by Lauren Bliss
God it felt so good to be pressed between them like that, to have two amazingly hot guys both paying full and total attention to me. And I find myself imagining what might have happened if I’d taken things further. What if I hadn’t broken the kiss? What if I’d let it escalate?
Of course, deep down, I know I couldn’t.
I mean, I haven’t even gone all the way with one guy before – let alone done something as kinky as fool around with two. I’m saving myself; that’s the way I’ve always thought about sex.
But saving myself for what exactly?
I can feel my body charging with energy again as I let my naughtiest, most private thoughts run wild, there in the dark of the guest bedroom. I imagine that I’m lying between them both, one on either side of me, and Mason is kissing my mouth, while Maxwell is undressing me, slowly and sensuously pushing up my dress to uncover first my panties, then my breasts, his lips and tongue teasing my hardening nipples into two pebbled points, while his hot hand slips confidently between my legs.
I let out a soft sigh, as I finally give in to the urge that’s been gnawing at me all this time, slipping my own hand into my panties to discover with a shiver that I’m totally soaking wet again. I bring my other hand to my mouth, sucking on my knuckle to stifle a moan, as I begin to toy with my clit, imagining that it’s Maxwell’s fingers working my pussy, while his tongue continues to lap and tease at my tender nipples and Mason’s tongue plunders my mouth.
And soon my thoughts are getting even kinkier still, as I imagine reaching out to take both their cocks in my hands, jacking their hot hard rods faster and faster as the two of them continue to smother my writhing body in hungry urgent kisses, driving me right to the very edge of desire and beyond.
I suck harder on my knuckle, stifling a deep groan as I feel the butterflies building inside me so damn powerfully, ready to spill over at any moment – and then, with a final shiver, I come: the intensity of it taking me by surprise, my hips bucking and my fingers buried deep in my soaked panties, my head spinning and splintering and my heart pounding as I let the waves of pure pleasure flood through me, wishing all along that I was sandwiched between them, feeling the animal heat of both their muscular bodies pressed against my own skinny frame.
But as I return to my senses, I don’t know how to feel.
Because while a part of me feels totally disgusted at my kinky slutty thoughts, another wishes my naughty little fantasy had been real ...
3
When I wake, it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I look around the bright white room in total confusion, before the events of last night come spinning back into my mind – accompanied by the mother of all headaches. I don’t know how much alcohol I consumed, but I’m not a big drinker at the best of times, and that was certainly enough to give me a sore head.
First thing I remember is Lisa: the mean things she said, and the way she acted, and I let out a groan, knowing I’m gonna need to face up to her today and sort all this stupid shit out.
But then I remember the kiss, and my body charges with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Because that really happened, didn’t it? I didn’t just dream it up ...
I can hear soft music that sounds like jazz floating through from the living room area, not to mention the low murmur of Mason’s voice, and I wonder for a moment how the heck I’m even gonna be able to face them both again. Will it show on my face that I came back here last night and touched myself while fantasizing about them?
Fighting back my nervousness, I push myself out of bed and grab the stupid black dress from last night, pulling it reluctantly back onto my body. If I felt silly wearing it at the club, I feel doubly stupid right now as I pad through to the living room in it, planning to just quickly grab my purse, say an awkward goodbye, and then attempt to patch things up with Lisa back at her apartment.
But the vision that awaits me when I step into the room stops me in my tracks, knocking the air right out of my lungs. Because there they both are – Mason and Maxwell – dressed in comfortable-looking jogging pants, both barefoot and bare chested as they move easily and happily around the large open-plan kitchen area, fixing what looks like a restaurant-quality breakfast.
The large room is bathed in soft morning light, and the air filled with delicious scents of griddling bacon and freshly percolating coffee; the bubbling and crackling of the kitchen stove accompanied by soft tasteful jazz from the stereo, but all I can do right now is stare at their damn bodies in open-mouthed awe.
For a start, they’re even more built and sculpted than my puny imagination could ever have dreamt up. Tanned and toned, lean yet muscular – Mason’s body perhaps a little slimmer than Maxwell’s, but both with more of what you might call ‘athletic’ physiques rather than just straight up hulking beefcakes. And both have tattoos, too – some sort of large eagle design on Maxwell’s back, and a dark tribal design on Mason’s left shoulder which curls onto his pectoral.
And what’s more, I notice more of those scars, too, on both of them – patch-working across their bronzed skin, and I wonder how they got them; if perhaps there’s something dangerous about these guys that I should be wary of.
They haven’t noticed me yet, and I freeze in the doorway, watching them as they work – both moving so easily and naturally, perfectly in sync like they can read each others’ minds as they weave around the kitchen, passing across various items – while I try my hardest to ignore the way my own body is responding to the amazing sight before me, the way my nipples are hardening into two tight little buttons and my clit is beginning to throb, just from the sheer sight of their perfect, godlike bodies.
“Oh, hey!” Mason says when he notices me, flashing a big welcoming smile at me. “I hope you’re hungry, because we’re fixing quite the breakfast over here ...”
From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of my discarded purse, the one that contains my cell phone, which is probably fit to bursting point by now with a million angry messages from Lisa, demanding to know why the hell I didn’t come home with her last night.
“Actually, I think I’d better go,” I offer back sadly.
But to my surprise, he shakes his head and lets out a laugh.
“I’m afraid we’re not letting you go,” he replies. “Not at least until you’ve tried our cooking.”
I find myself grinning too despite myself, once again getting caught up in Mason’s warm, playful manner. I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy behaving like this around me before, let alone two guys, and I have to admit, I’m enjoying the attention. My eye drifts across to Maxwell and he too is smiling at me, letting me know he wants the exact same thing as his much more talkative friend.
My mind flits back to what Mason said last night about him, how Maxwell only talks when he has something important to say, and I find myself hoping to hear him say something soon, and wondering why he’s so strong and silent all the time.
“Well, if you put it like that,” I sigh, throwing up my hands in mock defeat, figuring a couple more hours here is hardly gonna make much difference now anyway, “I suppose I could stay for breakfast.”
Just then I look down and catch sight of my stupid dress and my stomach sinks and I let out a frustrated sigh. I look like a cheap hooker. But it’s as if Mason can read my mind – or at the very least my expression – because at that exact moment he says, “Why don’t I find you something a little more comfortable to wear? C’mon, follow me ...”
* * *
A few minutes later, I’m sitting out on a huge sunlit balcony, dressed in a comfy oversized t-shirt, sipping on a glass of orange juice, with the world’s biggest breakfast laid out before me, rivalling the stunning view from the balcony – practically the whole city laid out before us, an impressive sprawl, making me wonder again what the chances are of bumping into two guys like this on my very first night here.
“This is amazing, guys,” I say genuinely. “Thank you so much.”
“An amazing breakfast f
or an amazing girl,” Mason replies in a heartbeat, and Maxwell nods and smiles in agreement. I know it probably sounds cheesy, but the way he says it, I totally believe him, even though a part of me still can’t quite understand what it is about boring old me that these two seem to like so much.
Pretty soon, the conversation turns once more to the dreaded Lisa situation, and as we start to discuss her Mason really doesn’t hold back. “Has she always been so mean to you?” he asks bluntly.
“I don’t know,” I reply truthfully, wondering how the hell I am supposed to explain away her awful behaviour last night. “We’ve always been close friends,” I begin, “and while it doesn’t seem like it, she can be nice sometimes, I swear. Back in high school, I didn’t really have any other friends except Lisa and she really looked out for me. I guess maybe things started getting more complicated when I went away to college, because Lisa and I ended up going to the same place - Bryn Mawr – and I suppose I was so used to how things were between us that I didn’t end up making any new friends.”
“What did you study?” Mason asks.
“Anthropology,” I explain with a shrug. “Which doesn’t exactly set you up with an awesome job after college, or so I’ve discovered. But I don’t regret it. It was really interesting learning more about people and cultures and I hope to find a suitable job in that field one day. But for now, I’ll be happy with any kind of work.”
“How about your family?” he replies, as Maxwell listens on intently, “are you close? Are they helping you out at all?”
Wow, I think, these guys really want to know everything.
“Not especially,” I sigh. “My folks are divorced, and I have a half-sister from my dad’s previous marriage, but we were never particularly tight. And when my parents split, I never saw my dad or Ruth since. Mom always seemed to resent me – stuck with a brat means I’ll never get another husband. Well, that’s how it came across anyway. I think she blamed me for her own inability to get another man after dad took off on us ...” I pause to take a sip of my juice, then add with a sarcastic smile, “Which made her even more bitter and twisted than she was before.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that,” Mason says gently, reaching out and laying his hand over mine, causing an unexpectedly powerful flash of excitement and nervousness to rocket right through me.
“It’s okay,” I croak, my heart hammering, frozen and awkward as the two guys both stare intently at me. But luckily, before I melt in a puddle of nervous embarrassment, Mason lifts his hand away and grabs his fork instead.
“Sorry, I know I ask a lot of questions,” he smiles. “I should probably take a leaf out of Maxwell’s book. Anyway, let’s eat.”
After a lazy (not to mention totally delicious) breakfast of eggs, bacon, grits and sausage on the sunlit balcony, I start to feel myself unwinding, as I become a little more relaxed around them. My head has stopped pounding by now and I’m once again enjoying their easy company. What’s more, it seems like the guys have no plans today other than hanging out and kicking back – and before I even know it, it seems like the whole day has zoomed by, all three of us just happily hanging out together like old friends.
“Oh my God, what time is it?” I gasp, when I notice the sun is starting to slip beneath the city skyline. “Lisa will be going out of her mind!”
“Let her stew a little longer,” Mason replies. “C’mon, hang out with us for a few more hours at least, Fawn. Anyway, I thought we could send out for sushi if you were getting hungry again?”
I look from Mason to Maxwell, both of them staring intently back at me, breathtakingly handsome, waiting for my answer, then my face breaks into a smile and I nod.
I mean, how could I ever refuse two guys as cute as them?
* * *
After yet more incredible food, we hang out in the apartment, listening to music. Mason uncorks bottle of delicious French white wine, and as I sip from my glass, I take a stroll over to the bookshelves, my eyes flitting across the impressive collection on display.
“No way!” I laugh, when I notice one of the core texts from my college degree, sitting between The Art of War and How to Use Your Enemies. “You have The Interpretation of Cultures!” I announce, shaking my head in disbelief.
“You sound surprised,” Mason says, pushing himself up from the couch and coming over to join me. “Let me guess, you thought that just because we look like this, we don’t read, right?”
“No, no!” I stammer, “I wasn’t implying that at all.”
But I’m sure the way my face is growing red gives away the fact that maybe on some level – snobby as it sounds – I am a little surprised that they’re so well read.
“Knowledge is power, Fawn,” he adds in barely more than a growl, so close to me now that I can feel the warmth of his breath dancing against the sensitive skin of my neck. “To get ahead in business you need to understand people.”
“That, uh, makes sense,” I reply nervously, quickly moving away from the bookshelves and heading back towards the couch, where Maxwell is still lounging happily. And of course Mason follows me, giving me no option other than to sink back down onto the plush leather, once more trapped between them.
“There’s no need to be nervous,” Mason murmurs in the same low tone as before.
“Who said I was nervous?” I offer, taking a noisy gulp from my wineglass then setting it down with a clumsy clink on the coffee table, my heart hammering so loud now I’m sure they can both hear it.
“I know you want this, Fawn,” Mason continues, his dark gaze burning into me, his voice never more than a low growl that seems to reverberate right through me. “You want this as much as we do ...”
I take a deep, shaky breath, wringing my hands together, my head spinning. He’s right, of course. I do want this. But at the same time ...
“I’m not very, um, experienced,” I murmur, feeling my face flush yet again. “I’ve only been with a few guys and ... never all the way.”
“We know,” says a voice on the other side of me.
I turn to face Maxwell, who’s smiling back gently and kindly at me.
“We knew you were pure from the moment we first met you, Fawn,” he continues. “It shines from within you like a light.”
I’m shocked into silence. This is the very first time he’s spoken since I arrived here, and a part of me feels like I imagined it. But I can still hear his low voice ringing around my head like music, set to the drumbeat of my heart.
I gulp, my whole body softly trembling as I look to Maxwell, then back to Mason.
“You ... knew?” I repeat, still stunned, and they both nod solemnly.
“Don’t worry,” Mason adds in barely more than a whisper. “We can take this real slow. We can do as little ... or as much as you want. But stay with us for one more night, Fawn. You have to.”
This is totally crazy, I think, sitting there between these two gorgeous men, the air so charged with tension I can barely breathe, as their words echo around my spinning head.
And somehow he’s right. I do have to. I can’t explain why exactly, but I just know I need to stay, to explore this, to take a chance for once in my damn life.
And in the end, I answer not with words of my own but with a kiss – giving myself up once more to that force so powerful it feels beyond my control, pushing myself hard against Mason as our lips crush together and his hands move into my hair, then breaking the kiss with a gasp, and quickly turning back to Maxwell and pushing myself against him now, kissing him just as hard and passionately.
It’s so amazing, I could stay there crushed between them both like this on the couch forever, but after only a few delicious seconds, the two men stand in unison, each taking one of my hands, and leading me to my room ...
4
I watch, transfixed, as Mason and Maxwell start to undress, all the moisture leaving my mouth and making a beeline straight to my panties as they pull off their shirts, revealing those toned, tanned, tattooed bodies beneat
h. A moment later they push off their sweatpants too, leaving both of them clad only in the tightest white trunks, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I pull my embarrassed gaze away from their impressive packages, rooted to the spot in this luxurious white bedroom as they both begin to circle me, like hunters stalking their prey.
Eventually they come to a halt, with Mason behind me and Maxwell in front, closing in on me from either side until my senses are once more overwhelmed with the deliciously spicy fragrance of their colognes, mixed with a subtle yet rich animal scent.
“Just relax and enjoy this, Fawn,” Mason growls from behind me, as his big strong hands slip around my waist and his lips close upon my neck, his soft kisses slowly tracing up my tender, tingling flesh. “You can tell us to stop at any point ...”
I let out a sigh, as his hands move upwards, over the flatness of my belly, then cupping my aching breasts through my bra and shirt, while Maxwell takes a confident step towards me, so close now than I can feel the primal intensity radiating right off him as he takes my face in his hands, then leans in to kiss me.
I close my eyes, surrendering myself totally to him, to both of them – my body melting with pleasure as I push my tongue deeper into Maxwell’s mouth, my own hands now curiously and tentatively exploring his body, my nervous fingertips raking over the golden expanse of his chest, tracing the smooth hardness of his impressive pecs and the sculpted bumps and ridges of his six pack slowly downwards until they at the waistband of his briefs, while I try to work up the courage to go even further.
Meanwhile I’m faintly aware that Mason is unhooking my bra beneath my shirt, and my suspicion is confirmed when I feel his hands enclose my tender breasts completely in his palms, expertly thumbing my nipples into two hard puckered points.
I moan into Maxwell’s mouth, arching my back and pushing my ass back against Mason, registering the hot hardness of his bulge through his briefs as it grinds against my butt. And in a moment of wild lust, I finally push my hand further down, my shaky fingers cupping Maxwell’s cock and balls through the soft white cotton, a shiver of nervous excitement flashing right through me as I confirm for definite just how fucking huge he is down there.
