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Jackson agreed by nodding. The idea of them taking me with no condom, to feel the slide of their cocks inside of me made me hot. They would fill me with their cum. One day, maybe without the Pill and we’d make a family. Not tonight, not now, but someday.
The idea wasn’t scary now.
I sat up, reached for Dash’s hand, which was the closest. “Yes. I want to feel you both.”
They moved then, Jackson tossing the decorative pillows onto the floor, yanking back the cover and sheet before dropping down in the center of the bed. Dash tugged me up and kissed me.
When he finally pulled back, he stroked his fingers down my cheek. I felt the insistent prod of his cock against my belly, the wet smear of his pre-cum. He angled his head to the side. “Climb on.”
I looked to Jackson, hands tucked behind his head, cock aimed at the ceiling. I couldn’t help but laugh as I put a knee on the bed and worked my way over him. “Are you sure I can’t suck you off?”
Jackson moved his arms and put his hands on my hips. “Woman, climb on my cock before I spank your ass.”
His grin was at odds to his dark command.
“Yes, sir.”
He growled at my response and took over, lifting me up and lowering me onto him. I was impaled. To the hilt. I took a second to adjust, my hands settling on his chest.
“Wow,” I said.
“Nice and wet. Shit, tight, too,” he growled.
I heard the flip-top on the lube and watched as Dash coated his hard cock liberally so it shined in the soft light of the hotel room. His hand slick, he held it up. “Ride him, baby doll, and I’ll get you ready.”
I lifted myself up, dropped down and my eyes fell closed. “I’m ready,” I breathed.
“Not yet, but you will be.”
I began to move then, leaning down to kiss Jackson as I worked my hips, circling and lifting. Lowering. Fucking.
Dash’s weight made the bed shift and I felt him beside me. One big hand settled on my back, the other between my parted cheeks as he pressed a lube-slick finger to me. He worked the lube around my back entrance, then inside as I gasped and breathed through it. This was something they’d done before, even that first night in the hotel room in Minneapolis, but that had been play. This was preparation.
Jackson was tense beneath me, lifting his hips into me, his hands on my thighs as Dash worked.
I was breathing hard, the combination of both their attentions was intense.
“Ready?” Dash asked.
Jackson spread his legs wider as Dash settled behind me.
“Kiss me, sweetheart.” Jackson pulled me down so I was laying across him, my butt up in the air more, open for Dash.
It wasn’t Dash’s fingers I felt there next, but the broad head of his cock. It was slick, yet insistent, much wider than his fingers or any of the plugs they’d used. Jackson had done this before and I knew what to expect, but still, it wasn’t easy, especially with Jackson’s cock in my pussy. It was really tight.
“Breathe, doll baby. That’s it. Good girl. Push back, yes, like that. Let me in. Oh fuck, you’re so tight. Just the head now. Good. Breathe.”
Oh my god, I was crammed full. And Dash wasn’t even in all the way. I breathed, arched my back, but this was the ultimate submission. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but feel.
And when they began to move, sliding in and out in opposing motions, I let go. Gave everything over to them. To their ragged breathing, the feel of their hard bodies, the slick sweat on their skin. The squeeze of their fingers. The deep thrusts of their big, glorious cocks.
It was too much. My senses were overloaded, my body practically short circuiting.
I gripped Jackson’s arms as I came. “Oh! Yes. Oh god, it’s…wow, I can’t—”
I was incoherent, a mass of nerves and heat and fire and I was fueled my man. Two men.
Mine.
