by Lauren Bliss
“Wow, that’s amazing,” I say, still trying to take the whole thing in.
“And look at us now,” Mason adds with a laugh. “We own a whole damn string of clubs and restaurants. We’re even branching out – we’re in talks about launching our own range of premium small batch vodka next year. Hell, the sky’s the limit. So, anything else you want to know, princess?”
I blush to my roots when he calls me that, but secretly enjoy it too, and I sit back in my chair for a moment wracking my brains. There is another question that’s been gnawing at me this whole time; one that the old Fawn would never dare ask. But I decide to just throw caution to the wind and say it.
“So what about girls?” I ask. “Do you always share girls, too?”
Mason’s eyes widen a little and I can tell I’ve caught him on the back foot. But after a half second’s pause, he speaks, his handsome face growing surprisingly serious.
“Like we’ve said, we’ve dedicated ourselves to our work. It’s always come first. There’s been no time for relationships until recently. But yeah, we’ve found we do have the same taste in women, and yes, we have shared them before – if girls have been into the idea. I know that probably seems a little daunting and strange to you, but for us it’s normal – it’s how we’ve done everything in life.”
“Cool,” I say quietly, unable to ignore a sharp pang of jealousy as I imagine the string of girls that have enjoyed them before me, all the girls who have been made to feel just as special as I do now.
And then, out of nowhere, Maxwell speaks.
“But we’ve never met anyone like you before, Fawn,” he says.
It’s so crazy – this is only the second time I’ve heard him speak – and as such I can’t help but believe him, knowing that he only ever opens his mouth when he has something important to say.
“It’s true, princess,” Mason nods in agreement. “You’re one of a kind.”
Again, I find myself marvelling at how in tune these guys are – like they can read each other’s minds.
“We don’t want you to go just yet,” Mason says, his voice urgent and sincere, his dark eyes blazing. “Stay one more day, Fawn. And one more night.”
I take a deep breath, looking from him to Maxwell then back again. And then my face breaks into a smile.
* * *
Once I’ve made my decision, it’s like all my stress melts away, and I really do feel ‘in the moment’ for maybe the first time in my life.
The guys spend all afternoon in the kitchen, cooking up another feast, while I take the longest soak in the tub, then giddily try on all the gorgeous clothes they’ve chosen for me, modelling them one by one in the mirror, trying to choose the perfect outfit for tonight. But in the end, there’s only one option. It has to be that that amazing red silk evening gown. I don’t even need to ask. I know they chose it with tonight in mind, and I have the feeling that this evening is gonna be special.
I’m not stupid. I know where all this is leading. I know why they want me to stay another night. And the more I turn the idea over in my mind, the more I understand that I want it, too – maybe even more than them ...
I can’t help it. I’ve fallen for them, for both of them, and I know deep down that if I passed up this amazing opportunity, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.
Just as I’m admiring how transformed I am by the red dress, how elegant I suddenly look, twirling happily in the mirror, watching it float out from around my bare legs, I sense Mason’s presence in the doorway.
“Dinner is served, Madam,” he says with mock seriousness, imitating an English butler.
I turn and follow him through to the living room, and what I see waiting for me there makes me gasp. Because they’ve totally transformed the room – turning their bachelor pad into a scene from some fairy tale. It’s lit with hundreds of candles, glittering away like jewels, and they’ve laid the table as if it’s the most perfect, intimate restaurant – with three places set out around it.
All of a sudden, I start giggling. It comes out of nowhere, and I can do little to stop it, clasping my hand to my mouth as I wait for my laughter to finish.
“What? What is it?” Mason asks, his handsome face thrown into confusion and concern. “Have we done something wrong?”
“No, no,” I explain, shaking my head, once I can breathe again. “This is amazing, really. I just feel so ... special. It’s crazy. I guess I’m just not very good at handling this kind of attention.”
“You’re our princess, Fawn,” Mason says, taking my chin in his hand and lifting my face to his. “You do know that, right?”
I nod, unable to speak now, as he leans in to kiss me, once again melting as his lips touch against mine. Then I pull away to gaze hungrily at Maxwell, too, wanting nothing more than to just jump into bed with both of them, now. Never mind the dinner, I want to tear off their fucking clothes, to give myself to them completely, right here, right now.
“Hey, hey,” Mason murmurs, as if he can read that hungry look in my eye. “Let’s eat. No need to rush anything. We have all night ...”
* * *
The food is incredible, of course. Rich, succulent beef in a delicate red wine sauce, with tender steamed vegetables, all washed down with the most delicious wine I’ve ever tasted. And as I’m eating, I think again about how wrong I was about these guys when I first met them.
I admit it.
That first time I saw them? I thought they were nothing more than hulking, alpha beefcakes – the kind of guys you usually find prowling around in clubs. And yes, they are alpha; but in a way I don’t think I’ve ever encountered before. It’s like their idea of masculinity is to be the absolute best at everything – to broaden their knowledge, to succeed at business, and of course to cook like gourmet chefs.
“Last night was amazing,” I say, spurred on by the wine, as we all finish eating.
“I hope tonight is even better,” Mason shoots back at me, deadly serious, setting down his fork.
This is it. It’s happening. Now.
I can feel my heart drumming in my ribcage as they both get up from the table, circling until they’re standing either side of me, each taking a hand and helping me to my feet. I don’t know which way to turn. I look from Mason to Maxwell and back again, their dark eyes blazing with desire as they lead me once more towards the bedroom.
In the doorway, I stop, turning to face Mason, unable to hold off from kissing him, and as I do, I feel Maxwell’s arms wrap around me from behind. I push back into him, grinding my ass against him, as my lips crush against Mason’s eagerly.
I moan into his mouth, as I feel Maxwell’s hands easing up my dress until it’s riding around my waist, the hard bulge of his cock straining at his suit pants as it grinds against my ass, while Mason pushes his tongue deep into my mouth, my hands moving into his thick black hair, gripping on tight as my whole body trembles and shivers with anticipation.
God, it feels so delicious to be sandwiched between them like this, but after a moment I force myself to break away, pushing out from between them and leading the way towards the bed. Because right now, I need to be the one in control. If this is going to happen, it’s going to happen on my terms.
As I walk towards the bed, I can hear their footsteps behind me, closing up the distance between us, and just as I reach the bed, I feel hands grabs my waist from behind, drawing me backward, eager hands racing urgently up my body then gently tugging the straps of my dress down over my shoulders, baring me.
I close my eyes, my breath trembling as a moment later my bra is unhooked, and in a moment they’ve uncovered me completely, the cool air against my tender breasts, replaced a half second later by the rough warmth of either Mason or Maxwell’s palms.
I moan, grinding my ass back against whichever of them is behind me, feeling my dress sliding down my thighs then pooling around my ankles. I push off my panties, too, so that I’m fully naked.
“We need you so badly, Fawn,” Mason murmurs
in my ear, his voice low and thick with desire.
“I need you too,” I reply in a half moan, a gasp falling from my lips as his hands move to my ass, but this time I pull away, turning to face them both, my whole body feeling as if it’s been set on fire, flaming with desire.
I take a few steps backwards, then let myself fall onto the sheets, spreading my legs wide, offering myself to them.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” I purr.
As I watch them quickly get undressed, uncovering their beautiful, perfectly proportioned bodies, I feel my body crying out to them – the slow yet insistent throb of my clit, and the hard tightening of my nipples.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Fawn,” Maxwell growls, as he pushes off his boxers, uncovering that big hard cock, with its delicious upward curve.
“He’s right,” Mason agrees, pushing off his shorts too, showing that he’s just as hard – just as ready. “You’re the most beautiful fucking creature we’ve ever seen ...”
The two men move towards me, climbing onto the bed either side of me, covering my naked body with their hands, their mouths. I feel so tiny and fragile between them, as I savor once again the healthy glow of their skin, my senses filling with their delicious heady musk.
“Close your eyes, princess,” Mason whispers in my ear.
And I do as he says, closing my eyes, my body trembling as I give myself up to them both completely. I sigh, as I feel hands once more enclosing my breasts – fingers tweaking at my nipples. And then my sigh turns to a moan as a tongue flicks at my clit, and more hands push my thighs further apart, the tongue teasing my hole, working deeper and deeper inside me while the hands cup my ass, lifting me off the bed and grinding me against his mouth.
A moment later, I feel something velvety and hard brushing against my lips, and I extend my tongue and bob my head, taking the it eagerly into my mouth, wrapping my lips tight around the shaft, stifling my moans as the tongue dances against my clit, while expert fingers spread my folds, working first one then two fingers deep inside me.
In answer I spread my legs even wider, my whole body crying out to them, singing with that sweet familiar ache – an emptiness right at the center of me that for the first time in my life is about to be filled ...
The cock slides from my mouth and the hands move from between my legs, and I realize it’s time. I keep my eyes closed and try to relax, but I can feel my whole body tensing up. I’ve never felt so tight.
“You okay, baby?” Mason asks gently, his voice like treacle in the darkness, the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open somewhere in the background.
I nod, the breath shivering past my lips.
“Just relax, and give yourself to us,” he says, before moving I feel lips closing against mine for the longest, slowest kiss. And between my legs, I feel a hand stroking me there again, teasing my clit. Then it happens – an unmistakable hot hardness pressing against me, right at my center.
I let my body relax as much as I’m able, melting at his kiss, as the heat and hardness presses just a little further inside me.
I gasp and stiffen again, as I feel the sharp sting of pain, too, just for a moment. But it’s the kind of pain that’s also tied up with pleasure, and as the cock pushes even further inside me, the initial pain is already giving way, the sensation of being filled so hot now, so fucking delicious ...
I moan and whimper, keeping my eyes closed, not wanting to know if it’s Mason or Maxwell who’s guiding even more of himself inside me, stretching me wide that I feel like I might split right in two, and still there seems to be more of him.
Again, I feel another cock pushing gently at my lips and with a soft sigh, I take it in my mouth, sucking greedily on it, as the other begins to ease in and out of my pussy, slow yet steady, each movement causing fresh shivers of pleasure to well up inside me and radiate around my body.
“Jesus, Fawn,” I hear Mason gasp in the darkness, his breath hot against my neck, as a rough hand moves now to my breast, thumbing my left nipple to a rock hard little bud. “You’re so fucking perfect ...”
I tremble and shiver, as they both begin to take me, slowly and gently, as if they can both read my thoughts and are responding accordingly, as if they both know instinctively that my first time needs to be tender ...
As one of them rocks his hips, sliding his hot thickness in and out of me, each time pushing back inside me just a little deeper, the other fucks my mouth with the same slow, steady motions, until I’m totally overwhelmed by the sensation – all our bodies melding and moving as one.
And there’s a moment, too, when they switch around in the darkness, trading places, but all the while I keep my eyes tightly closed; the whole thing seeming like a blur, a whirl, a cascade of pure pleasure and sensation.
Soon enough, we’ve settled again into a steady rhythm, both of them taking me at either end, until I can feel my pleasure building, slow yet steady. And holy hell, I’ve got the feeling this is going to be so much more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever felt before. Within moments its building inside me until I’m moaning and crying and trembling beneath them, but even so the feeling builds and builds yet further, each fresh shockwave of pleasure more intense than the last.
Finally I open my eyes, to find that it’s Maxwell I’m sucking on, while Mason is fucking me. I look deep into his eyes, sensing that he’s clearly holding off for me, knowing that he can push me to even greater heights before he comes.
“Come for me, princess,” he growls. “Come on that big dick for me ...”
And with a final soft muffled cry, I do, the intense rush hitting me all at once as I suck hard on Maxwell’s cock, my body bucking and thrashing beneath the two of them, my pussy clenching tight around Mason’s cock as he pushes inside me. And then a moment later I feel him let go, too, buried so deep inside me, his whole body tense and shuddering, a low growl escaping his lips as he explodes within me, while at the same time, I feel Maxwell flood my throat with liquid heat.
As we all collapse onto the sheets, sweaty and panting, our limbs tangled together, my thoughts turn to my past: to my virginity. I never tried to bring the subject up, but inevitably people would find out I was a virgin, and whenever they asked what I was saving myself for, I could never really answer properly. I always felt like such a prude, such a square.
But now I know.
This was my destiny. I was waiting for something different. Something special and magical and truly mind-blowing.
And with Mason and Maxwell, I think I’ve finally found it.
6
The next day I wake up dazed, my thoughts floating hazily. Just another regular morning ... right? And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. Last night. For a split second it doesn’t even seem real. But the burly bulk of both their bodies – one either side of me – tells me that yep, that very much definitely happened.
And despite everything, despite how much I fucking wanted this, my stupid prudish brain starts piling on the regret in a whole crazy sequence ...
Did I really just do that?
Did I really just lose my virginity to not one but two men at once?
Two men I hardly even know?
This is fucking crazy!
I’ve only been in this city for a few days and look at me now!
What the holy hell is even happening to me?
Who even am I any more?
Make no mistake. It felt so damn right last night but in the cold sober light of morning, I start to wonder if I’ve made a mistake.
It’s simply not what you do.
After all, it was Cinderella and her prince ... not princes.
All of a sudden I feel trapped and stuffy, and I know that I need to get out of here, just for a while, just to clear my head. So I gently slip out from between them, grabbing a fresh stripy t-shirt and a pair of simple black jeans from the pile of brand new clothes, then carry my outfit through to the farthest bathroom in the apartment – not wanting to make any noise that might
wake them.
I quickly wash my face and comb my hair, then slip on a pair of sneakers, padding back through to the living room to grab my purse, figuring I’ll slip out of the apartment for a while, maybe find a coffee shop where I can sit with my thoughts – and try to figure out the whole stupid mess of my life.
But as I’m leaving the bathroom, I discover both Mason and Maxwell waiting for me in the living room, clad in nothing more than hastily thrown on boxer briefs: another visual reminder of our fun last night.
“Fawn, is something wrong?” Mason says in a low, concerned tone.
“I don’t know,” I murmur, unable to meet his eye. “I guess I’m just a little ... shook up about what happened? I actually feel a little ... dizzy ...”
It feels like the room is spinning around me and I even worry I might black out. But in moments they’ve raced over to me, hugging me from each side, Mason brushing the hair from my eyes, while Maxwell cradles my waist.
“There’s nothing to be shook up about,” Mason murmurs gently, as he lifts me up in his arms like I weigh nothing at all, carrying me tenderly over to the sofa.
But I shake my head in anger and confusion, feeling the panic swirling around inside me like a hurricane. And before I know it, I’ve burst into tears, my whole body shaking as I sob my damn heart out.
“Talk to us, Fawn,” Maxwell urges. “Tell us what you’re thinking.”
“I can’t believe what I’ve done,” I admit in a small, shaky voice. “I’m a fucking whore. I was saving myself, Mason. I was warned about guys like you. How many times have you done this, anyway? And how the fuck do you expect me to face my friends and family again after this?”
