Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

I like being in control ninety percent of the time. But not when it comes to sex. They are two powerful, strong men, who know my body better than I do. I want them to take control.

Both men smirk, their features almost identical to each other. Matteo grabs my hips and turns me toward him. His mouth devours mine as his hand tangles in my hair. My legs grow shaky as he kisses me. I’ve gained a lot of my strength back, but being kissed by Matteo makes me weak. He demands every part of me when he kisses me. So much of me that I can barely stand.

Arlo sweeps me off my feet just before I feel myself crashing to the floor, lacking strength to stand another second. He looks down at me like I’m his. His expression with his dark eyes and deep grimace shows me how much he hated watching his brother kiss me.

I reach up to his neck to pull his face toward mine so that I can kiss him. He lowers his lips but kisses my neck instead of my lips. I close my eyes as his lips and tongue kiss me slowly and deliberately, turning me on more and more with each perfectly crafted kiss. To the point that, by the time he drops me on the bed, I’m already ready for his cock.

He just smirks as he looks at me lying naked on the bed. He knows exactly how much he’s turned me on.

Matteo walks in and stares at me with almost the same intensity that his brother does. He doesn’t wait to see what his brother does. He pushes me up the bed and starts kissing every inch of me. My toes, my ankle, my thigh. He worships my body with his kisses, just like he did before, because he knows how much it turns me on.

Matteo keeps my eyes focused on his as he kisses me, again demanding all of my attention so that I don’t give his brother any.

Arlo doesn’t let Matteo get all of my attention so easily. He takes my hand, drawing small circles in my palm that I can feel all the way to deep in my stomach. I glance over at Arlo, who is looking at me like he would do anything for me. He glances up at the ropes still tied to the bed, and I know, as much as he wants to tie me to the bed, he thinks better of it. He doesn’t want to tie me up again, not so soon after I spent the night that way.

It disappoints me a little. I like being tied up. I like the roughness. But the way both men are kissing me show me that neither of them is going to be rough with me. Not tonight. We are all injured. All recovering from injuries, both physically and emotionally. Tonight is about healing. Together.

Arlo glances at Matteo for just a moment, but it’s enough to change the tension that was there just a second ago. Instead of fighting for me, they change to giving me everything.

Arlo kisses my neck and my ear, and then he slowly moves down to my breasts. Matteo kisses my ankle and my thigh, inching closer to my pussy. I’m in heaven as both men kiss every sensitive part of my body. Healing me, caring for me in a way I didn’t think was possible.

The more they kiss me, the more I stop feeling like a slave and more like their queen. I close my eyes rather than choose between whom to look at. My skin warms with each kiss, my toes curl, and my heart beats uncontrollably for both men.

My eyes dart open when they both ignite my pussy and nipples at the same time. Both men have their tongues dancing over my most sensitive of areas, and it’s too much for me to handle. I grab on to Arlo’s hair to keep from losing myself completely while I stare into Matteo’s eyes. His eyes are deep with a need to make me come, to make me feel good, and a hint of need to make himself feel good as well while maybe stealing a little bit of me from Arlo.

Arlo bites my nipple harder than I was expecting, and my eyes go back to his. His are much the same, but there is something more broken in his eyes than what I saw in Matteo’s. Something that I haven’t figured out about him yet.

They intensify their movements, kissing me harder, flicking their tongues faster, building me closer.

“God, that feels so good,” I moan, careful not to say either of their names. Not that I can choose who is bringing me more pleasure. It’s impossible for me to decide. To choose.

Arlo stops sucking on my nipple and moves behind my shoulder, sitting me up as his hands massage my breasts and his lips turn me on with every nibble and flick on my neck. I was expecting a dick in my mouth and the other in my pussy. But, instead, I have two men taking care of my needs before their own. I never thought either would be capable of being so selfless.

Matteo licks my clit until I’m dripping wet, my pussy begging for his cock to enter me. Only then does he move his cock to my entrance. He’s never fucked me before, and he takes his time in sliding his cock over my folds, gathering my liquid on his thick cock before he pushes gently inside me at the same time that Arlo nibbles on my ear while flicking my nipple between his thumb and finger.

Matteo’s thumb moves over my clit while he thrusts inside me, hitting me in all the right places.

“Yes,” I moan, unable to get more than the single word out.

Matteo moves slowly, taking his time as he fucks me. He watches every expression, every sound, everything I do as he fucks me. Watching for cues of what I need more or less of before he gives it to me.

“Are you close, beautiful?” Matteo asks.

“Yes,” I breathe.

My panting grows louder, my body on fire, as they both do everything they can to bring me pleasure.

Matteo moves a little faster. Arlo kisses me harder.

“Fuck, Matteo!” I scream, coming around his cock.

He slows his movements almost immediately even though he hasn’t come. While Arlo’s kisses on my neck soften as my body tries to recover from the intense sensation.

“What do you want?” Arlo asks, already able to tell that I need more.

I’m not sure if the deal we made is fair. Not if they are going to fuck me like this, giving in to my needs and ignoring their own. That’s the problem with how they fuck me. They need to get something out of this so that I can get my questions answered faster. The sooner I get my questions answered, the sooner I can get out of here.