36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

But I’m not even looking at the décor.

Right now, my mind can only process the desire raging through my veins.

I turn on my heels fast, turning to Parker, and I grin. I reach for him and press the palm of my hand against his crotch, feeling the hardness he’s hiding under the fabric of his pants.

With a growl on the back of my throat, I unbuckle his belt fast and unzip his pants, sliding my hand inside his boxer briefs.

My fingers tightly wrap around Parker's cock, his thickness pulsing against my smooth skin. I grin at him, his lips slightly parted as I start moving my hand back and forth with slow and teasing movements. Looking over my shoulder at Mason, I can almost feel all the pent-up desire hiding behind his eyes. His pants are tented, his cock pushing hard against the fabric as he takes in the sight of my hand on Parker’s cock.

"Are you just going to stand there and look?" I ask him, the words drawling out of my mouth in a half-purr, each syllable like a jab designed with the intent of spurring him into action. He swallows in his hesitancy, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he steels his face, his lips an almost inscrutable line. For half a second, I think he's going to turn on his feet and bolt out of the door. Maybe I overstepped. Maybe I shouldn’t have acted out of instinct.

But I'm just being silly, really: these two can't get enough of me ... even if they have to share.

Mason licks his dry lips, his body leaning forward as he takes one step toward me and Parker. I reach for him with my hand, my fingers grabbing at his belt and pulling him close. I push on the hem of his pants and, before he can react, I slide my fingers under his trousers and boxer briefs, feeling the aching warmness of his cock. I open the palm of my hand and, straining against the hold of his pants, grab his member harshly.

I turn my attention back to Parker, my heart starting to race faster, each beat of it sending a hefty dosage of desire toward my loins. My insides are burning up, the sweet spot between my thighs becoming more and more moist by the second.

The moment I saw these men for the first time, I knew I had to have them. And, of course, I always get what I want.

The way they calmly and professionally decided the course of action. All confidence. No indecision. No vacillation. No second guessing. I came to them with a problem. Mason and Parker solved it. Then they turned their sights on me. They may get to fuck me, but they don’t know that I’m the ultimate winner in all this. I'm the woman they please. They must know they have no claim over me; I am the one who owns them. Their bodies and their spirits.

Now, my hands on their hard cocks, I'm going to consummate our partnership.

I take my hand off of Mason's crotch and, with a quick push and flick of my fingers I push his belt out and unbutton his pants, tugging them down with his boxer briefs at the same time. His cock jumps to my hand in a flash, and I only have to curl my fingers around it.

"See, boys?" I purr at them. "There’s enough of me to go around."

Parker opens his mouth to speak but the words get lost in his throat as he looks into Mason's face. He remains like that for a full second, time stretching and expanding as the two of them lock eyes. I can't help but smile as I feel both of their cocks hardening even more, their flesh throbbing at the same rhythm. As unbelievable as it might seem, I don't think I've ever felt their cocks hardening so much. They're diamond hard, almost as if the two of them aren't even human.

They don't say a word, but they don't even need to. Their silence tells me everything that I need to know; Mason and Parker are now mine. I own them, through and through.

With a snarl, Parker takes his hand to my waist, his fingers sliding across it and then down over my ass cheeks. He grabs them hard, squeezing my cheeks in his fingers; I breathe out deeply and, before I can breathe back in, Mason's long and eager fingers are running up my stomach and to my breasts, going over the slow curve there in a hesitant motion. He squeezes my right breast then, savoring how my tender flesh molds itself to his fingers.

I keep moving my hands up and down their members, still keeping my gentle and patient pace. I open my hands then, sliding them down and cupping their balls at the same time. They're warm and big, busy keeping them filled to the brim with an unending dose of testosterone.

"Pants off," I say in a low commanding tone, looking from Parker to Mason. They look at me, their eyes slowly widening as if they didn't expect me to take charge like that. "Now," I command with a devious smile on my lips.

Parker is the first to buck under the pressure. He kicks off his shoes hurriedly and, even before he gets the first one off, Mason starts to do the same. I go back to their cocks, stroking them as they push their pants down and step out of it.

"Good," I growl teasingly, letting go of their members and grabbing them by the scruff of their necks. I pull them into me harshly, both their mouths dan

gerously close to me. I feel a certain tension in the way they come to me, as if they're trying hard to not touch each other. I lean into Mason, brushing my lips against him and then pull back, doing the same with Parker. They taste heavenly, desire pulsing sweetly on my pussy as I grow wetter; my juices are already soaking my thong and, if I keep going like this, soon enough they'll be dripping down my legs.

With a darting movement, Mason reaches for me and takes his hand to my crotch, pushing it under the hem of my dress and pressing hard against my pussy. I moan sharply, his pressure on me sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. Not wanting to be left behind, Parker hikes the dress up to my waist and then grabs my ass hard, his fingers brushing over my ass crack. I squeeze their cocks hard, allowing instinct to be my only guide. Biting down on my lower lip, I know exactly what I need to do.

I go down to my knees, their cocks still in my hand. I look up at them, both their cock pointing upwards right above my face. God, just looking at them is enough to make me moan in anticipation. I start tugging on their members hard, flicking my wrists harshly as I move my fingers from their root to the tip.

Leaning forward, I let my tongue slowly slide out of my mouth, and reach for Mason's cock with it. As gently as I can, I lick all his length up to the head of his cock, lapping at it twice. Then, stroking him softly, I turn my attention to Parker and do the same. I keep doing it over and over again, gently licking the both of them, my hands keeping their cocks in position. I push them closer, their tips just inches away from each other; the more they're closer, the warmer they become, as if the proximity between them is making their blood boil.

I pull back for an instant, just enough so that I can glance at them, my hands starting to stroke their cocks harder. I go faster and faster, my eyes never leaving their faces; Mason closes his eyes for a fraction of a second and, before he can open them up, I lean in. I open my mouth, engulfing his tip and allowing his saltiness to coat my tongue. Sucking eagerly on him, I let his tip pop out of my mouth and then lean into Parker, wrapping my lips around his cock as both men's scents fuse inside of my mouth. God, if they weren't so massively thick I'd just open my mouth and let their cock inside of me at the same time. Not a problem, though, I'll just have to push them to the edge one at a time.

Opening my mouth, I move forward and push Parker's cock down, allowing it to roll over my tongue and go as deep as possible. I let it pierce me until I can almost feel its throbbing tip against the back of my throat. Pulling back out slowly, I suck on him all the way, my lips sliding off his cock with a lewd sound.

I do the same with Mason, ramming his cock inside of me with a swift forward movement of my head. But instead of simply pulling back out, I start bobbing my head up and down, sucking him at the same rhythm I flick my wrist and stroke Parker's cock. I change it up, my mouth going to Parker as I tug on Mason; I lick him up and down and then kiss his tip, scooping up a drop of pre-cum with my tongue, and then slide my lips down the side of his shaft. I go lower, opening my mouth and sucking in one of his balls, lapping my tongue at it and making it roll inside my mouth.

I close my eyes as I do it, so I don't see Mason reaching for me; I only feel his fingers on my collarbone, hooking themselves on the fabric of my dress. He pulls on it with a furious motion, the sound of ripping fabric clawing at my eardrums. I don't stop sucking on Parker as Mason proceeds to tear my dress apart, pushing it down my body and baring my chest. His fingers slide up my stomach and then over the cup of my bra until they meet my skin. I tremble as I feel the pressure of his fingers going over my right nipple, and I unconsciously move slightly forward, aching to feel him grabbing my tits.

He takes the hint quickly, allowing his fingers to slide under the cup of my bra and pinching my almost painfully hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He applies the right amount of pressure there—not too hard, not too soft—and I can't help but stop sucking on Parker, a moan hiking up my throat.