Double Daddy Trouble

Dylan nodded. “Take your time. We have all night.”

I closed the door behind me and took a giant breath. I looked at my bed. It was a wreck. I had a pile of brushes and canvases shoved in the corner. I grabbed everything and threw it in my closet.

I fluffed the pillows and turned down the quilt. I lit the candles next to the bed and turned off the lamps. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. My cheeks were flushed. My eyes sparkled. My hair fell around my shoulders. There was something sexy about me I’d never seen before.

I was ready for this.

I slowly opened the door. I trembled at the sight of them.

Dylan’s light eyes landed on mine.

“Everything ok?”

I took a step backward, inviting them inside. “I wanted to straighten up.”

Isaac locked the door. “The only thing we see is you.”

“Oh.”

I didn’t mean to keep walking backward, but they were coming toward me. The back of my legs hit the bed and I landed on it softly.

Isaac crawled on the bed, the mattress rocking under his heavy frame. Dylan reached for the zipper on the side of my skirt. He shimmied it down, taking the skirt to my ankles.

I sat forward enough for Isaac. He didn’t waste time toying with my bra. He unsnapped the clasp and raked it off my arms.

I lied back on the bed, staring up into Isaac’s eyes, knowing I was wedged between the two men in nothing but my panties.

“I dreamed about this,” I sighed.

“You did?” Isaac groaned. He twisted my nipples between his fingers, plucking and pulling until they were hard peaks.

“Oh God,” I mewed. My back arched under the intensity. “Yes. It was like this. Just like this.”

“Fuck, Vanessa.” I felt Dylan’s breath along the inside of my thigh. “You’re so damn so sweet. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I didn’t know I did.” I writhed between them.

I heard Isaac loosen his belt. I watched in awe as he shrugged the jeans from his powerful legs. There was a solid bulge straining against his boxer briefs.

He repositioned himself so he straddled my breasts. I looked into his eyes as he lowered himself toward me, thrusting his cock from his boxers.

I licked my lips.

Just as I prepared for him, I bucked when I felt Dylan slide his fingers against my slit.

“So wet,” he growled. “I need some of your honey, darlin’. Open your legs,” he commanded.

My eyes flashed.

“Do it,” Isaac echoed. “Open your legs and your mouth, baby.”

I didn’t know who I was anymore. My lips parted as Isaac pressed the tip of his cock to my mouth, nudging it against my tongue. I groaned, sucking eagerly. Just as I began to fall into a rhythm, I felt Dylan’s tongue push inside me.

I couldn’t speak. Isaac’s cock was buried in my mouth. He pinned my wrists together as he began to rock his hips into me.

“Oh yeah. Oh fuck, baby.” He turned to look over his shoulder. “Do you see this, brother?” I watched his eyes. He froze. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes moved back to mine. “Watching him go down on you like that … fuck, baby. You’re a goddess. Taking my dick. Taking him.” He pumped harder. I felt the juices flow faster between my legs. I was going to come. I couldn’t hold it off the way they were taking me.

“That’s it,” Dylan coaxed. “So tight. So sweet.” His tongue lashed over my clit and I lost it.