Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“I want both of you,” I say, staring into Arlo’s eyes.

Matteo can make me laugh. He’s taken care of my wounds and emotional needs better than anyone. But he hasn’t had the same experience with my body that Arlo has. Arlo knows exactly what I crave.

I want more. Faster, harder. I want more intensity pushing me to an edge that I don’t know I can go over. Even if we all need a certain amount of gentle, healing, I still need even more than what they have given me so far.

Arlo looks at Matteo, and a silent exchange happens that I don’t understand. A connection between them that I’m not privy to.

Arlo grabs my hips and spins me toward him. “You get whatever you ask for, Nina.”

He lifts me onto his already hard cock.

I moan and grab on to hair and shoulders as he fills me completely.

He growls as he enters me. Needing to be inside me as much as I need him to be. He needs to be in control. That’s where he feels most himself. He gave up that control to me and even a little bit to Matteo, but it’s clear he’s done giving me any more control. I asked for more, and that’s what I’m getting.

Arlo slaps my ass in the way only he ever has. With a bite and a sting, but it leaves me soaked and so turned on that I can come again just from that if I don’t try to regain some amount of control over my body.

Arlo kisses down my neck, and he thrusts inside me. But his kisses are more like harsh nibbles, much harder than how he was kissing me before.

I feel new hands on my ass, and then Matteo’s cock is teasing the entrance to my ass. Arlo made me forget that Matteo was still here. But I’m quickly brought back to the real world as Matteo pushes harder at my entrance until he slips inside.

I bite Arlo’s shoulder to keep from screaming or crying as I’m completely filled with both men. I’ve never been stretched so fully. I feel the sting as my ass is slapped again as both men start moving inside me again.

Both kiss my neck. Both growl. Both fuck me like it’s the last time, and they don’t hold anything back.

“Your ass is so tight,” Matteo says.

I moan as he fucks me harder.

“I want to make you scream until you can’t remember either of our names,” Arlo growls.

“Impossible,” I say through clenched teeth.

Arlo’s eyes light up at the challenge, and I’m sure Matteo’s doing the same behind me.

Because everything changes.

They fuck me harder. Faster. At the same time, they slow their kisses to tenderness all over my body just to cause a sting of their hand, their bite on my nipple, or their sucking on my neck all the more intense.

I don’t have control over my body anymore. Arlo takes control of my front. Matteo, my back. And both men have my heart and soul in their grasp.

Thoughts of their father disappear into the night.

Memories of my freedom vanish.

Any thoughts of anything but these two men are ripped from me and replaced with two men I need desperately.

I can’t imagine not feeling this good ever again. I need them both. I need the laughter and the seriousness. The pleasure and the pain. The control and giving myself up.

I need everything they both give me. I want it all. I don’t want to give it up. Not even for my freedom.

“Come, beautiful,” Matteo commands.

I feel him come in my ass. I come right along with him.

“Fuck, Matteo,” I cry as we come together.

I grab on to Arlo’s shoulders as I come, barely able to keep myself upright even though both men are holding me up. Arlo’s cock is still in my pussy as I come, but his mouth devours every inch it can reach. My neck, my ear, my nipple.