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I can’t help but smile. I find myself feeling comforted at the weight of their arms wrapped around me, as the few glasses of wine in my system start to lull me right off to sleep. Although, all the while I’m wondering somewhere in the back of my head if I’m going to wake up at any moment and realize this is all just one big dream.
* * *
When I openmy eyes the next morning, I find my head resting on Van’s chest.
Rhys’s arm is wrapped tight around me too, as he spoons me from behind. For a moment, confusion fills my veins, wondering why I’m sleeping in between Van and Rhys in the first place. But as the grogginess of the morning leaves my mind, all the memories of last night come flooding right back to me.
“We both want you, darling.”
“And you made it clear that you want both of us, too.”
Holy shit.
Is this my real life right now? Am I actually getting both of these amazing men? Last night, I could hardly believe that either one of them would want anything to do with me after I admitted my desire for them both. Now I’m watching the sunlight from the hotel room window creep across Van’s brown hair, bringing every strand into crisp, clear focus.
And I’m also feeling Rhys’s morning wood pressing against my ass.
I chuckle to myself, amused by the differences in how their bodies approach the morning, with Van’s figure sleeping and still and Rhys’s cock seeming like it’s straining against the fabric of his jeans. And as a teasing mood comes over my frame, I gently push back against Rhys’s straining cock, softly rocking my hips into his, making sure to rub my ass all over his hardened shaft.
Suddenly, I feel Rhys lower his hand down toward the bottom of my cocktail dress, then he drags his palm back up toward my waist, his digits traveling right between my legs. He then slowly but forcefully pulls my panties down to my thighs, stopping once he gets to the upper part of my knees. After that, he brings his hand right back up to my now-naked pussy, his fingers steadily rubbing my clit in small, irresistible circles.
I turn my head, letting out a quiet moan against Van’s sleeping chest. It’s taking everything in me to not groan in pure pleasure, not wanting to wake Van up from such a restful slumber. There’s also the little fact that I’ve never done anything like this before, letting one man play with my pussy as I’m lying in bed beside another, and I don’t know how I’m going to feel if Van wakes up and decides that hedoesn’tlike seeing me spreading my legs for Rhys so easily.
A few more seconds pass by just like this, with Rhys’s fingers rubbing my clit in between them, with my moans buried against Van’s T-shirt. But then I feel Rhys’s free hand climbing up my frame, his palm not stopping until he slips it underneath the front of my cocktail dress, soon freeing my breasts from the fabric.
“No bra, huh?” Rhys whispers, a smirk clear in his tone. “You’re always so full of surprises, my darling.”
“I can’t really wear a bra with this dress—” I start, my words coming out low. But I never get a chance to finish my sentence, not when Rhys’s fingers find one of my nipples, his digits playfully tugging and twisting the sensitive nub. I whimper at the feel of his hand between my thighs, and the feel of his hand on my chest, as he works every sensitive angle of me at the same time.
But just when I’m on the precipice of falling over the edge for him, Rhys shifts his hand away from my clit, lowering it even further, his fingers soon tracing a soft line up and down my pussy.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking wet, darling.”
He doesn’t say another word as he moves his hand away from me again. I can hear the sound of him pulling the belt away from his jeans though, the rustling as he shifts his jeans and boxers down toward his knees. When he eventually brings his hand back toward my thighs, he spreads them right open like he’s done this a million times before, like he already knows my body like the back of his own palm.
And then he sinks his huge cock right into me, pushing into me from behind.
Fuck.
Rhys feels so fucking good. I didn’t even realize how much I really missed his cock, not until I feel it slamming deep into my pussy, my body shivering with pleasure at his every move. As he fucks me from behind, I feel him shift his hands back up to my chest, each of his hands taking one of my nipples between his fingertips, rolling them both as he thrusts into me with so much force that I momentarily lose my breath.
As Rhys continues to pound his cock into my drenched pussy, my moans only get louder and louder, completely against my will. I can’t help but moan for him like this. Rhys always fucks me with such urgency and precision, like he’s not doing his job if I’m not coming on his cock within seconds of him filling me up to the brim. Soon enough, I’m doing just that, coming on Rhys’s cock, my pussy tightening around his shaft as he pumps into me even more roughly than before. I close my eyes as the orgasmic wave rolls right across my skin, my thighs shaking as Rhys takes whatever he wants from me, whatever he needs.
“…Good morning, princess.” Van’s voice suddenly greets me, and my eyes fly wide open to meet his. There’s a grin on his expression, and his blue irises look so much more beautiful as the sunlight beams across them, like a calm ocean on a sunny day at the beach.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks, reaching out a hand toward my hair, gently pushing it away from my face. “You look like you’re having a really good time.”
“Van...” I whimper his name, just as Rhys pinches my sensitive nipples, the pain melting right into pleasure. “Fuck…”
A few moments later and I can hardly concentrate on anything else happening around me, not with the way Rhys is filling up my pussy, not with the way he’s claiming every part of me. Which is why I barely process it when Van lowers his hand down to my clit, his fingers soon rubbing me with the same speed and tempo as Rhys’s shaft pushing in and out of me, too.
But once I realize that Van’s hand is between my thighs, I groan over at him, my body way too overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Van...” I whimper for him again, my pussy right on the brink of tightening around Rhys’s shaft for a second time, my aching nipples and clit so sensitive I feel like I’m seconds away from crying. “Van...I can’t…”
“Yes you can, princess,” he murmurs. “You can take it. You can take all of it.”
“Van...” My response trails off, a shudder moving right through me, my lips trembling with a moan as an orgasm ripples across my frame. Rhys pumps into me a few more times before his hips go completely still, even though his fingers are continuing to tug and twist at my breasts. And as Rhys fills me up with his cum, I watch as Van tugs his pants and boxers down toward his knees too, his shaft springing up once it’s released from all the fabric.
