Goldie and the Three Wisconsin Bears

I lift my eyes and somehow manage to meet their gazes. My heart races at their expressions. Hot and expectant.

And I rush to kiss Nico just so I don’t have to look.

That introduces a new kind of heat. Nico snakes one hand around my neck and tugs. He’s so strong. I have no choice but to fall on top of him.

And it doesn’t take long for our kiss to turn passionate. He was calm when I first came in, but now I can feel his erection bulging through his jeans. And I spread my legs, wanting more.

“Minutes up!” a voice says. It’s Mitch, I realize inside my daze.

In the next moment, I’m hauled off of Nico and find myself sitting in Mitch’s lap. He’s also bulging hard underneath his jeans. But he’s not Nico. He doesn’t ask for a kiss or even command me to give him one. He just takes it, claiming my mouth and then invading with his tongue.

The kiss is so hot, so insistent. Without thought, I start grinding myself on his bulge, not caring about the rough material.

“Yeah, baby, that’s good. Get nice and wet for my brother. Make sure he doesn’t win.” Mitch growls against my lips.

Then Nico says, “Minute’s up.”

Mitch ends the kiss abruptly and stills my hips. It feels like stomping on the brakes. And though I’ve learned over the years with Tommy to stay as docile as possible even when provoked, I can’t keep the irritation out of my voice as I ask, “Is this some kind of game?”

Mitch let’s out a bark of a chuckle. “Yeah, it’s called ‘Don’t come.’ Now go to Nico.”

I turn to Nico, and my mouth dries at the sight of him.

Saint Nic…that’s what Jeb called him earlier.

But his jeans are unzipped, and there’s a monster cock standing straight up and sheathed in a condom.

“It’s alright, mija,” he assures me. “You don’t have to take it all at once. We’ll use the whole two minutes if we have to. Climb on.”

So it’s two minutes now? I don’t understand their game, but I trust him for some reason. Holding my breath, I swing a leg over his body.

“Don’t rush,” he advises, his voice warm and low. “Take your time.”

I do as advised, using my core to push it against his seriously etched abs. Then I rub myself against his shaft instead of trying to take it inside of me. If Nico wasn’t lying down, I’d call what I’m doing a lap dance—the kind I refused to do before.

Two voices groan as I grind myself up and down Nico’s cock. I glance over at Mitch. He’s stroking himself through his jeans and watching me with hooded eyes.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” A compliment. But he spits the words out like I’m hurting him.

A confidence I haven’t felt in a long time begins to rush through me. And I grind down harder on Nico’s shaft. Loving the way he feels underneath me. Loving the way they’re both looking at me as I take my pleasure.

And it is pleasure. Something quickens inside of me with every grind of my hips.

Mitch has his cock out now. It’s not a monster like Nico’s, I note with some relief. But it’s still longer than average. And thick.

He strokes on a condom, then he says, “Talk to me, Goldie. Tell me how it feels.”

It takes me a moment to process that he wants me to talk while I’m on top of Nico.

I hesitantly confess, “It’s so big. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt me. But I’m getting so turned on as I do this, it makes me want to try.”

Mitch groans, and Nico utters a loud, “No! No! Aw, man!”

I find out why Nico sounds so disappointed when his cock pulses, and a jet of cum suddenly fills up the condom.

I abruptly stop grinding.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, horrified.

“No, don’t be sorry, mija,” Nico says with a wry chuckle. “I’ve never come that fast before. Or lost. You make me feel like I’m in high school.”

Before I can answer, Mitch says, “I win.”

Hands pull me off of Nico, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back. Then, Mitch shoves into me with one big thrust.

I cry out. Not because it hurts, but because it feels so good. I didn’t realize how ready I was for penetration until he pushed into me.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last if I look at you.”

Mitch collapses on top of me, covering my body like a blanket as he buries his head into my shoulder and starts pumping into me.

I instinctively raise my legs to wrap them around his hard waist. And we both moan when he sinks in even deeper. This position…is the exact opposite of Tommy’s version of missionary. It’s all of Mitch’s skin rubbing against all of mine. He’s pressed so tight against me, he’s pressing into my clit on every stroke.