Tristan is the first one to obey, leaning in and pressing his mouth against mine, parting my lips with the tip of his tongue. I kiss him back as I feel Madden’s mouth on my neck, his teeth gently nibbling at my skin. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I just open my arms wide and pull both men into a tight embrace. They come willingly, pressing their bodies against mine, and then I feel their hands on my legs, just below my ass cheeks; they pull me up and I break my kiss with Tristan, allowing them to sit me up on the kitchen counter.

“You wanted us to share… And that’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Madden says, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. Placing his hand on the nape of my neck, he grabs me by the hair and forces me to throw my head back. I keep my eyes on his all the same, grinning wildly like a little girl on Christmas’ morning. And, really, this feels a lot like Christmas - except I’m not a little girl anymore and, instead of getting socks from relatives, I get two handsome men. Ah, screw it, this is way better than Christmas.

This time, I’m the one taking the initiative - I place both my hands on Madden’s face and pull him toward me, crushing my mouth against his. Opening my mouth, I allow my tongue to wrestle against his, spreading my legs wide so that he can stand between them.

Tristan remains by my side, and I feel one of his hands wandering up my back; there, he grabs the zipper of my dress and starts pulling it down, the fabric parting to reveal my naked skin.

“You’re so fucking hard to resist, Megan,” Madden says as he pulls back from me, coming up for air. “I want you so fucking much,” he continues, the flames in his eyes growing.

“That makes two of us,” Tristan adds, grabbing the fabric of my dress and pulling on it. I let out a subtle moan as he bunches up the dress around my waist, my La Pearl lace bra coming into sight. Their eyes go straight for my breasts, and they reach for them at the same time - Tristan goes for the right one, and Madden for the left. They squeeze them eagerly, their fingers grasping at the edge of the cups, and they pull them down at the same time. My nipples harden up as the air in the room caresses them, and I just can’t help but take both hands behind my back to unclasp my bra; they do the rest, yanking the whole thing off me with one sudden movement.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Madden says the moment his eyes fall upon my naked breasts and, giving me no time for a reply, he squeezes my left breast and dives into it with his open mouth. He wraps his lips around my rosy tip, sucking it into his mouth while he traces long, wide circles around it with his tongue.

“I usually don’t agree with him,” Tristan whispers, smiling softly, “but he’s right. You’re beautiful, Megan. More than beautiful, you’re perfect.”

“Just kiss me already,” I tell him with my hoarse voice, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I throw my arm around his neck and pull him into me, my eyelids drooping as our mouths enter a collision course. The moment our lips touch, Madden replaces his lips with his teeth and starts nibbling at my nipple, doing it softly enough not to hurt… but hard enough to allow a burning sensation to climb from my breasts all the way to my brain.

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 gra

bs 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 that’s making my muscles tense up like the string of a violin, stretched tight to the point of snapping.

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