Double Daddy Trouble
Tyler inhaled. “You look fucking edible, Brooke.”
“Tell us this means what I think it means,” Lee pleaded.
She reached forward, grazing the side of his chiseled jaw. Her other hand reached toward the broad plane of Tyler’s chest. She wanted to know their bodies, the way they had explored hers. This was the beginning of something incredible.
“Yes,” she answered. She felt the power surge through her. The control. Her inner goddess surging to the surface, knowing these men wanted her beyond measure.
Tyler looked at Lee. “I guess the incoming blizzard doesn’t seem like such an important dinner topic, does it?”
He shook his head. “Who gives a shit about a blizzard. Look at her.”
Brooke interrupted them. “Before we take one more step, I need answers. I want specifics, boys. I want to know how this works. How is this even possible?”
Lee blinked, his long eyelashes making his eyes sparkle. “Baby, do you need me to draw you a diagram of how the three of us are going to fuck?”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t think so.” Her inner strength was starting to fade. She was completely out of her element. They were sex gods and she was a brand new sex kitten. “I meant, is this just sex to you? How do the three of us handle it? It feels like more to me. But you both know I’m inexperienced. I don’t want you to use that against me.”
Tyler snaked an arm around her waist. She could tell he was out of patience. “It’s not just sex. It’s everything.” He brushed his lips over hers. “And we will show you everything. Trust us.”
She whimpered wanting his lips badly. She was already addicted to his kisses.
“If you’re giving us what I think you’re giving us, it’s not sex, Brooke. It’s a relationship. Our relationship.” She didn’t expect Lee’s words.
“I want you both. I know that much. And last night…this morning…I want you together. I feel it strongly. I know now it’s not one or the other. It has to be both.”
“Good girl,” Tyler whispered. “We’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.”
The tingling shot down her spine, straight to her core. She was wearing a pair of panties that cost two hundred dollars. She wasn’t interested in soaking them before they made out of the hallway, but it was unavoidable.
“And what do you get out of it?” she asked. “There has to be a catch.”
Lee shook his head. Tyler deposited her in his arms next. “No catch, baby. This works for us.”
“But how?” she questioned. These men were everything. How could they possibly be ok sharing her?
“Fucking you together is everything to us. Making you come. Giving you sex like you’ve never had it. Together we are better than any man you’ve ever had. And you’ll never want another one. We swear.”
“And you don’t get jealous?” she pried.
Tyler chuckled. “Jealous? Come on. Watching my best friend fuck the woman I’m crazy about and making her happy is a turn on. And knowing I can do the same thing. Sweetheart, it’s the best kind of porn there is. I can hear you. Taste you. Feel you, while he fucks you. It’s the sweetest deal there is. And shit, when you get involved and want us to watch…” he inhaled sharply. “Just wait. You’ll want us to watch you. You’ll be so turned on you’ll come twice as hard.”
“Oh God.” Her knees buckled.
“I’ve got you.” Lee held her up. “Maybe it’s a little too soon for all this. Tone it down, Tyler. We need to take it easy with her. One step at a time. Let’s let her ease into it before we scare her.”
She shook her head. “No. I need to know. I want to know what I’m asking for. So, tell me. Tell me.” She was eager for all the information. “I want to know everything.”
“What else do you need to know?” Lee asked. She felt better with him holding her.
“You two?” She looked at them. “Do you…you know…do I have to watch you?”
Tyler’s face recoiled. “Hell no. Absolutely not.”
Lee laughed. “Fuck no. What he means is our attention is one hundred percent on you. Giving you what you want, is what we want. You are the focus, baby. You’ll see.”
Brooke lowered her eyes. She tried to imagine what it would be like. Tried to picture having sex with two men at the same time. These two men, who were basically the most perfectly physical specimens on the planet.
“I think I’m scared,” she whispered.