Strictly Research (Bad Boy MFM Romance)

by Terry Towers

  “And?”

  “This will be the first time we’ve been together since Amsterdam.”

  “You mean intimately?”

  “Yeah.”

  “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable yet. Or we could rock,-paper-scissors who gets to be with you tonight.” He grinned, giving his eyebrows a little wiggle.

  “My god.” I gave him a little swat on the shoulder as he opened the main door of the apartment building and I walked past him inside.

  None of us said a word as we rode the elevator up to our floor and entered our apartment. Walking into the living room, I kicked off my sneakers and tossed my handbag onto the armchair. I squealed when without warning a pair of arms slipped under my legs and behind my shoulders and lifted me up into the air, pulling me tight against the rock hard chest that belonged to Mitchell.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking you to bed,” he responded, carrying me across the room and into the bedroom.

  I cuddled into him, my lips brushing the side of his neck and was rewarded with the sound of his soft moan in response. The low growl that emerged from him made my pussy clench in need. With each step we came closer to the bed my desire increased. By the time he set me on the bed, I was forcing myself not to grab hold of him and pull him down to me. It had been so damn long since I’d been with them last, almost a year without sex other than with myself.

  I suddenly became inspired and as Mitch leaned over to press his lips to the side of my neck I put my hands out, palms flat against his chest and stopped him, sitting up on the bed and then sliding off. “Xander,” I called out.

  Mitch stepped to me and attempted to pull me into his arms. I ducked under his arms and spun to face him, waving my index finger at him. “Nope. Not yet.” I looked towards the bedroom entrance. “Xander!”

  Xander immediately showed up at the entrance. “Yes, babe.”

  I jerked my chin towards Mitch. “I want you to stand next to Mitch by the bed.”

  His brow furrowed but a smile began to appear on his lips as he did as told and crossed the room to stand at Mitch’s side. “Now what?”

  Looking from one beautiful man to the other I whistled my appreciation and to my surprise both men flushed slightly. Planting my hands on my hips I nodded at one and then the other. “Strip.”

  “Huh?” Mitch said, followed by Xander saying, “What?”

  “I said strip. The two times we were together it was all about my pleasure, it’s my turn to repay the favor.”

  Both men looked at each other. It looked as though Mitch was about to protest, but thought better of it and snapped his mouth shut. As they began to strip, slowly and seductively taking their time, I reached behind me and turned on the radio which was already set to an R&B station. Seductive music began to play and the men immediately began moving in time to the music, giving me my own personal strip tease. Their shirts came first, Mitch simply dropping his to the floor, while Xander put a little more flare into his twirling his shirt over his head and tossing it at me. The t-shirt hit my chest and fell to my feet.

  I giggled. “Nice boys, keep going.” The idea was to be the stern dominatrix chick, but that type of severity simply wasn’t in me.

  Next came the jeans. Both men swayed their hips in time with the music undoing their belts and making a show of pulling their belts from the loops and tossing them aside before undoing their zippers.

  “Like what you see sweetheart,” Xander said, his voice deep and seductive.

  Uh-huh. Oh God, do I love what I see, I responded silently. “Very nice, but I want more.”

  Hooking their thumbs into the loops of their jeans both men pushed their jeans down their hips, letting them drop to the floor. As expected Xander was going commando, his erection large and standing proud for my viewing pleasure while Mitch stood before me in boxer briefs, a bulge straining against the fabric containing it.

  I directed my attention to Mitch and watched as he spun around so his back was facing me. He grasped the waistband of his boxers and slowly began working the material down, showing me little bit, by little bit of his tight, muscular ass. I swear to God I’d never seen a man with such a perfect ass in my life. When he’d pushed the fabric down his ass to puddle at his feet he stepped out of them and kicked both the jeans and underwear aside.

  “Now what?” Mitchell asked turning back to face me.

  “Just stand there.” The men looked at each other and then back at me. Pulling a fabric hair tie from my jean pocket I tied my hair up and into a ponytail sitting high on the back of my head as I approached them. When I reached them I dropped to my knees in front of them, their dicks lining up perfectly with my mouth. Taking a cock in each hand, I began to gently stroke them, running my thumbs over the tips of their penises as my hands moved up and down. It was awkward at first – damn, the girls in the pornos make it look so easy - but I quickly found a good rhythm.

  Both men tensed and groaned softly. Xander’s hand went to the back of my head and fisted my ponytail while Mitch’s hand grasped my breast nearest to him through the fabric of my blouse.

  Moving first to Mitch, while continuing to stroke Xander, I flicked my tongue at the tip of Mitch’s penis then began a circular motion around the circumference. He moaned softly. I looked up and caught his heated gaze. The intensity of desire in his gaze sent a surge of need through me and my pussy clenched.

  Using the tip of my tongue, I ran it down the underside of his shaft until I reached his balls. I took one in, sucking gently, and then proceeded onto the other taking the second one in and repeating the procedure. Releasing the other ball, my lips and tongue worked their way back up the shaft and to the circumcised head. Keeping my hand at the base, I took him into my mouth, working my hand in conjunction with my mouth, up and down, gaining more and more confidence and satisfaction as I felt him turn from hard to rock solid in my mouth.

  Mitch groaned again, his hand moving to the back of my head and urging me to move fast and take him deeper until the head of his cock touched the back of my throat. When a drop of pre-cum emerged at the tip, I licked it off. Knowing he was getting close to ejaculating, I focused my attention on Xander, repeating what I’d done to Mitch on him, teasing his dick until he was rocking his hips against my mouth and his dick began to pulse. I was going to stop, I meant to, but got too carried away, urged on by the moans of both men and my own building desire. My hand and mouth moved faster, increasing the suction. His cock throbbed and another small squirt of pre-cum slid over my tongue. I looked up at Xander and moaned softly around his dick at the intensity in his expression.

  “Monica, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he groaned through clenched teeth, his gaze locking onto mine.

  I paused just long enough to whisper. “Don’t.” I went back to his dick, working it with a vengeance, my hand and mouth working in unison. Closer, I could feel him getting closer and closer until his shaft stiffened and pulsed, moments later a surge of his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed it down, licking every drop from him.

  Letting Xander’s depleted, yet still semi-erect dick fall from my lips, I released him and my grasp on Mitch. Getting to my feet, I looked from one beautiful naked man to the other, The two men were looking down at me with such feral hunger that my juices beginning to saturate my panties as a shiver raced down my spine.

  I was about to go back to Mitch when he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms, the smell of his cologne wrapping me in its alluring embrace. Slipping his arms around my waist, he lifted me up and walked me to the bed. We collapsed onto the bed together, him over me, my legs wrapping around his waist. His lips claimed mine and it felt like his hands were all over me. I became swept away in his lips and arms and the feelings of need rushing through me.

  Before I knew how or what had happened, I was naked and panting hard, staring up at Mitch who was once more between my legs, while Xander lay next to me on his side, his hand tweaking my nipple closest to him.
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br />   Mitch lowered himself to me, his dick rubbing between my soft, moist folds. Moaning, I closed my eyes and clutched the blanket under me. “Mitch.” His name left my lips in a whisper. And then his lips were on mine, playfully teasing, but quickly turning more feverish, his tongue slipping past my parted lips to duel with mine.

  When his lips left mine, my eyes flew open and I watched him as he re-angled himself to sit back on his knees. Grabbing my legs, he positioned them over his shoulders and positioned the head of his shaft at my wet, needy entrance.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” Xander whispered into my ear.

  I was so focused on Mitch that I was startled when Xander’s lips began to nip at the side of my neck, his fingers tightening on my nipple, sending hot surges of pleasure through me. Xander’s lips moved up my neck and across my jawbone, reaching mine. As his lips claimed mine, the head of Mitch’s dick began pressing into me, taking me slowly, an inch at a time and retracting.

  I moaned against Xander’s lips which tasted of spearmint, grabbing the back of his head, while bucking against Mitch’s dick, urging him in deeper. God how I missed these men and the way they made me feel. Being with them again felt like a dream that I’d eventually wake from. But god, I didn’t want to, not ever.

  “Oh, baby. You feel so damn good.” Mitchell reminded me where my attention should lie as he slammed into me fully. I screamed out against Xander’s lips, my fingers digging into the blanket and the back of Xander’s neck. I was close, oh God, I was so close already.

  Xander’s lips left mine and I focused on Mitch, watching him as he pulled out and slammed into me, his dick glistening with my juices each time he withdrew. Damn, I loved watching him take me. His body was a beautiful work of art, and the sight of him riled me up almost as much as the sweet feeling of him within me.

  “I’m so close,” I managed to moan out as Mitch continued to thrust into me with each inward thrust filling me balls deep, while the head stroked my g-spot.

  “Then come, baby. Come for me.” Mitch coaxed.

  Closing my eyes I indulged in the feel of him, blocking everything out and only focusing on the pleasure. Closer and closer, I was nearly there the tension within my body moments from braking. Just when I thought I couldn’t last another moment Xander pinched my nipple again, hard enough that it walked the line between pleasure and pain and I exploded screaming out as I came over Mitch’s dick.

  “Oh, fuck me,” Mitch groaned as he thrust into me, and with a low, feral moan slammed into me a final time, moving me up an inch on the mattress from the force as he came. The feel of his liquid heat filling me sent me spiraling over the edge a second time. I barely noticed Mitch withdrawing from me, my mind was so clouded from the height of pleasure I’d experienced.

  “My turn, baby.” Opening my eyes I caught Xander’s gaze a second before he grabbed my waist and flipped me over to my stomach. Warm cum seeped from me, dripping onto the blanket below me.

  “Xander…” I sighed his name.

  “It’s been too long since I felt your pussy, baby.” Xander grabbed my hips and propped me up on my knees, ass in the air, my chest flattened against the mattress.

  “Take me, Xander. Oh god, take me.”

  And he did. He didn’t waste time with foreplay or romance as he slammed into me, plunging deep and hard. I cried out, clutching the blanket under me and attempting to keep myself from moving forward as his dick jackhammered into me. Gaining my bearings I began meeting each of his thrusts, the fire within me rekindling.

  As Xander continued to pummel me, Mitch joined in, reaching under me and stroking my clit. The fire went from simmering to a straight out burning inferno. I was reaching my point of no return at a record breaking pace. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t think, could barely breath, all I could do was feel.

  “Come, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy explode,” Xander demanded, his voice deep and husky from his desire.

  All I could do was moan in response, because I didn’t need any further encouragement. My stomach clenched, almost painfully tight, my body went rigid and I exploded. I swear I saw stars as my core erupted. But it didn’t stop there. I came over and over, each burst of pleasure a little less than the previous, but still strong enough to keep my mind a blur.

  Just as the tremors began to subside, he groaned, a groan so loud and animalistic I was confident the neighbour could hear as he rammed into me a final time and released. A gush of his cum entered me, mixing with my juices, creating a cocktail of our pleasure.

  He stayed embedded in me for some time, though I had no idea how long, as time seemed to be beyond my grasp at that moment. When he did finally release my hips and pull out I flopped spread-eagle on the bed, completely spent.

  At that moment it occurred to me that maybe I had bitten off more than I could chew with these two. Flipping over to my back, I looked first to my left where Mitch was lying on his side smiling down at me and then to my right to see Xander. It hit me full force at that moment, I loved them, loved them both more than I ever could have imagined. I felt like I was going to burst, riding an emotional high and I couldn’t stop the words from spewing from my lips..

  “I love you, Xander.” My head turned to Mitch. “And you, Mitch, I love you.” I waited with bated breath for their responses. I thought I knew, was 99% positive, but I needed to hear it from them at that moment.

  Mitch touched my cheek and his smile widened. “I love you, Monica, I have since Amsterdam.”

  Feeling his lips on my jawbone, I turned my head to have my mouth captured by Xander’s lips in a sweet, intimate kiss. When he pulled away he looked me deep in the eyes. “I love you, Monica. Every day we’re together I love you more.”

  Epilogue

  Monica

  Two years. It had been two years since I flew to Amsterdam, unbeknownst to me that one of the two loves of my life would be sitting right next to me.

  One year. It had been one year since Xander and Mitchell showed up on the doorstep of my apartment and changed my life. My books were selling like mad and they were both excelling in their classes. We had everything we could have dreamed of. I never would have imagined when I flew to Amsterdam that two years later I’d have two former male escorts and future surgeons fulfilling every single one of my needs and desires – emotional, physical and spiritual.

  And now, here I was applying a coat of pink frosted lipstick onto my lips as I waited for Xander and Mitchell to return home. Apparently they had a big one year anniversary surprise planned for me. It had been agreed that we’d use the day they showed up in New York as our anniversary date instead of the day we’d met in Amsterdam since that’s when the real relationship began.

  I gave myself one final look as I heard the front door opening.

  “Hey babe, we’re home,” I heard Xander call out from the living room.

  Exiting the bedroom, I smiled as my gaze first locked onto Xander’s and then shifted to his left to meet Mitch’s. To my surprise, both men had changed after classes and were dressed in a pair of black pants and button down shirts, Mitch in black and Xander in blue.

  “You two look amazing.”

  Mitch was the first to step forward, and to my surprise he produced a bouquet of roses he’d been hiding behind his back. “For you, love.”

  Stepping forward, I accepted the flowers and brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. “Thank you. I love roses.”

  “We know.” When I raised my head from the bouquet, Mitch took a step forward and placed a light kiss on my lips. “You look amazing, Monica.”

  He stepped aside and Xander stepped forward. His gaze locked on mine as he added, “Stunning.” Placing a hand at the back of my head, he pressed his lips to mine. While Mitch’s kiss had been soft and sweet, Xander with typical Xander flair, kissed me with purpose and passion.

  When we parted I was left softly panting, my cheeks flushed. Looking to my left I caught my reflection in the full length mirror and turned so I was f
acing it straight on. I barely recognized myself when I compared my current self with pictures of how I looked a couple of years ago.

  “What’s the matter?” Xander asked stepping behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders, gripping lightly.

  “I hardly recognize myself.”

  “What do you mean?” Mitch’s brow furrowed as he came to stand next to Xander and caught my stare in the mirror.

  “I’ve lost so much weight.” Nearly forty pounds to be exact. I was down to 125 pounds, the thinnest I’d been since high school. The red, knee-length bandage dress I was wearing fit me like a glove, clinging to my not so ample curves.

  “You look beautiful. You looked beautiful when we first met and you look beautiful today,” Xander said.

  “It wasn’t your looks that captured us both,” Mitchell added. “It was what was in here,” he gently touched my temple with his index finger and then slowly worked it down my cheek and neck, across my collarbone and to my left chest sending a delicious shiver through me and I leaned back into Xander. “And here,” Mitch finished.