Boardroom Bride

With his free hand, he squeezes my other breast while he keeps the pressure on my nipple, nibbling and sucking at it eagerly. And the harder he does it, the crazier my kiss with Tristan becomes. Our tongues dance and wrestle, our lips smacking together over and over again.

“Oh,” I cry out all of a sudden, ending my kiss with Tristan as Madden moves fast, letting go of my breast and taking his hand between my thighs. He doesn’t build-up to it - he just slides his hand under my dress and flattens it against my wet thong, pressing so hard that I see bright lights behind my eyes.

He starts rubbing my pussy, moving his hand up and down, and I purse my lips as I feel sweet pleasure coursing through my veins.

Surprising me, Tristan places his hand on my knee and slides it up to my inner thigh, pressing against my pussy over Madden’s hand. Now, with both men teasing my pussy, I truly don’t know what to think or do. This is just beyond the realm of… well, everything. I mean, I dreamed of something like this, but I never thought it could actually happen.

But, in a way, it makes sense.

You see, even though Tristan and Madden seem to be so different, they’re actually more similar to one another than they’d admit. How do I know it? Well, I’ve shared an intimate moment (you know what I’m talking about, so let’s just skip the details) with each one of them, and I saw their true selves when it happened… I’ve peered into their souls, and what I saw there made me happy.

More than getting hard because of the way I look, the two of them seem to actually care for me. Maybe they’re just playing the game, that’s always a possibility, but deep down I know it’s gotta be more than that.

I want you to fuck me, I almost say out loud, my thoughts spiraling out of control. I manage to shut up at the last second, trapping the words inside my mouth and offering them no way out as I purse my lips. God, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to handle all this temptation… I mean, I’m only human!

“Let’s get this out of the way,” Tristan suddenly breathes out, taking his hand out of my pussy and grabbing my bunched up dress. Madden does the same, hooking his fingers on the fabric and pulling it further down; placing my hands on the counter, I lift my ass up and allow them to undress me, the velvety fabric caressing the skin of my legs on the way down.

When I sit back down on the counter, I’m only wearing my thong, my almost naked body exposed to them. I watch as they both let their gaze fall down to my pussy, the fabric of my thong becoming more and more drenched with each passing second.

“You can do more than just look, you know?” I tease them, and my words seem to have an effect on Madden. With his hands on my legs, he goes down on one knee, his eyes never leaving my pussy as he does it.

Reaching for me with his mouth, he rests his lips over my inner thighs and starts kissing my skin softly. I place one hand on his head, my fingers running through his hair as I feel the gentle touch of his lips. Each kiss he lays on my skin takes him closer to my pussy and then, doing it so fast I feel a surge of adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream, he presses his mouth against my wet thong. Sucking hard on my pussy over the fabric, he then eases up and grabs my underwear with his teeth, slowly pulling it down my legs.

I lift my ass up again, allowing him to pull my thong down, and I sigh heavily as I feel the nakedness of my own pussy.

“That pussy is going to be the end of me, Megan,” Tristan says, placing one hand between my breasts and allowing his fingers to slide down to my stomach. Then, slowing down, he places two fingers over my clit and presses down on it.

At the same time, I feel Madden’s lips brushing their way up my thighs again and, next thing I know, he has already crushed his hungry mouth against my pussy lips. Tilting his head slightly sideways, he sucks my folds into his mouth and runs his tongue up and down their length, mercilessly working on me until I don’t even know if I should moan or scream.

Tristan keeps on rubbing my clit, his fingers dancing over it masterfully. Using his free hand, he takes his fingers to my breast and squeezes it, my flesh shifting under his touch. Leaning in, he then guides his mouth down, parting his lips and wrapping them around my burning nipple. He takes it into his mouth and sucks, his teeth brushing slightly against it.

“Oh, that’s good,” I moan, not sure if I’m complimenting Tristan or Madden. Lifting my legs, I throw them over Madden’s shoulders and lock them over his shoulder blades, keeping his head trapped between my thighs. The moment I do it, he just presses his mouth harder against my pussy, the pressure of his lips and tongue making flames of utter delight climb up from my spine and into my brain.

Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let a smile take over my lips, pleasure dancing inside my head. I still can’t believe this is happening, you know? I mean, how in the hell did I manage to make them agree to this? They’re like two wolves, possessive and aggressive, and somehow they’ve made the decision to share me instead of baring their teeth and snarling at each other.

“Come here,” I whisper suddenly, my lips aching for a kiss. Leaning further back, I take my nipple out of Tristan’s mouth and place my elbows down on the counter; he follows after me and I lace one arm around his neck, reeling him in and smacking my lips against his.

I kiss him as I sway my hips from side to side, still rubbing my pussy against Madden; I can already feel a slight pressure growing inside me, one tha

t’s making my muscles tense up like the string of a violin, stretched tight to the point of snapping.

“Ah,” I exhale sharply, biting Tristan’s lower lip as I moan, arching my back fast. A column of fire seems to descend down my spine, and my pussy feels as if someone submerged it down into an ocean of ecstasy. “OH GOD,” I shout at the top of my lungs, thrusting hard against Madden as I come.

Ecstasy makes my heart flutter and, for a small moment in time, I stop hearing and seeing - I can only feel. And, Jesus, what I feel is so intense that I have no idea how my brain’s processing it.

“You, guys… You’re a talented team,” I laugh, looking from one to the other as Madden pulls his mouth back from my pussy.

“And we’re just getting started,” Madden chuckles, his lips glistening from my creamy juices. “We can keep doing this forever, you know?” He teases me, allowing his tongue out of his mouth and flicking it up the length of my pussy. I shudder slightly as he does it, my skin prickling, and then just grin at him.

“Now that’s something I can agree with,” Tristan nods, the hunger in his eyes making him look even more handsome than he already is.

“Unless you’re already spent,” Madden continues, amusement making his lips curl into a mischievous smile.

“Spent?” I laugh back at him, sitting up on the counter and taking my legs off of his shoulder. Reaching for him, I place two fingers under his chin and make him go up to his feet. I brush my lips against his, tasting the flavor of my own pussy in his mouth, and only then do I continue speaking. “It takes a lot more than that to exhaust me, you know?”

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispers, tangling his fingers on my hair and pressing his body against mine. I gasp as I feel my tits pinned against his chest, his crotch dangerously close to my pussy. Looking down, I can see his cock pushing back against the fabric of his pants, and I simply can’t stop myself from taking one hand there and giving his huge member one hard squeeze. “You like that?” He asks me, the devil’s voice in his lips. “You can have it, you know? All of it.”

“You can have whatever you want from us,” Tristan says, joining the conversation. I look at him, feeling my mouth going dry, and I take my free hand to his crotch, curling my fingers around the thick shape under his pants. Holding both their cocks in my hand, my heart starts hammering anxiously against my chest, and my brain starts spinning out of control.