as I imagined.”
I had to laugh at Jackson. “You were a little perv,” I said.
“I think the term is dirty.” He grinned. “And yeah, with you? Definitely.”
