Garrett just shrugged and came closer. “Batteries have bad stuff in them, you know. All those nasty chemicals. You should keep them away from such an important area on your body.” He kneeled in front of her now, and he pressed his fingers against the crotch of her jeans. Pleasure sparked through her. He always found her clit, no matter what was in his way. Maybe that was why she lived in a constant state of arousal now. They made her feel beautiful and sexy, and their constant desire for her made her more confident in herself. And it was not just in the sex department. They made her feel as though her hopes and dreams were not stupid, that she could make everything happen if she just worked for it.
Dalton reclined on his side and eyed her. “Someday we’re going to make you wear that under your clothes all day.”
Madeline’s pussy creamed at the heat in his words. She bit down on her lip and watched as the looks on their faces turned from playfully smoldering to flat-out aroused and turned-on.
Garrett held out his hand, the little clit stimulator dangling from the thin elastic band it was attached to. It looked like a G-string with a little purple silicone kitten on the front.
She eyed the sex toy and then let her glance fall on the two of them. Their mighty chests heaved, and she took them in from their broad shoulders to their lean, narrow hips. She loved how different their bodies were from hers. She reveled in their masculine strength, in the sinewy way they moved.
She had to have them. Now. It had been too long, and they were so close now, so handsome and strong and beautiful. She had missed their touch, their scent, the way her body came alive when they were near. When Dalton moved in and pressed his lips against hers, she opened for him automatically, wanting nothing but the real him, the real them, unchained and wild. No artifice or any seduction. She wanted something they had never given any other woman before her or, God forbid, after her. She shied away from those thoughts and focused on Dalton’s lips, which were soft upon hers. She constantly forgot that they were not as hard as the constant smirk he wore. But he was so different when he touched her. He was so gentle, so attentive, so thorough.
Dalton lightly cupped her neck and jaw and tilted her chin up toward him, giving him more access, more control. She let him have his way with her mouth, loving it when he pulled away and pressed kisses along her cheekbone, her eyebrow, her nose. Then Garrett crowded her from behind, his now bare skin touching hers, and peeled the light cardigan down her arms. He left it just above her elbows, trapping her arms behind her with her breasts offered up like an homage to them, the sex gods.
Dalton watched, something darkly erotic twinkling in his eyes. It sent lust swirling through her veins, slow and thick, like molasses. His fingers slid down her neck and tangled in her bra straps, easing them down her shoulders until the cups sagged away from her breasts. The material brushed against the tips of her nipples, and she sucked in a breath between her teeth. Dalton saw everything, of course, and his lips curled into the most hedonistic smile she had ever seen as he peeled her bra cups down and used them to prop her breasts up for his feasting.
He picked up a strawberry and bit into it, and she watched, hypnotized, as his jaw flexed as he chewed. Her pussy throbbed and creamed, and she could not wait for him to touch her, to fuck her. Her tongue flicked out on her own lips, wanting to lick the deep red juice that beaded in the corner of Dalton’s mouth. But he just did the job for her, much to her disappointment.
“But I wanted to do that,” she protested.
Dalton held her still with his gaze. “Maybe some other time.”
Then he pressed the juicy flesh of the strawberry against her nipple and made her nipple pucker even more. He did the same to her other nipple, then lapped the juices up with his tongue.
Her skin was so sensitive that it seemed as if he were licking every inch of her. She felt each flick of his tongue, every swirling lick over her nipples, each sensation chasing the next until her whole being was riddled with feeling. She clutched at his head, pressing him closer to her breasts, her heart. Every tug and sucking sensation shot hot sparks of pleasure to her cunt. With Dalton working her breasts, Madeline felt the distinct emptiness in her pussy, and she desperately needed it to be filled and stretched to beyond its limits.
Garrett’s hands skimmed down her torso from his position behind her and fiddled with the waistband of her jeans, his skilled fingers unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans before she realized that was his intent. She whimpered in desperation, eager to feel what only they could make her feel. Her clit was ready to explode, and she was ready to start barking out orders.
When the hell did they decide they would take their damn sweet time about this?
“Garrett,” she groaned between her teeth.
He kissed her shoulder and smiled against her skin. “Yes?”
Dalton nipped the sensitive underside of her breast, and she almost shrieked. “Garrett, please.”
Garrett chuckled under his breath, and his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. She did not care that her panties were damp from how turned on she was, and she was not in the proper frame of mind to be embarrassed. Let them know how much she wanted them, for all she cared. Maybe they would take pity on her and get to it before she lost her damn mind.
“Damn, Madeline,” Garrett growled in her ear. “You’re wet for us, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Garrett’s masterful fingers started sliding between her pussy lips, just grazing over her swollen clit.
“No! No, don’t tease,” she begged.
She could hear the grin in his tone when he said, “Come on, babe, move your hips up.”
Madeline lifted her hips off the ground, and Dalton pulled them down her legs along with her panties, exposing her wet pussy. He tossed her pants off to the side.
“Spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”
Madeline swallowed and did as he commanded, inching her thighs apart until her cunt was on display.
Dalton’s nostrils flared, and his eyes fastened between her legs so intensely she was almost tempted to shut her legs. He delivered a light, sharp smack to her pussy. “Wider,” he commanded.
Madeline’s cheeks and clit burned, but then the sting turned into pleasure, warm, gooey pleasure that gathered in her clit. She moaned and fought the urge to use her fingers on herself.
Garrett’s hands locked under her knees and opened them wider for Dalton’s viewing pleasure.
“Perfect. Stay like that.” Dalton pressed the blunt tip of his finger against her clit, and she jumped in Garrett’s grip, the solid wall of his naked chest against her back the only thing grounding her to reality. “You’re so wet, so ready.” Dalton’s finger trailed down her slit, and he pressed into her cunt without any preamble of seduction, which turned her on even more. She loved that he took complete ownership of her body and pleasure.
Her pussy clamped down on his finger, desperate to be filled even more.
“You like it, don’t you?” Dalton almost growled.
“Oh, God, yes.” Her head thrashed on Garrett’s chest, and her thighs strained against his hold.
“Damn, you’re tight.” He fucked his fingers into her, using the fact that she was spread high and wide to his advantage. Her orgasm gathered quickly, little pulses of pleasure starting to grow in intensity.
Then he pulled back, and she almost cursed him. Until Dalton turned and picked up the little toy from where it lay on the blanket. He took his sweet time sliding the elastic bands up her legs, and his fingers lingered on the insides of her thighs as Garrett rolled her nipples between his fingers. She lifted her body toward their hands, desperate for more. The ache in her pussy demanded fulfillment, and her clit throbbed heavily with every beat of her heart.
Holding her gaze in his, Dalton snapped the elastic bands around her hips, and the vibrator thrummed against her clit. Madeline’s whole body stiffened, and she cried out, her words jumbled. Heady, juicy sensation flowed through her body, and she opened all
of her senses to it. She felt each buzzing pulse in her clit from the vibrator, the twirling sensations in her belly from Garrett’s ministrations on her breasts, and she felt Dalton’s fingers playing along her wet slit. She opened her legs wider in blatant invitation, and he slid the G-string out of the way and pressed his index finger inside her cunt, the stimulator still humming away over her swollen, sensitive clit.
Dalton curled his fingers inside her and pressed against her G-spot, and oh, God, shards of pleasure spiked through her, radiating out from her pussy to the rest of her body, making her arms and legs and fingers and toes sizzle and come alive. Deep, hot pleasure coiled in her groin, and she sucked in a breath between her teeth.
“She’s close, Dalton,” Garrett said from above her.
Madeline realized her eyed were closed and opened them to find that her head lay in Garrett’s lap, his hard cock pressing against the front of his pants. He grinned down at her and shifted so that he kneeled beside her head and unzipped his pants. His thick, hard cock sprang out of its confines and pointed right at her, a pearly drop gathering at his slit. An answering rush of arousal seeped out of her pussy, and she raised her head up off the blanket and flicked her tongue over his cockhead, tasting him.
Garrett’s head snapped back on his shoulders. “Fuck.”
Thrilled with her ability to bring him pleasure, Madeline propped herself up on her elbows and stretched her lips over his dick, sucking him inside her mouth and running the flat surface of her tongue over the underside of his cockhead.
She gazed up at his virile body as she sucked him off, entranced by the sight of his abs tightening as she pumped her head up and down his cock. His belly quivered with his labored breathing, and his thighs twitched.
Then Dalton pushed another finger inside her pussy, and she moaned around Garrett’s cock, making him curse again.
Dalton’s fingers fucked in and out of her, dragging against that spot inside her cunt, and the vibrator kept her poised on the edge of her gathering climax. She needed to come so badly it hurt. Her body was beyond aroused, and every sensation was almost too much for her to bear. She trembled and twitched, trying to escape the pleasure pulsing in her clit and pussy, yet desperate to have more.
Then Dalton swiped the vibrator out of the way and gently sucked her clit between his lips.
That did it.
Madeline’s back bowed off the picnic blanket, and she screamed her climax. It swirled through her and around her, pulsing and twisting, and she kept reaching, reaching. Another orgasm bloomed on the heels of the first one, and she fisted the blanket, desperately clinging to something real for fear of never coming down from the pleasure. She felt Dalton’s tongue flicking over her clit, and she tried to wrench her hips away from his face, but he stared at her over the expanse of her torso, and his hands dove under her hips, squeezing her ass and fitting her more fully to his mouth.
“Dalton!” she shrieked.
“Let him have his fill, Madeline,” Garrett coaxed. “He’s missed you.” Then he bent down and took a nipple in his mouth, adding to the exquisitely painful pleasure wracking her body.
She lost track of the time and the orgasms they gave her. The whole experience melted into the most intense pleasure she experienced with them thus far. All she knew was the rise and fall of her body as she came, her screams and gasps and cries, and the way they touched her with primal possessiveness, as if they had been meant to brand her body as theirs from the beginning of time.
When Dalton finally pulled his face from between her legs and wiped his mouth, he grinned down at her, his pupils dilated and his body powerful and strong. She wanted him to plunge right into her and fuck her until she could not see straight. But he just trailed his hands over her hypersensitive body and pinched one of her nipples.
“Do you want our cocks at the same time, Madeline?” he asked, his voice gravelly and low. “Do you want me to take your ass while Garrett fucks your pussy?”
Madeline groaned. “Yes.” She needed both of their cocks to satisfy this wild passion they stoked inside her. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, her nerve endings shooting primal need through her whole being. She was going to jump out of her skin if they did not fuck her soon.
Dalton released her breasts from his torment, and they puckered in the heat of the afternoon. The warmth of the day and the slightly humid air surrounded her made her feel as if Dalton and Garrett were everywhere on her skin, that they were in the very air she breathed.
“You need it bad, don’t you, Madeline?” Dalton said.
“Y–yes.” She was panting now, her body perched on the edge of pain and pleasure.
“Then we’ll take pity on you. Today, at least.” Dalton stood and began to undress, and Garrett joined him.
Madeline watched with growing hunger as they undressed before her. Dalton gazed at her, his expression full of eroticism as he stepped out of his pile of clothing. His hard, thick thighs bulged with raw power, and his wide, long cock was the very image of conquering masculinity, its bunt tip leaking pearly drips of his pre-cum. She licked her lips and trailed her gaze up higher to the trail of hair just below his belly button, his defined torso, his wide chest and shoulders. But the thing she loved the most about Dalton was his eyes. They were deep and dark, intense and all-seeing, and right now they regarded her with primal lust and possession.
She gulped and turned her gaze to Garrett, whose wicked grin decorated those full, beautiful lips. Lips that were cruelly skilled at bringing her pleasure. His body was leaner than Dalton’s, sleeker, his muscles closer to the bone.
With a devious grin, Garrett kneeled, wrapped his arms around her, and laid her down on the blanket as he rolled on top of her, skin on skin. He laced her leg over his shoulder and stretched it up to her chest as he leaned over her. The position left her pussy open and exposed. She was sopping wet and desperate, and her cream was slick against the tops of her inner thighs.
His chest hair tickled her nipples, and his weight made her breasts pillow against him. She felt so small under him with his muscles bunching.
“No holding back this time, Maddie. We want it all.”
She was about to ask him what that meant when he surged into her, already fucking her on his first stroke. His size stretched her pussy so tight she felt the ridges of his cockhead when he almost pulled out. The friction as he slid in and out of her made her feel like a crazed woman.
She wanted, needed more.
More, more, more!
She did not know if she said it out loud or not, but Garrett fucked her harder, his pelvis hitting her swollen, sensitive clit with each hard thrust. Madeline planted her free leg on the ground and tilted her hips to meet his better, to take him more fully inside her. Garrett groaned from deep in his chest and fucked her harder, more deliberately, as she rubbed her clit against him with his every stroke.
She looked between them and watched his stomach muscles ripple as he moved. His arms flexed, casting shadows under them as he held himself above her. She felt his gaze on her the entire time, and she looked up into his raging, passion-filled eyes, and he stared back at her, not letting her shy away from him. Then he slipped a hand under her ass, tucked her up and into him, then flipped them over.
Madeline sank down onto his cock with a keening cry, the control she now had over her movements fueling her desperation to fly apart. She grabbed his hand and leaned back, using his strength to hold her up as she found that angle that made Garrett’s cock go deeper than it ever had before. She felt so full, so stretched, and the pressure from the back of her pussy made her wetter. She ground her hips down into him and surged forward and back, side to side, up and down until she created a rhythm that drove any last bit of sanity out of her mind. She was a wanton thing of the flesh now, searching with all of her senses for that spot, that angle that would make her and Garrett come.
Her tits swayed as she moved, and Garrett sat up and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His front teeth clamped
down on the tip none too gently and held it while his tongue flicked over it again and again. Then he did the same thing to her other breast.
Madeline shifted her hips forward and, oh, there it was. Her clit lit up and started pulsing. Her body had opened itself up, more than ready for her release, when she felt a lubed finger slide into her asshole. The sudden pressure broke her concentration, and she grasped for the pleasure she had lost, but it was gone.
“Dalton!” she shrieked. “Damn it!”
He pressed his lips between her shoulder blades. “You don’t get to come until we’re both inside you,” he said against her skin. “I want to feel you clench around my dick.”
His hot words made her shiver, as did the image of having them fuck her at the same time, their hands and lips all over her, their long, thick cocks inside her, surging into her until she flew apart between them.
“You like it, don’t you?” Garrett asked, his eyes wild and stormy as she rode him. “Your pussy just got wetter.”
Dalton bit down on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Yeah, she likes it. And she wants more. Don’t you, Madeline?”
Her head was too heavy on her shoulders, and all she had the capacity to think about was how alive her body was, how sensitive her nipples were to the gentlest kiss of air against them, or the way her inner thighs felt almost every one of the hairs on Garrett’s thighs rubbing against her skin. Her body pulsed and thrummed with sensation, with pleasure and ecstasy, and she gave herself up to it, wanting it to take her over. Overwhelm her.
“Don’t you, Madeline?” Dalton repeated. Then he spanked her, making her anus clench around his thick finger.
Garrett grabbed her hips and lifted her a few inches up off his cock. “Aw, fuck. Don’t do that, babe. It’s too good.”
When she sank back down his cock, she groaned at the pleasure of having both of her entrances filled. “Yes. More. I need more.”
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