Double Booked

Two thuds on the ground reveal what he was retrieving from your closet. That red pair of five-inch heels you’ve never had the courage to wear.

“Step into them and spread your legs,” Cop instructs gruffly in your ear. “I’m too tall…and you’re too petite to get a good mouth fucking from behind. Not unless we lift your gorgeous ass a little.” His hands smooth over the backside in question. “Okay, sweet girl?”

“Sounds reasonable,” you breathe, unable to get into the high heels fast enough. With the soft leather encasing your feet, the spike heels making your legs feel twice as long—not to mention two men watching you like predators—you’ve never felt sexier in your life. Ever.

Biker crooks a finger at you, Cop’s steady hand pressing between your shoulder blades. Following their unspoken instructions, you bend forward and take Biker’s erection into your mouth, reveling in the silk strength of him, the urgency of his fingers in your hair, his strangled moans that increase in volume the deeper you take him. The way his stomach shudders, thighs jerking wider, hips restless. It makes you want to take every inch of him into your mouth and you do. You take him all.

“Jesus,” Biker growls. “Get your tongue out and tell me how her pussy tastes. God knows she’s earning it. Lick her little clit until she moans around my cock.”

You feel Cop’s hands drag roughly down the backs of your thighs, hear his knees hit the ground. He takes hold of your backside with an admiring sound, shoving it high, then his mouth suctions onto your slick flesh. As if sensing you need the support, Biker braces your shoulders with his hands, his hips lifting off the bed in sensual rolls, sinking his length into your mouth as Cop’s tongue skates toward your clit and flickers there—onetwothreefourfive—before he sinks in and sucks the bud with relish, groaning so loudly in his throat it emerges like thunder.

Oh God. Cop’s mouth is magic, but it’s his aggressive tasting, sucking, like he can’t ever get enough that makes your thighs start to tremble with an oncoming climax. You sob around Biker’s pulsing arousal, because the tide is rising, rising, but he tangles a hand in your hair and drags you away from his lap.

“That’s enough,” Biker pants. “She’s coming. And if you think you’re not a sharer, you don’t want to know what happens when you’re the only one who gets her off.”

“Fuck,” Cop grates against the inside of your thigh. “Never licked one this hot. Haven’t even put my tongue in her yet and she’s whining like she’s taking a cock.”

“Makes you wonder how she’ll sound taking two. Doesn’t it?” Biker leans forward and devours your mouth with a hard, thorough kiss, taking your bottom lip with him when he pulls away, letting it go with a pop. “Baby, we need to fuck you now.” Behind you, Cop comes to his feet, but not before he drags his tongue up the center of your backside, giving it a light slap. “You have two men in your bedroom, their dicks aching like a motherfucker for what you hide in your panties all day. So we’re going to share your beautiful body until our dicks don’t hurt anymore. And you, baby, are going to come like nobody’s business while we’re at it, because you deserve that and more.” Another kiss, slow and wet. “Anything off limits?”

Before you can answer, Cop’s hand wedges in the split of your bottom and you know what they’re asking. You’re eager for it. Eager to experience something new, no matter how nervous it makes you. These men make you feel safe, cherished, and you trust your gut. “Nothing off limits,” you breathe, pushing your backside into Cop’s touch and getting his mouth on your neck as a reward, resonating hums of gratitude from both men.

A few beats of time pass as Cop and Biker communicate without words over your shoulder, intention in every line of their hard bodies. You’re beginning to get anxious about what they’re deciding, when Biker stands, circling around behind you—his pierced nipples cool where they slide against your arm—Cop brushing along your opposite arm, raising goosebumps on your skin, head to toe. You hear Biker going through your bedside table as Cop takes his place on the bed’s edge, sucking his bottom lip through his teeth while he looks you over.

“I can see you want to take this cock for a ride, sweet girl. Can see you want to ride it rough and that’s just how I like it.” His fist pumps between his legs, up and down, thumb swiping over the head. “Climb on up here and get filled.”

Biker moves up behind you, dropping what he found in your drawer onto the bed, also known as the small bottle of lubricant that came free with your online-purchased vibrator. You’re way too turned on to be shy about having it there, especially when Biker and Cop exchange another look, rife with heat, approval, anticipation. And when Biker tangles his hand in your hair, urging you toward Cop, heat gathers at your center like melted wax, encompassing every sensitive spot. “He’s a big boy, isn’t he?” Biker says gruffly against your neck. “I bet he grits his teeth and roars when he comes, all those veins on his muscles standing out. Mmm. You’re going to be the reason for that. For both of us.”