Two for Alex

Daniel lightly gripped her hips as he eased himself inside her. Both men moved slowly and gently as they gauged her ability to accommodate the two of them. After being left achingly empty all week, suddenly she was fuller than she’d ever been in her life. “You okay?” Liam asked softly. Alex nodded. She was better than okay. She was on fire!

Daniel began to move, pressing carefully into her as Liam lifted and lowered her onto his cock. As they fucked the girl, Liam leaned up to meet Daniel and they kissed, with Alex sandwiched between them. For once she didn’t feel a shred of jealousy as she watched the lovers kiss. How could she when their cocks were embedded inside her, doing something amazing to all her nerve endings with each thrust.

Alex began to move on her own at last, her body taking over as lust roiled through her blood. Gripping Liam’s shoulders, she ground her pelvis against him. Daniel began to thrust harder behind her, but instead of it hurting as she’d feared, it only fueled the fire in her cunt provided by Liam’s cock. His added weight against her heightened the friction of her clit against Liam’s pubic bone.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chanted, unable to stop herself. She never wanted this moment to end. She was poised on the edge of something powerful—something she felt might consume her if she gave in to it.

Both men were thrusting hard against her, holding her captive between them as they took their pleasure. “Sir, I need to come,” Daniel gasped urgently behind her.

“Yes,” Liam said. “Do it. Now.”

Daniel shuddered, gripping Alex tightly as he came deep inside her. The sensation was like nothing she’d experienced. Liam began to thrust faster inside her, wrapping her tight against his chest. She gave in at last, careening over the edge of her own release, keening in a low sustained moan as the tremors went on and on…

When she came to herself some minutes later, she was lying between the two men, unable to move from sheer sexual lethargy.

Liam was leaning up on his elbow, a sardonic half smile on his lips. Something in his expression alarmed her.

“What?” Alex blurted. “What did I do?”

Liam looked over her to Daniel. “What did she do, Daniel? Or rather, what did she fail to do?”

“She didn’t ask permission to come,” Daniel replied in a sleepy, sated voice. “Guess she’ll have to be punished.”

~*~

Alex awoke to a room bathed in sunlight. For a moment she couldn’t place where she was. She must have fallen asleep in their bed. They’d let her stay all night.

Now she was alone however, both men gone from the room. She listened for sounds in the bathroom but heard nothing. She looked at the clock by the side of the bed. Nine-thirty. She sat up, wondering if she was supposed to shower and present herself for inspection. Or did that stricture no longer apply, now that the week had come to an end?

She sat up and scooted toward the side of the big bed. Her bladder was achingly full. She used their bathroom and then hurried to her own bedroom to put something on before she went looking for the men. Once there she decided to brush her hair and put on a bit of makeup before going in search of them. Maybe if she looked pretty enough, they’d want to keep her.

“You really want to stay, don’t you?” she said aloud to her reflection as she applied blush to her cheeks. She did. She really did. This was the first time in her admittedly young life she felt completely at ease in her own skin. She was no longer looking for something—searching, waiting, dreaming of “someday”.

She hadn’t been looking for love, or so she’d told herself. Yet she knew in her bones she was in love, not with one man but with two. The question was, and it was a doozie, could they possibly love her in return? She decided the only way to settle this question was to face it head-on. Thrusting her chin forward with a determined air, she went in search of her two Masters.

~*~

Daniel looked up from the table as Alex entered the kitchen. “Morning, lazybones,” he said with a smile. Liam, who had been reading the paper while sipping his coffee, greeted her as well.

“We were just talking about you,” he said, gesturing for her to sit down.

“I made cheese blintzes with blueberry compote. I saved you a plate in the oven,” Daniel said, rising to get it. Warmth moved through her heart. She felt cared for, cherished by these two amazing men. Would this be the end of her dream? A week spent in paradise and then just memories to carry her through?

Daniel set a plate of blintzes in front of her and poured coffee into a waiting mug. “Thank you,” Alex said, nearly overwhelmed by the tumult of feelings raging inside her. She would be cool. She wouldn’t ask, she wouldn’t demand to know what the next step was. She would sip her coffee, eat the delicious food Daniel had prepared, smile graciously at the two men—the very model of collected self-control.