by Lauren Bliss
I’m expecting them to get angry at my outburst, but instead they each take one of my hands, remaining totally cool and calm despite my bitter tirade.
“You’re special, Fawn,” Maxwell says urgently, as always causing me to listen to him – breaking his silence to tell me. “And what we did together was special. You’re in our lives now.”
“We don’t care about the rest of the world and nor do you,” Mason adds. “Think about it. There’s a reason you’re different from Lisa. We know you, Fawn. Deep down, you’ve always felt different, haven’t you? Felt different from your friends, from your family? That’s because you were meant for something else, Fawn. Something special. You can’t run from this, any more than we can. It’s only just beginning. And you owe it to yourself – and to us – to stay and explore this. There’s still so much possibility.”
I pause, wiping away my tears, thinking about what they’ve just said.
They’re right. This is only the start.
I know I’ve only met them a few days ago, but I do know them. I feel as comfortable with Mason and Maxwell as if I’ve known them my entire life. And I sink into the sofa, curled between both of them. I’m exhausted from my outburst and as they cradle me, I fall gently to sleep.
* * *
When I wake up, I’m no longer in the living room but in the bedroom. I look around, and just as I hoped, there are Mason and Maxwell. I get the feeling that they haven’t left my side this whole time.
“We figured you needed to grab some sleep, so we carried you in here,” Mason explains, brushing the hair from my eyes.
And as I look back at him, I’m hungry again – hungry for both of them.
It’s like we can’t get enough of each other; fingers fumbling, mouths crushed together as the bright fresh morning sunlight streams in through the window as we tangle in a passionate kiss.
In seconds, the kiss has reached boiling point and I’ve shifted onto my knees in front of them, turning my attention to Mason, then Maxwell, then Mason again, enjoying the soft moans and sighs the guys are making as I start to toy with their cocks.
But my fingers aren’t enough and soon I want more. I give in to my urge, leaning forward and trailing hungry kisses on Maxwell’s chest, until my back’s arched and my ass is in the air and my head’s in his lap, as I start to work my lips up and down his rock hard shaft, teasing his balls with my fingers, while Mason moves behind me in the bed.
“Raise that ass up for me, princess,” Mason growls, and I gasp as I feel his hands around my waist, hitching me up a little, and then the hardness of his cock grazing my inner thigh as I spread my legs wider for him. I shiver with delight as I begin to kiss and nuzzle Maxwell’s chest again, savoring the salty musk of his sweat, while one of Mason’s hands moves between my legs, tracing such slow perfect circles over my clit that I moan again.
But I try to stay focused on Maxwell, moving my kisses down over his abs, then further, once more wrapping my fingers around his cock and tenderly kissing him there, flicking my tongue up and down his shaft, and massaging his full tight balls.
I love the way he groans, when I finally take him in my mouth again, his hardness throbbing powerfully against my tongue as I bob my head, sucking him in a slow sensual rhythm, while his fingers move to my nipples, teasing and tugging at them until they grow into two tight, hard little buds of flesh.
And all the while, Mason’s there behind me, playing with my pussy until I’m so fucking wet I can feel the honey spilling down my thighs.
I can feel my whole body crying out to be filled, but I continue to focus on Maxwell as he starts to buck his hips, one hand moving into my hair now, winding it so tightly around his fist that I gasp for a moment as a sharp pain mingles in with the sweetness as he begins to fuck my mouth, his other hand still coaxing electric shivers of pleasure from my nipples, his cock throbbing, filling up my mouth so completely, my tongue flicking in circles around the silky head.
Meanwhile, Mason must have shifted onto his back, because all of a sudden I feel his hands on my hips, urging my pussy down towards his face. I let him pull me back until I’m positioned right over him, his hands on my ass, pulling me towards his mouth.
I cry out around Maxwell’s cock as Mason’s tongue touches against my clit, then flicks lower, pushing deep inside me, and as the pleasure races through me in deep powerful pulses, I hear him groan too, as he laps and licks at me, so hungrily, so urgently, as all the while I continue to suck Maxwell, knowing from the sheer hardness of his cock that it won’t be long until he explodes.
“You’re pussy’s so sweet, princess,” Mason murmurs between my legs. “I could kiss it all fucking day ...”
As I suck faster and faster, I begin to ride Mason’s face, grinding my pussy hard against him, feeling his hands on my buttocks, urging me back and forth against his mouth. And as he tongues my clit, I feel his hands spreading my ass, and a hot rough fingertip resting gently against my asshole.
I moan, as his tongue pushes deeper inside me while his finger pushes a little way into my ass, my legs spread wide, my breasts bouncing, as I ride his mouth for all I’m worth.
All of a sudden, Maxwell’s hand tightens in my hair, gripping me tight in place, and then my mouth is flooded with hot cum, sending me over the edge too, my whole body bucking, as Mason sucks my clit between his soft full lips, the pleasure so intense that it fogs my head completely and I shiver and gasp, pushing even harder against him.
But I’ve hardly time to recover from my orgasm before he’s pulling me downward, urging me back towards his cock, which is jutting up, rock-solid, from between his muscular thighs. And he must have been planning this all along, because I notice he’s already sheathed himself with a condom.
I feel the tenderness of my nipples grazing his chest, as his fingers move into my hair, his lips now sucking on my neck, while between my legs I feel the white heat of his cock, pressing against my lips.
I ease backwards, so slowly it causes him to groan, and I feel myself taking him, his thickness stretching me wide as he slips inside me, inch by inch, so deep that I almost can’t take it, as all the while Maxwell watches on, flushed and happy, sprawled on the bed beside us.
“Damn, princess,” Mason growls, his cock slamming hard into me now, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of this tight little pussy ...”
And I want to reply, but I can’t, I’m too lost in my own pleasure now, only sighs and whimpers falling from my mouth as he begins to plunder me, bucking his hips, fucking me faster and harder than I’ve ever been fucked before, his cock pounding me, while his other hand moves once more to my clit, thumbing it as our lips crush together, our bodies shiny and slick from the intensity and from our passion, both of us crying out as we come simultaneously, my body quaking, and Mason’s pulsing cock driven so deep inside me, so perfect a feeling that I wish this moment would last forever ...
7
“Don’t you guys ever work?” I tease, a little later that evening. “I thought you ran a successful series of clubs!”
We’re hanging out in the living room, lounging on the couch, a happy tangle of bodies – just enjoying each other’s company.
“We’ve worked hard all our lives,” Mason replies, matching my teasing tone. “But now we’re in control, we have people we trust running the business. You’re the most important thing for us to focus on right now, Fawn.”
My heart flushes with happiness at his words, and I feel so fucking lucky – so fucking special. It’s another one of those pinch me moments, when I almost can’t believe this is really happening.
“So anyway,” Mason says, “what do you want to do tonight?”
“Actually?” I smile back. “I kinda had an idea ...”
I can feel my heart rate increase as I speak, wondering if I’m really gonna be brave enough to act out the naughty little plan I’ve been cooking up in my head. Because, there’s something in particular I want to try out – with both of them – a
nd I just hope they’ll let me live out my fantasy.
“Oh yeah?” Mason grins back, arching a thick dark eyebrow. “And what was that, princess?”
“You’ll see,” I giggle coquettishly. “Or actually ... maybe you won’t.”
I enjoy watching the confusion spread further across his face, and Maxwell is obviously just as intrigued.
“Wait there,” I say, pushing myself up off the couch and heading through to the nearest bedroom, where I quickly root around in one of their closets until I find just what I’m looking for – a couple of expensive looking silk ties.
“What are those for?” Mason asks, as I stroll back into the living room, swinging a tie in each hand.
“Why don’t you boys each pull up a chair and find out?” I shoot back.
I can tell they’re both down for whatever’s about to happen next, and I’m glad I don’t need to give them too much more instruction, because I’m already blushing and fighting back my embarrassment. You see, it’s so unlike me to take control, but right now I’m loving every second of it, and I just know I wouldn’t have this newfound confidence if it wasn’t for both of them.
They do just as I ask: each grabbing a chair from the dining table and setting it in the centre of the room.
There’s music playing on the stereo – a sultry, sexy RnB number – and I start to slow-dance in front of them, feeling their hungry eyes taking me in from head to toe as I wind my body in time to the beat. It’s so crazy. Before I met them, I always felt totally embarrassed dancing – like some gawky, awkward teenager with two left feet. But right now I actually feel sexy. And the way Mason and Maxwell are watching me, I feel beautiful too.
I stalk towards them, circling them, just like they did to me, pausing first behind Maxwell and slipping one of the silk ties over his eyes, and tying it tightly behind his head. Then I do the same to Mason, tying my second makeshift blindfold firmly in place. Then I stand back to survey my work, hands on hips and a naughty smile flickering across my lips.
Two smoking hot guys who are all mine, to have fun with however I please.
“Now just sit back and enjoy the ride boys,” I announce in a sultry purr.
I watch Mason’s thick pink lips curl at the corners. But it isn’t just his face that tells me he’s enjoying this little game. Because a quick glance between his legs gives me all the information I need; the outline of his hard cock, pushing against his pants. And a glance over at Maxwell tells me that he’s just as turned on, too.
I begin by resting my hands on Mason’s spread legs, leaning in and kissing him gently on the lips, but pulling away just as the kiss becomes more intense, leaving him sitting there frustrated. Then I do the exact same thing to Maxwell, again pulling my lips away just at the exact moment he yearns for more.
Next I move back to Mason, kneeling before him and slooowwwly unzipping his pants, freeing him there.
Damn. He’s so hard, his cock jutting upwards, hard as rock and softly pulsing in anticipation of whatever comes next. Part of me wants to just reach down between his legs and wrap my fingers around it, but I hold back, knowing that this will be even more fun if I tease him for a little while longer first.
So again, I leave him hanging, moving once more to Maxwell, unzipping him too, just as slowly as his best friend – and what a surprise. He’s just as fucking ready for me.
I feel a flash of anticipation shudder through me, as I run through my naughty little plan in my head for a final time. Because trust me, when I’m done with them, these boys won’t know just what hit them.
Next I take a long slow circle around them both, keeping my eyes fixed on them both, enjoying the building anticipation and the pulsing beat of the music, which almost seems in time now with the steady pounding of my heart.
It feels so cool to be in control for once; to be able to drink them in with my eyes for as long as I damn well want.
But eventually I stop my circling, coming to a stop in front of Maxwell, still sitting so patiently in his chair, waiting for whatever comes next, his chiseled body just inches from my own, his cock still so damn hard, his tanned muscular physique all mine, to play with and tease, just as much or as little as my heart desires.
So I reach out and draw a finger lightly down his stubble-flecked cheek, then along the edge of his thick, sensuous bottom lip. And at my touch, his mouth opens a little and I feel his tongue brush my fingertip as he tries to suck my finger greedily into his mouth. But I quickly pull it away, leaving him once again frustrated.
Next I let my touch stray further downwards, over his taught, tanned pecs, my fingers tracing light circles around his small oval nipples through the soft cloth of his t-shirt. And as I do so, I wonder if my touch sends shivers down his spine, the way his always seems to do whenever he plays with my tender breasts.
Finally I place both palms on his rock-hard, muscular thighs, then plant a quick kiss on his lips, before turning my attention to his thick hard cock, impressed that it’s stayed so fucking rock-solid this whole time. I lower to my knees, using Maxwell’s thighs to steady myself, until my face is level with that hot, hard piece of flesh standing proudly between his legs, finally giving in to the temptation to run my tongue gently all the way up and down the silky smooth length of his shaft, teasing a soft groan from his lips as I let my kiss extend to his pearly pink head, feeling his thighs tense for a moment as I take him all the way into my mouth now. I bob my head, working my lips slowly up and down his shaft, feeling him swell yet further against my tongue, so impossibly big and hard he’s filling my mouth completely.
But although I want to speed up, I force myself to keep my motions slow and steady, my hands placed firmly on his thighs, my head bobbing, as I work him right up to boiling point, enjoying hearing his sighs and feeling his shudders, as his hips buck a little in response.
But just at the moment when I should double my speed, instead I pull away completely, leaving him once more tense and frustrated, his cock now wet and slick from my kisses, his muscular body tense and expectant, his breathing fast and shallow, and his sensuous lips parted, as he wonders what I might do next.
And this is when I turn my attention back to Mason, who’s been waiting patiently this whole time for whatever I’ve got in store for him ...
Again, I can feel that brave confident girl inside me taking control, urging me forwards, stalking towards my prey like a panther, as I lower myself to my knees, letting my lips graze tantalizingly gently against Mason’s swollen cock, letting my tongue tease and tickle him just as I did to Maxwell.
I hear him sigh, softly, and I feel a shiver of both pleasure and pride.
I draw him further into my mouth with my tongue, closing my lips tight around his shaft and bobbing my head as I suck him, and he begins to move his hips, his hardness gliding between my lips with a rough urgency as he strains to fuck my mouth harder. I even feel his hands move into my hair, but I sternly push them away.
“No touching,” I growl, letting his rock-hard cock drop from my mouth and fall against his toned stomach with a meaty thud. “I’m the one calling the shots here ... And no dirty talk, either. You just stay silent like a good little boy ...”
I push myself back to my feet, registering the hot dampness in my panties as I take a satisfied step back to enjoy the scene before me.
Two guys, just for me.
I pace back to Maxwell and stand there before him, my whole body pulsing with anticipation. My nipples are so fucking hard they’re almost painful and my pussy is throbbing madly, as I reach beneath my dress and tug off my panties, stepping out of them as I move towards him.
“Do you trust me?” I whisper in his ear, and he nods. “Good,” I murmur. “Because I trust you, too.”
Then I throw an arm around his neck and straddle him, reaching between my legs with my other hand and taking hold of his unsheathed cock, guiding myself slowly down onto it, gasping as I feel the hot slick heat of him stretching my pussy wide.
He g
rowls with pleasure, his hands moving to my ass as his hips starting to buck, and just like that he begins to take me, fucking me faster and faster. I moan, throwing both arms around his neck as the pleasure inside me. And before I know it, I’m coming hard on his cock, my whole body shuddering and quaking.
“Come for me, Maxwell,” I moan, and a moment later he does, his whole body tensing as I feel him unload, deep in my pussy, flooding me with liquid warmth.
I steal a final hungry kiss from his lips, then ease myself off him, my body still trembling from my orgasm, my legs threatening to buckle beneath me.
But I’m not finished just yet. Oh no.
I pace back to Mason, and straddle him now, in just the same way as Maxwell, only this time when I take his cock in my hand, I guide it further backwards, right between my cheeks.
“Like this, Mason,” I whisper in his ear. “I want you to take me here.”
And I gently touch the head of his rock hard cock against the tender opening to my ass. He nods, reaching out and spreading my buttocks wide with his hands, as the hot slick head of his cock eases up against my tight little hole.
For a moment I wonder if I won’t be able to yield for him. But I try my hardest to relax, gently pushing down on him a little further, letting my muscles slacken as much as I’m able, his tongue slipping into my mouth, and my trembling arms clasped tight around his neck.
There’s a final shivering pause, and then all of a sudden I feel him slip inside me, stretching me so damn wide I whimper into his mouth, kissing him like crazy, not sure if I can fit any more than that first thick inch of him inside myself, but desperate to try anyway.
I feel his hands spreading my ass wider, coaxing me even further, and very gently he bucks his hips, pushing another hot hard inch of himself inside.
