Double Score

My eyes flashed to his. It was what I wanted. What I needed. The toy was like a therapy device to prepare me for the ultimate quest. I could never have them both, if I didn’t try this first.

I nodded eagerly. “Please, Dylan. God, yes.” I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him with lips of fire. He groaned pulling me on top of him as we fell onto the bed together.

I’d never had a single experience with a vibrator before. I’d had friends who swore by them, but none of my boyfriends were adventurous and I was too shy to ask for what I wanted in bed. That girl was gone. I’d left her on the side of the road. I had two men now who wanted to make all my fantasies a reality. And I was along for the ride—no matter where they took me.

Dylan’s hands fisted through my hair, yanking me toward him. “You’re so good, Vanessa. So sweet. Your little ass is so innocent,” he growled.

“Yes.” I nodded. “It is. I don’t want it to be anymore. It’s yours and Isaac’s now.”

He lips crushed into mine. My tongue twined against his. He reached between my legs, positioning his cock at my entrance.

“I need one of those condoms, man.”

I panted, waiting for him to roll one on after Isaac tossed it on his chest.

I hissed with pleasure as he pushed inside me. I loved him right there in that tight spot.

I tried to arch back, but he gripped my hair tighter.

“Let me fuck you.”

“Ohh,” I whimpered. I loved the few moments in the shower when I got to feel both of them without the condoms. Dylan’s cock was so smooth, so warm sliding in and out of me. I loved how he felt skin against skin.

I tried to jerk when I felt the cold lube against my ass. Isaac ran his hands between my bottom, coating my rosebud.

I was like a live wire. The anticipation had my nerves popping and sizzling. Dylan thrust inside me, filling me, stretching me, creating an aching warmth in my core, but I knew Isaac was about to use the pink beads to penetrate my back door. The thought of how it would feel was almost enough to make me come on its own. I wanted it. It was so forbidden and erotic.

Dylan’s kisses grew rougher. His teeth nipped at me.

Isaac leaned over me. He kissed my back as he pushed the first bead at my back entrance.

My eyes rolled at the sensation.

“So fucking hot,” Dylan whispered. “Keep going, man. She loves it.”

I nodded. I couldn’t find the words even if I wanted to. I was reveling in the newness.

He pushed another bead in my ass, before drawing them out in slow motion.

“Ohh,” I cried. It was intense. It was l

ike a fiery pain, but the longer he let the beads massage inside me, the more the pain turned to toe-curling pleasure. I had no idea something back there could feel so good. It was pure bliss, gratifying my body at a deeper plateau.

He thrust the beaded wand again, taking it up another level. There were three full beads inside me, whirling and vibrating. Dylan pumped his shaft in my pussy at the same time. I’d never felt so full. So overwhelmed with spiraling emotion.

“Fuck, your ass is gorgeous, baby.” Isaac kissed my bottom, then his teeth gnashed.

My eyes flared open. This was it. I knew there was only one more level. One more bead and it would be in all the way.

Dylan’s hands circled the back of my head, drawing my lips against his as Isaac fucked me with the widest stroke of the wand. He sank the vibrator in me, leaving it to stretch and open me. To prepare me for what I truly wanted. The cool gel soothed my skin, easing it in and out of me with slick gliding strokes.

“Does it feel good there, baby?” he growled.

“Oh God yes. But I want you, Isaac. Please.”

“You’re not ready yet,” Isaac’s voice was anguished.

I looked in Dylan’s eyes, filled with sexual desire. “I want to be ready.”