Double Score

I was wild with desire. Eager with anticipation. I rolled on the floor needing their touches. Hungry for more paint. I rocked onto my knees as they painted my back. Isaac’s palm coasted over my bottom with streaks of pastel yellow.

“God, look at her, brother.” Isaac sat back on his heels.

The world floated around me. I was in a state of complete arousal. Drunk with paradise on the horizon. This was my world. My studio. And these were my guys. It might have been crazy, but I knew they were meant only for me.

“Shit, she’s a Goddess.” Dylan breathed.

I writhed between them, lost in everything they were giving me. Promising to give me.

Dylan undressed, throwing his clothes on the floor in a hurry.

I ran my hands over my nipples, feeling the paint starting to dry, leaving streaks of brilliant colors on my skin. I’d never felt as if I lived in my art. Lived in one of the paintings until now. I kneeled, facing Isaac. His mouth devoured mine, drinking in my lips.

“Oh, Vanessa.” His voice sounded broken. As if he was falling apart in my arms just as much as I was falling into his.

I was wet, soaked from Dylan’s tongue. Ripe with my own juices. I felt Dylan’s hand spread between my legs, coating my back side. I tensed for only a second when I felt him circle my ass and dip fingers inside to get me ready.

“Tonight this is mine, darlin’.”

I nodded. I leaned into his shoulder as Isaac positioned me on the floor to face him.

I was nervous. Thrilled to share something new with t

hem again tonight. I didn’t know how Dylan would be. I didn’t know if he would be gentle or lose control like Isaac did.

I wrapped my hands around Isaac’s neck to prepare for whatever blinding joy came next. He hoisted my leg around his waist, giving them both the perfect angle to enter me. One from the front. The other from the back. Theirs to share. Theirs to fuck into perfect oblivion.

I hissed when I felt their cocks begin to penetrate. They hovered, stretching and widening me.

“Oh God,” I whimpered. It was intense. More intense than last night. They were both pushing inside me at the same time.

“I’ve got you.” Isaac stared in my eyes. I spiraled in the darkness. Lost my footing in the smoldering mystery of his gaze.

I seized when Dylan slammed into my ass.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. “Dylan.”

“Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight. So hot. Damn, Vanessa.”

Isaac thrust inside me, stretching the walls of my pussy to accommodate his massive cock. They fucked me over and over. Drowning out my cries with groans and grunts of satisfaction and passion.

My nipples rubbed against Isaac’s chest. My back was slick with sweat against Dylan. Their mouths covered me in kisses like a rain storm. And their cocks were the thunder and lightning, hitting me over and over until I couldn’t keep the damn from breaking.

“Oh God,” I pleaded. I didn’t know what I wanted. My release? Theirs? An eternity of feeling like this?

Dylan had a slow steady rhythm. He was so thick and hard, I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside my ass. It was mind-blowing how good it felt to have him there this time. Both of them filled me in new ways. Surprising me. Completing me with their bodies.

The orgasm catapulted through me, sending fiery rain tearing through my veins. I thought I would be torn in two as they pumped into me. But the warmth of flames engulfed me as we burned in ecstasy.

Dylan bit my shoulder as his orgasm claimed him. He pumped deep in my ass.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he growled.

I leaned into him, offering the depths of my pussy to Isaac. He thrust again, hilting himself so far. I thought I’d split in half. Dylan’s cock was still buried in my ass. He held my breasts in his palms while Isaac fucked me, until I saw it in his eyes.

“Vanessa,” he whispered. “Fuck.”

He shot his release inside me, before collapsing next to me.