Double Team: A Menage Romance

by Sabrina Paige

  So does what happens next.

  Noah reaches for me, gripping a handful of hair at the nape of my neck and pulling it back so that my face is angled toward his. “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes.” I barely breathe the word before his lips crash down on mine in a powerful, all-consuming kiss that overrides all of the uncertain thoughts in my head. I practically melt against him, losing track of everything as the world spins on its axis. The kiss seems to last forever, and when Noah finally pulls away, his hand still gripping my hair tightly, I’m breathless.

  I don’t have any other word except yes.

  I think I breathe the word again as Aiden moves to stand behind me, his lips near my ear and his hands on the sides of my hips. “Is this what you want, sugar?” The heat from his breath on my neck sends arousal rushing through my body, setting every part of me on edge. “Do you want both of our lips on you? Both of our hands on your body? Both of our cocks inside you?”

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Hearing him speak the words out loud makes them seem a million times filthier than even the dirtiest fantasies I’ve had of the three of us together. Even so, I don’t feel self-conscious as Aiden kisses his way down the side of my neck, his hands sliding around my waist, his fingertips under the waistband of my jeans. Before I know it, Aiden is lifting my shirt over my head and Noah’s hands are on my jeans, pulling the fabric down over my hips.

  They undress me right there in the kitchen until I’m standing between them wearing only my bra and panties.

  Noah kneels between my legs, his eyes heavy-lidded and his expression filled with lust. “I’ve been picturing you in my head, but those images don’t compare at all to what you look like right now.”

  “Is she wet?” Aiden’s voice is low in my ear, his hands cupping my breasts. He slides a finger inside the fabric of my bra, and my nipples immediately harden to his touch.

  Noah’s eyes don’t leave mine. “Are you wet, Grace?”

  I moan my response as his face disappears between my legs, the heat from his mouth radiating through my panties as he kisses me. He inhales deeply and groans. “I’ve definitely thought about this,” he murmurs, his voice muffled as he presses his lips against my clothed pussy. “She’s soaked. Right through her panties.”

  “Is that true, Grace?” Aiden whispers as he slowly removes my bra, his tongue teasing me, flicking over the place underneath my ear that makes me shiver.

  “Yes.” I barely choke out the word as Noah growls and tears my panties off my body, ripping them at the seams like an animal.

  Aiden’s hands replace the cups of my bra – holding, stroking, kneading my breasts. “Your tits are amazing, Grace. I can see why you wanted to keep them to yourself, Noah.”

  “He never had them,” I start.

  Noah interrupts, his voice gruff and angry. “I never had them the way Aiden does right now. But he never had this.” He grips my thighs, pulling me roughly forward as he buries his face between my legs. When his warm, wet mouth covers my pussy, I nearly lose my balance, but Aiden holds me up, pressing his erection against my ass cheek.

  I’m lost as Noah devours me. There’s no warm-up, no teasing or slow start to his movements. He’s all in, eating me like a starving man, his tongue stroking my clit, his groans sending vibrations through my pussy and thrills of arousal through my body.

  Aiden’s hands are everywhere, caressing my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. When I reach behind me, palming his leg, searching desperately for his hardness with my hand because I want to feel him, he just laughs softly in my ear. “Not yet, sugar. This is all about you, so fucking enjoy it.”

  Two hot men making it all about me? I don’t know whose life I just stepped into, but this certainly isn’t mine.

  My head lolls back against Aiden’s chest and I surrender to their hands, to their fingers, to their mouths as they continue to bring me higher and higher, my breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.

  Noah’s fingers are magic. He finds a spot inside me that makes my toes practically curl, and he strokes it gently as Aiden whispers dirty things in my ear. “Have you touched yourself, thinking about the three of us together?”

  I moan loudly before choking out the word “Yes,” barely coherent as Noah curses, his voice muffled as he sucks my clit.

  Aiden’s voice is a low rumble in my ear. “That day we were in your office, you weren’t fantasizing about me bending you over the office desk and fucking you, were you? You were thinking about both of us.”

  My groan gives me away.

  I grip Noah’s head as his fingers stroke me faster and his tongue swirls around my clit, trying to hang on to him because I’m afraid I’m losing control. I’m trying desperately not to explode this instant, but I’m already on the verge, brought so close so quickly.

  “Tell me, what did you think about? Was I fucking you from behind while Noah’s cock was in your mouth? Or was it the other way around?”

  Aiden’s fingers find my mouth and I’m taking them in, sucking them between my lips like it’s his cock. His other hand grips my ass cheek, and when he pushes a finger against my asshole, I’m too far gone to protest, too far gone to be self-conscious even though no man has ever done that before.

  Then he whispers. “I can’t wait to make this perfect, tight little asshole mine.”

  As soon as he speaks the words, I explode. None of my straight-laced, uber-conservative boyfriends have ever spoken that way to me before. I go soaring over a cliff, sent by Aiden’s finger against my tight hole, Noah’s tongue on my clit, and Noah’s fingers inside of me.

  I think I scream. I suck harder on Aiden’s fingers, trying to mute myself as I climax so hard I think I might faint.

  They don’t let me recover. I’m still coming as Noah slides his fingers from between my legs, my pussy throbbing at the absence of his touch. “No,” I beg. “Don’t stop what you were doing. Please.”

  Noah grins. “Please?” he asks. “You’re a hell of a lot more polite since you’ve just had an orgasm.”

  I try to glare at him but fail because my muscles are throbbing, my pussy still squeezing tightly over and over, and I don’t have the willpower to muster a stare.

  Noah smiles as he puts his wet fingers in his mouth, licking every drop of me from them as he groans. “You taste fucking perfect,” he declares. “You should taste her, Aiden.”

  I whimper, rendered barely incapable of words now, hardly able to hold my own weight because I think my legs have turned to jelly.

  “I think I will," Aiden says. Before I can consider what he’s doing, Aiden replaces Noah between my legs, touching his tongue gently to my swollen clit. I don’t know where to look – at Aiden’s rapturous expression as he begins to lick me, or at Noah as he stands a few feet away, pulling off his shirt and dropping it to the tile floor, his obvious erection tenting his pants as he watches us. “I jerked off thinking about exactly what you’d taste like, sugar. And it’s better than I imagined.”

  I moan as Aiden’s tongue laps me gently – probing me, exploring me as he licks every bit of my wetness. His movements are softer, more languid and slower than Noah’s. He’s taking his time with me, savoring every bit of it, not devouring me with the intensity Noah just did. It’s different from Noah but just as hot, and my body responds the way it did when Noah was between my legs – immediately, like it’s been waiting for the two of these men forever.

  This should feel so wrong. Not more than a few minutes ago, another man’s face was between my legs, another man’s tongue on my clit, his fingers buried deep inside me as I screamed my orgasm. But it doesn’t. Instead, it feels perfect.

  The throbbing emptiness gives way to overwhelming arousal again as Aiden’s tongue enters me. Aiden fucks me with his tongue, moving in and out where Noah’s fingers were a few moments ago. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

  Oh my God. I’m already close to coming a second time.

/>   But I stop myself. “No,” I whisper. I think the orgasm might have made me bold. Or crazy. Probably both. That’s the only explanation for why I say what I do right now. “I want more… I need more than your mouths on me.”

  As the words leave my mouth, my heart pounds wildly in my chest, even as the fearful part of me reminds me again that First Daughters don’t have sex with multiple football players. They have lights-out, missionary-style, good-girl sex with their long-term boyfriends who are Wall Street legends, or prominent attorneys, or independently wealthy billionaires.

  But then Aiden pulls away from me, standing to disrobe, and he and Noah are both in front of me naked and the fearful thoughts are replaced with one single thought:

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  I just stare.

  "You're…" My voice drifts off as my breath hitches in my throat. "Um… huge."

  Everywhere.

  They're both massive - walls of rippling muscle, defined abs, and… the biggest, hardest cocks I've ever seen. When they begin to slowly stroke those cocks right in front of me, my face warms and the throbbing between my legs reminds me of what I want.

  "Well, I'm bigger," Aiden says.

  "Really? You fucking think so?" Noah challenges him.

  “Maybe we should let Grace decide,” Aiden responds, his eyes on mine. He gives me a cocky smile. “What do you think?”

  Think? There’s no thinking going on right now because all of the blood in my brain has shifted downward. I think my IQ has dropped significantly, rendering me stupid and incapable of forming a complete thought, let alone articulating a coherent sentence. “I think…” My voice drifts off as I summon the courage and words to say exactly what I think. “I want…”

  “Don’t tell me you’re speechless,” Noah teases.

  “Yeah, I want to hear that pretty little mouth of yours describe exactly what you want,” Aiden chimes in.

  Noah groans, his hand running down his length. “So do I.”

  “I want… your cocks.” I pause, exhaling and then taking a deep, slow breath before I continue. My heart races wildly in my chest. Okay, I’m going to say it. “I want your cocks. In. My. Mouth.” I gulp a deep breath between each word not because I’m trying to be emphatic, but because I’m trying to maintain my courage. “I want to taste both of you.”

  For a second, they just stand there unmoving – both of them staring at me, their hands on their dicks.

  Shit. Did I say the wrong thing?

  “Okay. This wasn’t the exact reaction I was hoping for."

  Aiden swears under his breath, something unintelligible.

  “Holy fuck, that mouth,” Noah says. “Are you sure?”

  Am I sure?

  I’m about to get on my knees and put my mouth on the cocks of two football players. No, I’m not fucking sure. I think I might be temporarily insane – or hell, permanently insane.

  I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes. I’m sure.”

  “Grace,” Aiden says, his voice low in his throat. He kisses me softly, and I taste a hint of me still on his lips. His gentle kiss is followed by Noah’s powerful one, each distinct and sexy in their own way.

  I slide my palms over their chests and down their abs until I reach their cocks. I kneel in front of them, taking their cocks in my hands.

  "Fuck," Noah groans. "Keep stroking me just like that."

  When Aiden moans, it’s all the encouragement I need. “I’d rather have you between my lips.”

  “Shit, Grace, you have such a filthy little mouth,” Aiden says.

  New Grace seems to have taken Old Grace's inhibitions and thrown them out the window. New Grace is dirty as hell. I smile at Aiden, taking his cock in my hand and licking it from base to tip. Then I do the same to Noah. “That’s right,” I agree. “And I want you to fuck my filthy little mouth.”

  “You keep talking like that,” Noah starts, his voice faltering as I put my lips around the head of his cock, “and doing what you’re doing, and I’m going to come in that filthy mouth of yours.”

  “We both will,” Aiden says.

  My core throbs its response. Why does the prospect of taking both of them – tasting both of them – make my body respond the way it does?

  “Promise?” I ask.

  Both of them growl. Literally. Like animals.

  I’ve never watched porn before, but I feel like a porn star kneeling with two men’s rock-hard cocks in my hands – like I’m sexy, and powerful, and in control. My hand gripping Noah’s shaft, I turn to the side, touching my tongue to the tip of Aiden’s dick and tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum where it beads.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” Aiden says, looking at me with half-lidded eyes.

  Lightly stroking Noah, I wrap my lips around Aiden's cock. I suck, taking him deeper for a few strokes, teasing him by pulling away to direct my oral attention to Noah. I alternate back and forth, taking each man in and savoring the differences between the way their cocks feel in my mouth and the way their wetness tastes on my tongue.

  When I close my eyes for a moment, Noah orders me to open them. “Look at me, Grace. Look at us. We want to see you.”

  So I do. My eyes don't leave theirs, the connection with each of them intensifying as I quickly find a rhythm. Their hands tangle in my hair – Noah's grasp firm, Aiden's more gentle. Everything about this should feel wrong.

  Except it doesn’t.

  They talk to me the entire time, telling me how wet and warm and tight my mouth is, how it feels when my tongue flicks their dicks, how they want me to swallow them deeper and deeper. The throbbing between my legs intensifies in response to their dirty talk until I’m moaning as I suck them, my entire body turned on by the act of pleasuring both men at the same time. My nipples are erect, begging for attention, my clit so swollen that I can barely keep from touching myself.

  “It’s like your sweet little mouth was made for us,” Aiden says, his hand caressing my face as I move down his shaft.

  "It was made for both of us," Noah growls when I turn to him. His fingers entwine in my hair as he fucks my mouth, his movements less gentle than Aiden's, and I think he's starting to lose control.

  I think I might like it.

  When I take my attention away from him, substituting my hand for my lips as I turn to Aiden, Noah lets out a long, frustrated groan. "Your mouth is heaven."

  "Did you think about this, Grace?" Aiden asks, his eyes searching mine. "Did you think about sucking both of our cocks when you touched yourself?"

  I pull away to answer, stroking each of them in my hands, their cocks well-lubricated by my saliva and their pre-cum. "Yes," I answer, breathless from my own arousal.

  Right now, I want them so badly I can hardly think about anything else but the incessant throbbing between my legs. Right now, I want to jerk them off until they come all over me. Right now, I want to swallow them whole.

  "Knowing you have both of us in the palms of your hands makes you wet, doesn't it?" Noah asks. "We're at your mercy and you love it."

  Fuck. “Yes.”

  Aiden groans loudly, and I think he might explode as I stroke him. But Noah growls, taking my hand away. "Slide your fingers between your legs right now.”

  "Show us how wet you are, sugar," Aiden agrees. He takes over for me, his cock in his hand, watching me.

  I already know how wet I am.

  But now I show them. Slipping my fingers between my legs, I coat them with my slickness and hold them up so they can see. "I’m… really wet.”

  I'm turned on by the fact that these two men are standing over me jerking themselves off. I'm not sure who I am right now.

  “Have you ever touched yourself in front of two men before?” Noah asks.

  “I think you already know the answer to that question," I reply. "I’ve never done it in front of one person, let alone two."

  “Oh, hell,” Aiden groans.

  “Slide your fingers between your legs, Grace. I want to see you touch yourself. Show us how
you touched yourself when you were thinking about us,” Noah orders.

  So I do. With one hand braced against Noah's muscular thigh, I press my fingers against my clit as I watch both of them stroke their cocks above me. Their expressions are already strained and I know they must be close to exploding.

  I want to taste them when they do.

  The thought makes me even hotter.

  “Fuck yourself with your fingers,” Aiden says, as if he can read my mind and my desires.

  Whimpering, I do exactly that. My pussy is slick and my fingers slip easily inside. I can’t suppress the moan that escapes my lips as I press the palm of my hand against my clit.

  I want more. I want them inside me. I want them in my mouth.

  I want to taste everything from them.

  I'm practically delirious, out of my mind with lust as I bring myself closer to the edge. I fuck myself with my fingers, wanting it to be their cocks instead.

  Then Noah warns me: "Fuck, Grace, I'm close. I'm going to come all over those perfect tits of yours if you don't tell me not to."

  "Not before I do," Aiden chimes in.

  I’m about to chide them for the competitiveness – competitive coming?! – but I don’t. Instead, I look up at them and I open my mouth.

  It's literally an open invitation for them.

  "Is that what you want, Grace?" Noah growls. "You want us to come in your mouth?"

  Yes.

  I nod, no time to speak the word before the prospect of tasting them pushes me over the edge and I'm coming. I grip Noah's thigh, my fingernails digging into him as I cry out.

  My cries mix with theirs as they come on my open mouth. The taste of their cum mingles together, the combination salty and sweet and familiar and new all at the same time.

  I feel filthy. Absolutely filthy.

  And I've never felt more alive.

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  Aiden

  Holy shit.

  Grace kneels on the floor with her face turned upward. Grace, the head of a foundation. Grace, the woman volunteering her time with a children's charity. Grace, the fucking daughter of the President of the United States of America. Grace, who’s classy and smart and funny and pretty and… covered in my cum.