by Lauren Bliss
But all of a sudden my hands are being pulled upward, as Mason lifts my shirt. He pulls it right off me in one quick, easy motion, leaving me in nothing more than my unhooked bra and panties. And moment later, I feel his hands on my shoulders, slipping the bra off my body, too, and then, quick as a flash, his hands have hooked into the waistband of my panties, tugging them right down around my thighs.
“Hey, no fair,” I giggle, as it dawns on me that I’m totally naked, while they’re still wearing shorts.
But a second later, I’m stunned into open-mouthed silence as they both easily and confidently push off their shorts, drawing my eyes downwards once again, unable to quite believe what I’m seeing.
Because just like everything else about these guys, they’re absolutely freaking huge in that department, too. Like pornstar huge. Like split-me-right-in-two huge. Like holy mother of god what the heck am I letting myself into here huge.
But before I can even think, I feel them each take one of my hands and lead me toward the bed and I give into them, letting them take me there. I climb up onto it, then turn onto my back, resting on my elbows upon the soft, white cotton sheets as Mason and Maxwell join me, one on either side – and it dawns on me a fresh shiver of excitement that this whole scene playing out just like in my fantasy.
Now Mason is the one closing in on my mouth in a hungry kiss, while Maxwell starts exploring my body. And just like in my imagination, he begins by kissing my nipples, taking each of my tender buds between his thick sensuous lips in turn, his tongue expertly drawing out fresh shivers of intense pleasure, while Mason continues to plunder my mouth with his tongue. I reach out my fingers slowly but surely until I find what I’m searching for, closing them eagerly around the hot hardness of Mason’s cock, which is so thick I can’t quite fully grip my fingers all the way around it.
Sure I’ve done some stuff with boy before, so I’m not totally inexperienced in all this, but even so – the boys from my past seemed like scrawny teenagers compared to these two. These aren’t boys .... These are men.
Mason groans softly as I begin to stroke his cock, while I feel Maxwell’s kisses tracing further downward, first over my belly, and then to the tingling skin at the insides of my thighs. And then ...
Holy ... fucking ... God.
My mind flashes white with a pleasure so intense it’s almost too much to take, as Maxwell’s tongue touches confidently against my clit with just the exact amount of pressure I need to get me off, causing me to let go of Mason’s cock and cry out, unable to do anything now except lie there beneath him, moaning and writhing as he continues to take me with his mouth.
“Just tell us if we’re moving too fast, baby,” Mason growls in my ear, as he starts to thumb my nipple, while Maxwell continues to lap and tease at my pussy, as I buck my hips and grind back into him.
“No,” I manage to gasp, my voice barely more than breath now. “This is ... amazing.”
And then another low moan escapes my lips as Maxwell’s tongue pushes even deeper inside me, my thighs clamping involuntarily around his head as he drives me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
But even though I can hardly think straight, I still discover a new kinky idea flashing through my mind, and before I know it, I’ve reach out towards Mason, grabbing his hips and guiding him towards me, urging him closer to my face until he’s kneeling right there next to my pillow.
I reach out a shaky hand and take his cock, stroking it a few times before pulling it towards my eager, open mouth.
“Oh, is that what you want?” he growls, looking down at me.
I nod shyly, gasping again as he grabs both wrists easily in his fist and pulls them up over my head, then climbs over me, one knee either side of my head, so that his cock is right in front of my face.
I gaze at it in awe; it’s perfect, thick and smooth and hard as steel. As I open my mouth wider, shivering in anticipation I wonder if I’ll even be able to get my lips fully around it, but to my surprise I do, his cock sliding, hard and slick and hot, past my lips and deep into my mouth, muffling another groan of pleasure as Maxwell continues to tease my pussy and clit with his tongue.
It takes all my attention to keep focussed on Mason’s dick, as I start to bob my head, sucking him faster now, his hand still gripping my wrists tight above my head.
“Damn, that feels amazing, Fawn,” he murmurs, dark eyes blazing down at me. “You look so fucking perfect with my cock in your mouth ... I want to see you come just like that.”
I’ve never had a guy talk dirty like that to me before, but it shoots an extra thrill of excitement through me. And maybe it’s Mason’s words that push me over the edge, or maybe it’s the licking and lapping of Maxwell’s expert tongue against my clit, but with a last stifled moan, I do start to come, managing to just about keep my lips wrapped tight around Mason’s shaft as my body begins to quake, my mind and body overcome with a pleasure so intense it threatens to consume me completely.
Once I’ve just about come back to my senses, I renew my focus on Mason’s cock, sucking it faster and faster now. And as I’m doing so, Maxwell has moved to join us on the other side of the bed too, so I reach out and take his dick in my free hand, jacking it like crazy. But I figure it’s only fair to return the favour, considering what he just did to me, so I pull Mason’s dick from my mouth with a slick pop, then quickly turn my head and start sucking on Maxwell’s thick, curving cock instead.
I know this should feel wrong – in theory, I would never have dreamed I’d be doing something so downright slutty as blowing two guys at once. But in this moment, it’s exactly where I want to be, bringing them just as much pleasure as they’ve brought me.
I shiver with delight as I hear Maxwell softly groan, his cock swelling in my mouth, while I continue to jack off Mason too, sensing that I’m bringing them closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh that’s it, Fawn, just like that,” Mason growls as I stroke his dick at a fast but steady speed, pulling Maxwell’s from my mouth just in time to turn my head and watch as Mason’s whole body tenses and stiffens, and then – with a cry – he showers my breasts and neck with hot fresh cum.
I eagerly turn back to Maxwell, taking his dick in my mouth again with a breathy sigh, focussing my full attention on him now, bobbing my head faster and faster, feeling him growing harder and harder in my mouth, kneading his balls and stroking his shaft until he too lets out a deep moan. His body tenses and then a second later he floods my throat, and this time I keep my lips wrapped tight around his pulsing cock as I swallow him back greedily, every last drop.
Once he’s spent, we all flop down onto the sheets in a sweaty, exhausted tangle with me sandwiched between them, their arms wrapping protectively around my trembling body from either side, as the reality of what I’ve just done starts to settle in.
I put my hands to my face and let out an embarrassed groan.
“I can’t believe I just ... did that,” I say through my fingers. “I’m so ashamed.”
But as I speak the word aloud, Mason quickly sits up in bed, pulling my hands from my face and searching out my eyes with his.
“Fawn, look at me,” he says, his voice and his eyes both burning with such sincerity, I have to listen to him. “There’s absolutely nothing for you to feel ashamed about. We told you, Fawn. You’re pure. Nothing you could do is wrong, or dirty. And besides, we’re all adults here, right?”
I nod, my eyes locking onto his.
“And you wanted to do this?”
Again I nod.
“And we all had fun, yes?”
“A lot of fun,” I say, a smile spreading across my face.
“In that case, I don’t think you have a single damn thing to be ashamed about.”
“I guess you’re right,” I say, letting my head fall back onto the pillow with a contented sigh.
And as Mason lies down next to me again, throwing an arm around my shoulders, I feel Maxwell cuddling into me from the other side, the warmth
of both their bodies radiating against my skinny frame as I lie snugly between them. I have no idea what time it is, and right now I really don’t care. I let my eyes close, savouring the moment.
Because in all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so safe, so protected, so content.
5
I wake the following morning in that bright, sun-filled room, wishing I could just stay here forever, snuggled between Mason and Maxwell, but deep down I know I’ve gotta face reality. The fun has to end sometime. For a start, Lisa must be going out of her freaking mind by now, wondering where the hell I am. And on top of all that, I can’t very well just carry on wearing their t-shirts, can I?
With a heavy heart, I push myself out from between them, trying to move carefully so as not to wake them, and as I pad to the bathroom, I cast an envious glance back at the two of them, sleeping so soundly. They look utterly perfect. So still. So content. Their muscular bodies rising and falling softly, spilling out from the fresh white sheets. I feel my heart crying out, wishing I could just rush back in and join them.
But instead I walk into the en-suite bathroom, wash my face, brush my teeth with a nearby toothbrush (hell, we shared more than that in the last twenty-four hours, I’m sure they won’t mind), then begin to pull that stupid black dress once more over my body.
Back at the doorway between the bedroom and the hallway, I pause, wondering how exactly I’m going to say goodbye. Do I call out and wake them? Or perhaps just leave a note? But my question is answered a moment later, when I hear Mason’s low voice, slightly muffled by the pillow.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
For a moment, I don’t even know if he’s joking. But as he turns his head to face me, his hair mussed and a light dusting of black stubble on his chiselled jaw, I can see that he’s smiling – a smile so cute and warm it melts my heart all over again. I can’t believe how close I feel to him – to both of them – already. I know how crazy it sounds, but I can’t ignore my heart. Because I’m falling for them. Hard.
“I – uh,” I begin, unsure how to phrase it. “I think it’s time for me to go ...”
“But you only just got here,” he murmurs back, still so sleepy and cute, pushing himself up onto his elbows now, the sheets falling away to reveal those gorgeous golden sculpted pecs, sending a little shiver of excitement through me as my mind flits back to last night.
“I need to see Lisa,” I begin.
“What, so she can chew you out again?” he shoots back, raising an eyebrow.
I shrug, not quite knowing how to respond. He’s right, of course. That is totally what she’s gonna do. But even so ...
“I also need a change of clothes,” I sigh, gesturing down at my stupid dress. “This is hardly appropriate for daytime wear, but it’s all I have here, and I can’t live the rest of my life in one of your oversized t-shirts, now can I, comfortable as they are.”
“Well, why don’t you check the hallway before you make your final decision,” he says cryptically.
“Huh?” I say, confused.
“Just go and check, Fawn,” he grins, like he’s hiding some big secret.
So I do as he says, turning and heading out of the bedroom and down the hall, scanning around me but not seeing anything other than the beautifully furnished apartment. And I get right to the front door before I lay eyes upon it: the huge pile of packages, all waiting there like some bundle of presents on Christmas morning. I take a step closer to them, inspecting the labels, shaking my head in confusion when I see that they’re all addressed to me, but at this apartment’s address.
What the actual hell?
“We ordered them yesterday,” Mason explains behind me, causing me to jump, then spin round to face him.
“But I don’t understand,” I murmur.
“We figured you’d need a few more clothes,” he says warmly. “So why don’t you take them through to your room and try them on while we fix some breakfast. Deal?”
I stand stock-still, speechless, my mind whirring. This is seriously one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. And it makes going back to visit Lisa even less appealing. Mason’s right. If I go back to her apartment, all she’ll do is scream at me. And it would be rude not to at least try a few of these clothes on, right?
So I gather up the huge pile of packages in my arms and carry them excitedly back to my room, just in time to see Maxwell pushing himself out of bed – totally naked – his perfect, godlike physique knocking all the air out of my lungs for a half-second.
He smiles warmly at me, totally comfortable in his own skin as he strides past me, leaving me alone in the room.
I lay the packages down on the bed, my head still spinning as I begin to open them. And when I do tear them open, assessing the contents, I can’t quite believe my eyes. Because it’s amazing. All of it. A selection of some of the nicest clothes I’ve ever seen; all things I would totally wear, but also so obviously expensive and tasteful and way out of my normal price range. There’s two pairs of beautifully cut jeans, a selection of cute t-shirts in white, pastels and stripes, a gorgeous mustard yellow polka-dot dress, and countless pairs of cute underwear. There’s even shoes – sneakers and strappy sandals. And in the last package of all a breath taking silky strapless red evening gown of the finest couture. And when I check the sizing, it’s perfect. All of it.
From the kitchen I can hear the sound of sizzling bacon.
One more day can’t hurt, right?
* * *
“This stuff fits perfectly,” I say, gesturing happily down to the outfit I picked out, as we feast on yet another incredible breakfast. “How did you guys figure out my size?”
“Let’s just say that it’s hard to get your body out of our minds,” Mason replies, quick as a flash. “But Maxwell also took a peek at the label in your dress,” he adds with a wink.
“Really, this stuff is awesome,” I continue. “You have such amazing taste.”
“You’d look gorgeous in anything, Fawn,” Mason shoots back.
There it is again. That smouldering heat; pouring from both of them. That dangerous intensity that warns me that if I stay here with them, it won’t be long before we’re fooling around again and this time, I don’t know how I’ll be able to resist going all the way.
I take a bite of my pancake – it’s delicious; sweet yet savoury, perfectly balanced, and utterly moreish. Just like them.
But as I’m eating, it occurs to me that I still know so little about these guys. I mean, last night was awesome – I don’t regret a single second of it – but it’s still so strange to think that I did all that with two guys who are practically strangers to me. They’ve been so interested in me, asking me so many questions, and I figure it’s time to turn the tables.
“So what exactly is your deal?” I blurt out, causing both of them to look up from their food in surprise.
“Our deal?” Mason repeats with a wry expression.
Normally I’d be super embarrassed right now, but instead I feel strangely confident. I smile back and nod. “I’ve told you all about me,” I announce. “So now I think it’s your turn.”
“I guess that’s fair,” Mason says, looking over to Maxwell who nods in agreement. “Well, what do you want to know?”
“For starters,” I say, “what were you like as kids? How did you grow up?”
“We were both from poor families,” Mason explains, setting down his fork, a dark sadness flickering across his face as he recalls what’s obviously a painful memory. “Neither Maxwell or I ever got anything handed to us. We grew up like brothers, both looking out for each other, in some shitty trailer park on Eight Mile, Detroit. I don’t know whose family was worse – mine or Maxwell’s. And when we were kids, we both made a pact to never ever end up like our dads.”
I cast a glance at Maxwell. He catches my eye and nods sadly, and I feel my heart flooding with sympathy for both of them, a part of me wondering if perhaps the reason he hardly speaks is
due to his difficult upbringing.
“Well, anyway,” Mason continues, “as you can probably imagine, we got out of that shit hole the first moment we could. Soon as we both looked old enough, we moved to the city and wrangled jobs as busboys in some total dive of a nightclub. It was the only job we could find, badly paid and crazy hours, and we had to hustle hard for tips just to make enough to get by, but we fell in love with the whole vibe of it and we both knew then that running a club was what we wanted to do. So we worked our fucking asses off, every hour God sent, all in the hope of building up some savings to start our own place. But after we’d paid rent and fed ourselves, the savings just didn’t increase. It wasn’t enough.”
He pauses, takes a sip of his coffee, then continues.
“We figured we needed to be smart, ruthless, do whatever it took. So that’s when we started using our brains, too, Fawn; reading up on psychology and human behaviour. And we figured we could use our muscle power, too. We’d both been in our fair share of fistfights growing up, and we’d studied martial arts as teenagers, and so it only seemed natural to take it to the next step. Illegal underground cage fighting matches ...” A smile flickers across his stubble-flecked face. “And that’s when we really started paying the rent.”
All of a sudden, I understand. The scars. The tattoos. The brooding sense of danger. I can feel the parts of the puzzle all finally locking into place, and I listen on, totally wrapped up in their story, as Mason continues.
“In a few more years we’d saved enough to open our own club,” he explains. “But we decided to leave Detroit. We wanted to go legit, clean, with no ties in a new city. A fresh start. Which is why we ended up here – the first place on the map that had what we were looking for: an empty property we could use as a club. It was a fucking tiny place, compared to our clubs now, but back then we knew how to make it work on what little money we had. The key was exclusivity. We pulled some strings, got some celebrities interested, and with a lot of blood, sweat and tears we actually managed to make a success of it. But we couldn’t have done it on our own. It was teamwork. If it was just me, or just Maxwell? The whole thing would have taken twice as long.”
