Double Daddy Trouble

He slid forward, pressing the ridges of his muscles into my soft flesh. He plucked my nipple between his teeth.

“It’s the only reason I even considered this arrangement. I can’t get enough of you.”

I bowed under the intensity. He sucked my breast into his mouth, roughly.

“Got it,” Dylan announced from the doorway. “Glad you got a chance to pick this up today.”

We both turned our heads. Isaac pressed back on his hands, leaving my breast perked and aching for his mouth again.

I whimpered.

He grinned. He knew I was addicted to him too. It was in every glance. Every kiss. I was falling just as hard. I couldn’t hide how I felt about him.

Dylan ripped open a black bag, revealing what was inside. He held up two items.

“What is that?” I asked shyly.

He crawled on the bed, dropping his towel in the process. His cock bounded forward. God, how I loved it. The thickness. The weight. What he could do with it.

“This, my little sex kitten is for your backdoor pleasure.” He winked, tossing a bottle to Isaac.

“Oh God.” I looked at the sparkling toy he held in his palm. It was pink. It looked like a vibrator, but there were beads attached, each one was larger as it neared the base.

Dylan flipped the switch on the bottom and it started to vibrate.

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.