Stunt Doubled: A Movie Star Standalone

I shivered in anticipation. When I’d palmed Ford’s cock through his clothes, it had felt big, too. That was two big cocks, four hands, twenty fingers… the possibilities were endless. And really, really arousing.

My giddiness lasted until they sat down. On either side of me. Really close to me. And then suddenly, I didn’t know how to get the ball rolling, so to speak.

But they did.

Tanner pushed my hair away from my face, stroking it with his long fingers. Then he fisted a big hunk of hair and lifted it, giving him access to my neck. I shivered when his lips brushed against my skin.

Ford was playing with my hair on the other side. He’d evidently decided to follow Tanner’s lead, which surprised me a little. I’d thought that it would be the other way around.

They both had their mouths on my neck and it was like being bitten by two vampires at once. Well, not bitten, but kissed, licked, and nibbled on. Blood raced through my body and my clit throbbed. It felt like their mouths on my neck was a preview of what was to come, namely, overwhelming stimulation. Already it felt like my senses were overloaded.

My hips rolled as I ground myself against the couch. I was dying to snake my hand down there, but I didn’t dare. Instead, I put my hands on their thighs. Ford had on jeans, but Tanner’s pants were made of a lighter fabric, and I could feel his strong muscles and hot skin through them.

Ford paused to kiss his way up to my earlobe. Then he whispered directly into my ear. “Are you going to be a good girl for us tonight?” He tugged gently on my lobe with his teeth.

Under any other circumstances in the world, I would’ve told him that I was a woman, not a girl. But right now, I wanted them more than anything. If being a good girl got me what I wanted, then sign me the hell up.

“Yes,” I breathed back. I wondered if Tanner had heard us, but then he started doing amazing things with his tongue along my neck and that was all I could focus on—at least until I felt Ford’s broad hand on my thigh. I froze, and that caused Tanner to lift his head up to see what was going on. When he saw where Ford’s hand was, he put his on my other thigh.

It wasn’t a competition thing—even in my haze of lust I knew that. He was doing that because he knew it would feel better for me. And it did—God, it did. Two large hands were on my bare thighs, stroking up and down, pushing my skirt farther up my legs.

And it turned me on so fucking hard thinking about what they might do next. Rub higher? Squeeze harder? Pull my legs apart?

I moaned as it turned out to be door number three—with a catch. Ford lifted my thigh and pulled it over his own. A few seconds later, Tanner did the same thing. My thighs were spread wide, held apart by their legs, and it was one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced.

No one was touching me between my legs, but it felt like they were. It felt like they could, at any moment. I could feel cool air brushing across my panties, and I felt exposed in a way that made me squirm with anticipation.

As I tried to hold still and not writhe my way right off the couch, it dawned on me that they’d done this before. I’d wondered about that. I didn’t know anything about their living situation in LA, but on the road, they always shared a house. That’d made me wonder if they shared other things, too. And if so, was it just these two… or all three?

Ford seemed to be eerily on the same wavelength, because while he held my thigh trapped over his, he also filled my ear with filthy words. “Look how exposed you are, Veronica. Spread open in such a shameless way. Can you imagine what it would look like if there were a third man in front of you? Kneeling on the floor, able to see right up your skirt?”

He inhaled deeply, sniffing my hair. “Tanner and I have our hands full right now, but he wouldn’t. He could touch you where you need to be touched. Lick you where you need to be licked.”

My moans filled the room as I writhed on the couch between the two strong, powerful men—and yes, imagined a third one in front of me. Tanner squeezed my thigh tighter, keeping me in place. With his free hand, he tugged my shirt and bra strap off my shoulder and down my arm, kissing the bare skin he’d just exposed.

Ford noticed and did the same on the other side. The neckline of my shirt barely stretched that far, and it dug indentations into my upper arms. “That’s so tight. So… constricting. If we tug it any lower, it’ll be almost like your arms are bound to your body. Do you like to be tied up, Ronnie?”