Party Toy for 2 Men (Forbidden Fun)

Corrie sputters. “You can’t really be suggesting that!”

I merely shrug again.

“Admit it, you’re curious.”

“No! I would never!” she gasps, eyes wide.

“Really, honey? Two men at your service? Getting fucked until you can’t walk the next day?”

Corrie’s cheeks color red, but I can tell her curiosity’s piqued.

“See, it’s not so bad. Honestly, it’s the perfect solution.”

Justin appears to ponder the situation too.

“It’s bit more crass than I would’ve gone for, but I’m game if you’re game.”

“Corrie?” I ask again.

She stares first at me, then at Justin, and then back at me.

“OMG, you guys are serious,” she whispers, her bosom heaving beautifully.

“We are,” I acknowledge, tipping my chin. “But it could be fun. There’s nothing like a little competition to get the blood moving.”

She opens and closes her mouth a few times, still trying to digest my words. But finally, Corrie speaks again.

“Okay, if you’re both sure,” she says in a faint voice. “I’ll do it.”

I nod with satisfaction.

“Then it’s decided. You’re in luck because I actually rented a penthouse suite tonight, so we’ll be ensconced in luxury.”

Then, I help her up from the table, admiring at how her curvy figure fills out her tiny dress.

“You ready?” growls Justin, handing her her purse.

Corrie nods, her face pale. But as we make our way to the elevators, I note how her bosom heaves and how there are two spots of color high on her cheeks. Oh yeah, the sassy girl wants it, and even better, I’m going to give it to her good.

7

Corrie

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OMG. I can’t believe this is actually happening!

I’m trembling with nervous excitement as I enter Cameron’s suite. It’s luxurious with floor to ceiling windows, cream-colored furniture, and fancy oak flooring, but I barely notice the surroundings because my mind’s racing at a hundred miles an hour. Am I really going to sleep with both Cameron Hanssen and Justin Kay in one night? OMG OMG OMG.

This whole situation is mind-boggling because how could I have screwed up so badly? I can’t believe these men didn’t just walk away with disgust when they found out I’d double-booked them, leaving me to my own devices. Instead, we’re actually embarking on a sex competition of sorts, where I pick the winner at the end. Holy shit.

“So, how is this going to work?” Justin asks as the door slams shut. His eyes are hungry as they rake over my body and I shiver sensually. I’m wearing a dress which is decent, but under his gaze, I feel completely naked and exposed. I clutch my hands nervously because I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into.

Cameron, however, seems to be supremely confident.

“Corrie, I hope you’re prepared to be used twice in a row. I’m going to fuck your brains out, and then Justin will go next. Afterwards, you’ll choose the man who makes you feel the best. Does that work for everyone involved?”

Justin grunts.

“Fuck yeah.”

I stammer, unable to form words for a moment.

“I guess so,” I whisper finally. “I’m ready.”

I stare at them as my cheeks flush. It’s shameful, but I’ve never been so turned on in my life. The two gorgeous men in their dark suits have been shooting dangerous looks at each other ever since they found out they were in competition with one another, and neither of them is going to back down. They both want this and frankly, it turns me on. After all, I’ve always loved alpha males. I want someone to hold me down and do dirty things to my body, while making me squeal and moan with pleasure.

Clearly, these men are up to the task. Cameron and Justin have taken charge, and it’s making me squirm as heat blazes between my legs. I clench my thighs together at the tingles forming there, and Cameron’s eyes slide down to that sensuous vee. A smirk forms on his lips and those blue eyes flash.

“You want it, don’t you baby girl?” he rasps. “Holy fuck, we have a mare in heat.”

What the? Regardless, I have a question first.

“Will the sex be public?” I manage to whisper, still clutching my purse with trembling fingers. Both men turn to look at me, blue eyes flashing.

“What do you mean?”

“I just mean, when I’m with one of you, will the other be watching? And vice versa? Or will I retreat to the bedroom with one man each time, shutting the door behind us?”

The two alphas look at one another, but surprisingly, there are no raised voices, much less fistfights.

“You’ll be fucking us out in the open,” Justin says in a silky voice. “I need to keep an eye on the competition.”

“I have nothing to hide,” Cameron shoots right back, his mobile lips going up at one corner in an arrogant smirk. “Prepare to be awed, motherfucker.”

With that, Cameron slides one arm around my waist and leans in to whisper in my ear.