Breakfast at Tiffany’s

by Ann Cory

  Marcus coated the tip of his finger with the acai juice and licked it clean. “Hands down, the best.”

  Her pulse thundered. They moved in closer, their cocks hard and pressed tight against her thighs.

  “What are you two doing?”

  “Testing the smoothie, of course,” Shane reasoned. “It’s what you asked us over for.”

  Her lips trembled. “But, I just got started; I never got a chance to finish.”

  He brought his lips beneath her earlobe. “Oh, you’ve started something all right, sugar.”

  Both their cocks pressed harder against her. Was this really happening? No, it had to be a dream. A sexually charged erotic dream. If so, she should grab a piece of paper and jot it down because she’d never want to forget it.

  “I’ll bet you taste good all over,” Marcus groaned.

  Had someone turned on the oven? “Are you guys messing with me?”

  Shane stroked the length of her forearm. “We’ve had a thing for you for a long, long time.”

  “Too long,” added Marcus.

  She felt drunk from their potent stares. “You h-have?”

  “Oh yeah. What’s not to like?” Shane’s breath felt warm against her face.

  Goose bumps sprinkled her skin. “But all the other girls—”

  “Never compared to you,” finished Marcus.

  Her chest tightened. How could this be? All this time, had they really been crushing on each other and never acted on it for fear of how the other would react?

  “I don’t understand. Why haven’t you said anything about wanting me until now?”

  Shane sighed. “We didn’t want to scare you away. We wanted to make sure the time was right. Timing is everything.”

  “And you think that time is now?” The answer both frightened and excited her.

  “It’s up to you. I’m going to take a wild guess and say you probably can tell how we feel about things.”

  Oh yeah, they felt rock hard and hot beneath the denim. Bodies so close she could smell their muskiness.

  “You just say the word,” Shane stated. “If you don’t want us to touch you, say so.”

  Tiffany knew she couldn’t possibly think straight being sandwiched between them. In the heat of the moment she was ready to tear their clothes off. But if she had a moment by herself to think it over, would she change her mind?

  “I really should go change and get cleaned up.”

  “Allow us to help.” Marcus slid her shirt from her arms and tossed it along the back counter.

  Her nipples pressed tight against the fabric of the tank top.

  She chewed her bottom lip. “I didn’t expect this when I asked you over.”

  “It has been a long time coming.” With his warm, strong hands, Shane pulled her tank top over her head, and then peppered her shoulders with moist kisses. “There, isn’t that’s better?”

  Her nipples ached, they were so damn tight. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her breasts.

  “Don’t you dare cover those beauties up,” he whispered. “We’ve want to see all of you. We’ve dreamt of this moment.”

  His words were hypnotic and she let her arms relax at her sides.

  “Let’s get this skirt off, shall we?”

  She could only nod. Not only had she forgotten how to speak, somewhere along the way she’d forgotten how to breathe, too.

  Marcus leaned over to make quick work of the button and zipper. She caught the scent of shampoo and soap, a clean, fresh scent that tickled her nose. Behind her, she felt Shane hook his thumbs beneath the waistband and tug the denim over her hips.

  Like a sigh of relief, the skirt whooshed down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of the denim puddle and turned, her back pressed against the cool counter.

  Her gaze wandered from one delicious hunk to the other.

  “Um, gee Tiff,” groaned Shane. “I never realized how good you looked.”

  Marcus nodded. “You’ve been taking care of yourself.”

  The look they gave her set her body on fire. A mix between appreciation and possession. A look she never expected from them. “You know I eat right and exercise now.”

  “Yeah, but it has really paid off. All those layers you wear are deceptive.”

  Their glowing remarks raised her self-esteem to an all-time high.

  “When you want us to stop, just say the word,” Marcus reminded her.

  Awareness rippled through her body. She couldn’t deny them even if she wanted to.

  “Our only interest is pleasing you.”

  She couldn’t believe this was happening. It was surreal and scary and beyond all comprehension. There had been a certain safeness in admiring them from afar. They couldn’t reject her, and she wouldn’t have to get her emotions stomped on. But now they were throwing themselves at her, promising pleasure, and not just from one, but from both.

  Tiffany watched their gaze move from her face and lower to her breasts. She felt decadent. Beautiful. Their gaze dipped lower and their grins widened. Shane’s eyes lit up and she heard Marcus stifle a laugh. Something was up. She’d waxed the other day, so her legs were still satiny smooth. Other than standing in nothing but her underwear, she… Her eyes grew wide. A lump formed in her throat. Oh shit. Not the turquoise striped panties. She’d forgotten all about the damn turquoise-striped panties.

  Shane winked at Marcus. “I’m starting to think someone had an agenda in getting us over here, one that had nothing to do with smoothies.”

  “I’m picking up those same vibes, man. I don’t think I’ve ever had one spelled out for me so boldly.”

  Her lungs cramped. Oh yes, the second part to the gag gift. In horror, she looked down and read the words Eat Me stitched so eloquently along the waistband. Fuck! This wasn’t happening. Worse, it was. Of all the mornings to be out of decent panties. How much more humiliation could she be subjected to in one morning?

  She tried to run away, but their hard bodies blocked her.

  “Don’t be embarrassed,” Shane soothed. “That’s seriously sexy, sweetheart. You’re giving off all the signals. Your smell is driving me insane, and I can tell Marcus is ready to bury his face between your thighs. What do you say? Panties off?”

  Tiffany wanted to rip them up and burn them. Pretend they never existed. But once they were off she’d be completely bare and exposed. The thought drew moisture from between her thighs.

  “I’m not hearing any objections.” Shane reached forward and looped his fingers underneath the sides of her panties. He leaned forward and followed the circle of her bellybutton with his lips.

  A thousand sensations tore through her, nearly blinding her. The material eased down her legs and she leaned on him to step out of them. When she straightened, he did too. He pulled her an inch away from the counter and into his body.

  “Guys, I—”

  Shane swallowed her protest with a kiss. At first contact it was electric. Years of longing to know his lips on hers and finally, he made it real for her. His hands moved to the sides of her face and he pressed his mouth tight. She melted into him. Her nipples beaded and raked against his shirt. He paused, withdrew his lips, and pulled his shirt over his head. She barely had time to catch her breath when his mouth returned, warmer and hungrier.

  A second pair of hands glided along her back. She liked that they both touched her at the same time. She felt attended to and spoiled. This time, when Shane withdrew, Marcus stepped in and claimed her lips. Though the size and feel of his lips were different, his kiss elicited just as many sparks. She felt Shane move behind her and nestle his cock against her ass cheeks. She had no idea he’d removed his jeans. It was as though time stood still. When she gasped at the new sensation, Marcus took the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Shane said and ran his fingers along her upper back. Shivers danced across her spine. His hands moved around her waist and up, where he kneaded her breasts.

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��Your nipples are tight little pebbles just aching to be suckled.”

  Heat fanned her face. His voice sent little jolts throughout her nerve-endings.

  Marcus continued his sensual assault of her mouth. Lips as kissable as she imagined. His breath warm and inviting.

  From behind she could sense Shane’s arousal. He pressed her into him and rubbed his cock along her ass. A slow, taunting tease. It would be so easy to spread her thighs and invite him inside her gushing pussy. But she didn’t want to rush this moment. She wanted to remember each second for eternity. Her whimpers were silenced with deep, ravenous kisses. The room teetered, but their strong, firm hands gripped her tight. Kept her trapped. Kept her safe.

  For several dizzying moments, they took turns trading hot, moist kisses. She loved the taste of their lips and the feel of their tongues as they probed and swept her mouth. Further she melted. Her body hot. Her pussy throbbing with need.

  Shane gave her one more hungry kiss and they both stepped away from her. Marcus removed his clothing so both her favorite guys stood before her naked, their cocks rock-hard and ready.

  “See what you do to us, sweetheart? What you’ve always done to us?”

  She squirmed within their potent half-lidded stares. Did they know what she went through all those years ago? The frustration of seeing some buxom blonde come along and pull her dream further and further away? All the nights she fingered herself to an unsatisfying climax, just to make it so she could stop the tears and fall asleep? They were older now, but she’d never stopped wanting them.

  “Yes I can see how much you want me,” she started. “Now prove it.” The bold words felt good from her mouth.

  A wicked grin flashed across Shane’s lips. “Tell us what you want. I promise we won’t disappoint.”

  The words rested at the tip of her tongue. Words hidden by shyness and inexperience in asking for what she wanted. No man had ever cared to know before.

  She took a deep breath and threw caution to the wind. “I want you both to take me. Here and now.”

  The boys looked to one another and then back to her. “Done,” they growled in unison.

  Her pussy clenched.

  Chapter Three

  Shane couldn’t tear his eyes away from the luscious beauty before him. She was a lustful image of temptation. Her sun-kissed skin looked supple and smooth as silk. Toned in all the right places. Curves in all the perfect places. His lips still burned from their kiss, forever branded. He’d heard Marcus draw in a breath when she stood naked before them. Neither had been prepared for how much her body had changed. He never minded that she’d been soft around the middle, but knew it bothered her and lessened her confidence. All her hard work had paid off. He hoped she knew how phenomenal she looked.

  “I think our lady needs to be placed on a pedestal.”

  He picked her up and sat her on the countertop. His mouth watered at the sight of her peach-tinted nipples and how they stood erect. Begging for attention. He trailed his eyes upward to the face of the woman he’d had many hot and sticky fantasies about. There wasn’t a feature he didn’t love. The soft crinkles that bracketed her eyes when she smiled. The pink flush of her face when she was embarrassed. The way her lips looked all red and swollen from their roughened kisses.

  He and Marcus had shared their mutual fantasies about Tiffany one night over a couple beers, and come to the conclusion that if given the chance, they’d share her without animosity. They’d always wanted her in the worst way, and only for themselves. When she had introduced boyfriends in the past, they had sized the guys up and knew they weren’t right for her.

  They never wanted her to fall in love with someone else, and would’ve beaten the shit out of anyone who brought her harm.

  It seemed like eons since he first acknowledged that she turned him on in ways no other girl could. And while he’d flirted and dated others, there hadn’t been a single one he could picture spending the rest of his life getting to know. They came and went. Not that he wanted to be known as a non-committable cad, but he refused to promise his heart to another when one woman had captured his so forcibly.

  She smiled back at him, a look of curiosity and eagerness splashed across her delicate features. He could never tire of staring into her lapis-blue eyes. Shane ran his finger along her chin. He loved the way her hair cascaded down around her shoulders from having fallen out of her ponytail.

  “Where do you want me to touch you first?”

  She parted her legs, her blue eyes fixed on him. “Here.”

  The silkiness of her voice made his cock wrench.

  He eyed her pink pussy. She’d be a tight little thing.

  “I’ve been dying to know how you taste.”

  He pulled her forward so her pussy rested just at the edge of the counter and had her lie back. She rested her legs over his shoulders and raised her pelvis. He brought his mouth between her thighs and inhaled her heady scent.

  “Damn you smell good,” he growled.

  Somehow he’d have to find a way to go slow and prepare her for what they planned to do. It wouldn’t be easy. Not the way his cock ached.

  “I’ve got to taste you right now.”

  In answer she parted her thighs further.

  He snaked his tongue along her slit and watched her body convulse. Her sweet cream hit the tip of his tongue and exploded in a vanilla and spice taste he immediately devoured. He would need more, but not only did he want to taste, he wanted to touch. While Marcus busied himself with her nipples, he slid a finger between her dewy folds. Just two in and her snug pussy held him tight. It would take time to open her up.

  Again he tasted her. Dragged his tongue along her sweet spot and stole a little more cream. He paused at her clit and alternated between suckling and licking. Her thighs shook alongside his face and he drank in the breathy moans that drifted around the room. It was clear he would never get enough of her. He’d first have to make her climax. If he thrust his cock inside her now he wouldn’t last two seconds.

  As he pushed three fingers inside her slick pussy, he watched Marcus squeeze and pinch her nipples.

  “She’s so fucking wet and tight,” he grunted. “I’m going to make her come and lick up all of her cream.”

  He faintly heard Tiffany moan. Oh yeah, she was going to fucking come hard.

  Shane thrust his fingers into her and suckled the life out of her clit. He teased and taunted the hard bead with his mouth until her sobs grew louder. He kept on relentlessly until her hips bucked and she cried out. True to his word, he lapped up her cream and swallowed it down, the velvety texture a sweet treat down his throat. She continued to thrash against him, her cries lessening to soft gasps. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.

  “Help me carry her to the couch, man.”

  Marcus nodded and together they carried her still writhing body into the other room. They gently set her upright on the couch and moved the coffee table out of the way. Shane sat down on one side of her and Marcus on the other. She had a visible glow and looked sexy as hell with her glazed over eyes and mussed hair. He leaned over and drew a nipple into his mouth. In response she clamped her hand around his cock and gave it a good stroke.

  Marcus worked her other nipple and moved his hand between her thighs. He paused and looked to him. “You were right, man. She’s drenched.”

  He watched as Tiffany wrapped her other hand around Marcus, simultaneously stroking their cocks.

  “You gonna get a taste of her?” Shane asked.

  Marcus nodded and moved to his knees. Shane watched as he parted her pink slit with his tongue and fingers.

  “You like that?” he asked. “You like your pussy eaten out?

  She swung her head toward him, her face in such a seductive repose. “Yes,” she moaned.

  “What else do you want us to do to you? Just say the words and we’ll make it happen.”

  Her little tongue rested at the corner of her mouth. “Um, I don’t know.”

 
He smiled. “Sure you do. Say it. Say what’s on that sexy mind of yours.”

  “I want both of you to fuck me at the same time.”

  His pulse beat louder at the request. He lived to hear those very words. “You hear that, man? She wants our cocks inside her at the same time. What do you think?”

  Marcus lifted his head from between her thighs. “I think we need to give her whatever she wants.”

  “Then you, beautiful, once I get a condom on, need to come over here and straddle my cock.”

  Shane reached under the couch and pulled out a foil wrapper. She gave him a look and then smiled.

  He grinned. “What can I say, I wanted to be prepared.”

  “And you boys figured I couldn’t resist your sexy words and charms, is that it?”

  “Hoped,” he corrected. “We hoped.”

  “Then I guess you know me well.”

  He smiled and rolled the condom down his length.

  “Come here, so we can get to know all of you.”

  Shane helped her onto his lap so she faced him. He held the base of his cock firm in his hand and stroked it against her slit. Already he could feel the dampness. The second she slid her pussy over him, he knew he’d go fucking mad.

  “Take it slow,” he urged. She situated herself so her slit rested against the tip of his head. “That’s right. Now slide right down. Feel my cock as it pushes your pussy open and fills you up.”

  His jaw slackened as she suctioned her tight pussy around his cock, each inch drawing a labored breath from him. Her eyes widened and he knew it was surreal for her, too. He gripped her hips and helped bring her up and down his length. Shane couldn’t believe the way her pussy creamed over him.

  “Just you wait. In a minute, Marcus is going to lube your ass so you can take him all the way in.”

  Her breasts shook as she rode him, her nipples swaying hypnotically. He leaned in and suckled them. Now if he could only hold back the need to climax long enough.