Vanessa
It was a road I never thought I’d be on. But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to see what was around the next corner. What was at the next intersection. Who was going to show me something I’d never seen on this journey? Dylan? Isaac? How many stops were on the way?
I looked in Dylan’s eyes as he carried me to Isaac’s bed. I felt light and delicate in his arms.
“Wait here, while I run to the truck for that surprise.”
He deposited me in the center of a pile of sheets. It was my first chance to take in Isaac’s room. There wasn’t much. I noticed a picture of a group of men with their arms slung over each other dressed in military uniforms. There was another one on the other side of his dresser of him and Dylan in Warriors T-shirts.
The furniture was heavy and dark. There was a big leather chair in the corner, that matched the massive leather tufted headboard.
Isaac walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. The water glistened on his chiseled body. He took my breath away.
He leaned down, sweeping my leg to the side, planting a kiss on my knee before settling his tongue between my folds. I bucked with the sensations. He pushed my knees wide and I arched into him, loving how his tongue felt inside me.
He licked from my clit to my navel, kissing my skin. His eyes drifted up with hazy lust. “I’m so fucking addicted to your body, Vanessa. Do you know that?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He slid forward, pressing the ridges of his muscles into my soft flesh. He plucked my nipple between his teeth.
“It’s the only reason I even considered this arrangement. I can’t get enough of you.”
I bowed under the intensity. He sucked my breast into his mouth, roughly.
“Got it,” Dylan announced from the doorway. “Glad you got a chance to pick this up today.”
We both turned our heads. Isaac pressed back on his hands, leaving my breast perked and aching for his mouth again.
I whimpered.
He grinned. He knew I was addicted to him too. It was in every glance. Every kiss. I was falling just as hard. I couldn’t hide how I felt about him.
Dylan ripped open a black bag, revealing what was inside. He held up two items.
“What is that?” I asked shyly.
He crawled on the bed, dropping his towel in the process. His cock bounded forward. God, how I loved it. The thickness. The weight. What he could do with it.
“This, my little sex kitten is for your backdoor pleasure.” He winked, tossing a bottle to Isaac.
“Oh God.” I looked at the sparkling toy he held in his palm. It was pink. It looked like a vibrator, but there were beads attached, each one was larger as it neared the base.
Dylan flipped the switch on the bottom and it started to vibrate.
My eyes flashed to his. It was what I wanted. What I needed. The toy was like a therapy device to prepare me for the ultimate quest. I could never have them both, if I didn’t try this first.
I nodded eagerly. “Please, Dylan. God, yes.” I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him with lips of fire. He groaned pulling me on top of him as we fell onto the bed together.
I’d never had a single experience with a vibrator before. I’d had friends who swore by them, but none of my boyfriends were adventurous and I was too shy to ask for what I wanted in bed. That girl was gone. I’d left her on the side of the road. I had two men now who wanted to make all my fantasies a reality. And I was along for the ride—no matter where they took me.
Dylan’s hands fisted through my hair, yanking me toward him. “You’re so good, Vanessa. So sweet. Your little ass is so innocent,” he growled.
“Yes.” I nodded. “It is. I don’t want it to be anymore. It’s yours and Isaac’s now.”
He lips crushed into mine. My tongue twined against his. He reached between my legs, positioning his cock at my entrance.
“I need one of those condoms, man.”
I panted, waiting for him to roll one on after Isaac tossed it on his chest.
I hissed with pleasure as he pushed inside me. I loved him right there in that tight spot.
I tried to arch back, but he gripped my hair tighter.
“Let me fuck you.”
“Ohh,” I whimpered. I loved the few moments in the shower when I got to feel both of them without the condoms. Dylan’s cock was so smooth, so warm sliding in and out of me. I loved how he felt skin against skin.
I tried to jerk when I felt the cold lube against my ass. Isaac ran his hands between my bottom, coating my rosebud.
I was like a live wire. The anticipation had my nerves popping and sizzling. Dylan thrust inside me, filling me, stretching me, creating an aching warmth in my core, but I knew Isaac was about to use the pink beads to penetrate my back door. The thought of how it would feel was almost enough to make me come on its own. I wanted it. It was so forbidden and erotic.
Dylan’s kisses grew rougher. His teeth nipped at me.
Isaac leaned over me. He kissed my back as he pushed the first bead at my back entrance.
My eyes rolled at the sensation.
“So fucking hot,” Dylan whispered. “Keep going, man. She loves it.”
I nodded. I couldn’t find the words even if I wanted to. I was reveling in the newness.
He pushed another bead in my ass, before drawing them out in slow motion.
“Ohh,” I cried. It was intense. It was like a fiery pain, but the longer he let the beads massage inside me, the more the pain turned to toe-curling pleasure. I had no idea something back there could feel so good. It was pure bliss, gratifying my body at a deeper plateau.
He thrust the beaded wand again, taking it up another level. There were three full beads inside me, whirling and vibrating. Dylan pumped his shaft in my pussy at the same time. I’d never felt so full. So overwhelmed with spiraling emotion.
“Fuck, your ass is gorgeous, baby.” Isaac kissed my bottom, then his teeth gnashed.
My eyes flared open. This was it. I knew there was only one more level. One more bead and it would be in all the way.
Dylan’s hands circled the back of my head, drawing my lips against his as Isaac fucked me with the widest stroke of the wand. He sank the vibrator in me, leaving it to stretch and open me. To prepare me for what I truly wanted. The cool gel soothed my skin, easing it in and out of me with slick gliding strokes.
“Does it feel good there, baby?” he growled.
“Oh God yes. But I want you, Isaac. Please.”
“You’re not ready yet,” Isaac’s voice was anguished.
I looked in Dylan’s eyes, filled with sexual desire. “I want to be ready.”
He nodded. His hands palmed my breasts, drawing torturous strokes over my nipples.
“Fuck her harder, Isaac.”
He went wild with the baton fucking me with it, pushing it, making sure I wanted it. Every pump only built my need for him more. I pushed into it, begging for him to give me more. I needed him to know I wanted this as every bit as he did. As all three of us wanted it.
He sank it to the hilt and turned the vibration speed to full blast. I groaned. Dylan tilted my chin toward him.
“Open up for it. If you want that sweet virgin ass to be fucked, relax into it. We don’t want it to hurt. We want it to feel good. Let us give you this. Do this for us.”
I nodded. “I want it so much it hurts, Dylan. Please.”
“She’s so fucking ready, man.” Dylan panted, losing his own round of control.
I heard Isaac twist the cap off the bottle of gel. I turned to see him coating his beautiful cock with a generous amount.
I didn’t know if they decided who would deflower my rosebud. There wasn’t time to bring it up now. Maybe there was a coin toss, or a private auction between them. But there was no doubt, Isaac was going to take it. And I wanted him to have it. I wanted him to be the first man to go deep inside me. It felt right. As if he would cherish this part of me. Protect me.<
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“Oh please,” I begged. “Please.” I was desperate.
“Shh, shh. It’s ok. We’ve got you.” Dylan kissed me. He sat forward. “We promised you you’d always get what you wanted.” He started to lean forward, and I realized they were rotating me backward. “You’ve been so good about getting ready for this.”
“I am ready,” I panted.
I was dizzy. I was on fire. I was drunk with anticipation.
Isaac was propped on a wedge of pillows, his knees bent and legs wide, so his cock stood erect like a statue as he leaned into the headboard.
Dylan rolled me back slightly, lifting me up from under my arms. I looked in his eyes as I felt Isaac pull the vibrator from my ass and replace it with the tip of his cock on my rosebud. I bit my lip. He was so much wider. So much thicker and harder than the flexible baton. I didn’t think I could stretch for him.
Dylan knelt in front of me, his shaft bulging forward. It was slick with the heat from our sex. “I want back inside your pussy, darlin’. Open up for both of us. Remember you have to relax for this to work.”
I nodded. He was waiting for me. This was what I said I wanted. Isaac’s hands sank into my waist. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt the warmth in his fingers. They steadied me. Reassured me, this meant something to all of us. I felt the throbbing coming from underneath me. We were all held in suspense. Waiting for the final trifecta to come true. Waiting for the moment when I was filled by both of them. When I was no longer a backdoor virgin. Waiting to let Isaac fuck me where no man had been. Waiting for Dylan to watch me come undone with both of them inside me.
Isaac’s fingers traveled from my hips to between my cheeks, rubbing the ring of muscle, soaking it with lube.
“You’re so ready. So wet. Fuck me, baby,” he commanded.
I let go. I let everything go. All the things that held me back. The good society girl. The perfect model. The owner. The boss. The fiancée. I pushed myself down over Isaac’s cock, crying out as the pain sliced through me, twisting and burning my rosebud. But fuck, it felt fantastic.
“Oh shit. Fuck.” I grabbed onto Dylan’s solid shoulders, clawing at him for balance. Digging into his skin for dear life.
Isaac, who was always in control, always in command of his emotions, his body—that Isaac, lost it.
He started driving into me. I jerked with the blinding white pain until it turned to complete ecstasy. It was like a beautiful soothing light spreading warmth and rapture from his cock, pulsing inside me.
Dylan groaned. “Fuck me.”
He nestled his cock at my entrance, waiting until I bounced up from Isaac before slamming into me.
“Oh shit!” I clutched him, my nails pressing deeper. I knew there would be claw marks in the morning.
He pulled out just as I slid onto Isaac.
Again.
I rose up, rocking my hips forward and Dylan pumped into me.
“Fuck,” I cried.
He gripped my ass, letting go in time for Isaac to slice into my newly christened asshole.
Again.
Up and down. Fucked and pumped. Sliced and filled.
My tits bounced wildly. My hair flew around my shoulders. Their hands were everywhere owning my body. Touching. Tugging. Twisting. I’d never felt so full. So adored. So sexual. So whole. As if this was the most pure state my body could exist in.
“You’re fucking amazing,” Dylan growled.
My lips parted. I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell them I loved every touch. Every river of sensation flooding me. But I was drowning in them. Carried off the bed, hovering over them as if I had wings. My thighs tingled. My toes were almost numb. It was as if every part of me glimmered with desire for them. For what they were making me feel.
My body soared and dipped with surges so intense I felt like I was flying, crashing and gliding between them. Taking off and landing with each thrust. With each jolt of cock heaven.
I started to twitch and tingle. My core fired warning signs. I couldn’t hold off anymore. I had to come. How could I make it last? How could I stay here, tangled between them? Watching the sweat glisten on their skin? Listening to their ragged breaths in my ear, calling my name?
Isaac slid into my ass as I whimpered, stretching my tender rosebud. My release was coming hard. I tried to hold on to him. Tried to keep him there, but as soon as I did, he offered me up to Dylan, who was pushing my pussy walls with his generous cock. I collapsed around him, desperate for the orgasm to land, but neither would let me.
“Fuck us both, baby,” Isaac commanded. “Don’t fight it. Come on both of us. Come harder than you’ve ever come.”
“No,” I cried. “I don’t want it to stop. Please don’t stop.”
My head rolled to the side. I shook and convulsed. They filled and spread me. Each making his home inside me, rooting and melting our bodies into one.
“You’re going to come,” Isaac growled. “We told you to come. Give in to us, Vanessa.”
“Oh shit. Dylan! Isaac!” I screamed as I started to unravel. They were too much for me to resist.
They raced faster to make me climax. Pumping with urgent fever. I’d never forget this. I’d never recover from how delicious my body felt with both of them inside me.
“Come for us. Fucking come hard,” Dylan grabbed my face, devouring my lips. His kiss blistering.
I gave them everything I had, releasing my body to them. I handed them everything. My body was theirs. I poured my soul into them. I surrendered, submitting to what we had found in each other.
Isaac came as I did, shuddering with massive strength. He groaned and growled twisting under me as his shaft throbbed with aftershocks. Dylan yanked me from Isaac, tossing me on my back and frantically pinning me under his hard body, pounding his cock inside me.
“Oh shit, Vanessa.” He came with a violent shatter, climaxing rapidly. He nuzzled into my neck, sheathing himself deeper in my pussy.
My eyes opened.
Isaac rolled over next to me when Dylan collapsed on my other side.
“You’re so fucking incredible, baby.” He kissed my cheek. I looked in his eyes. The smoldering darkness was unbelievable.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
I nodded. My body had never been so sore, but it had also never felt so alive. It was surging with life. He had given me a gift. They both had.
“I meant to be more gentle. Will you forgive me?”
I giggled. “It was perfect. No forgiveness needed. I loved it so much.”
Dylan propped up on his side, tracing a line around my nipple. It was still hard and sensitive. I inhaled deeply. My skin felt as if it was wrapped in tiny tendrils of sensation. I had to be glowing and glittery.
“It was perfect. I had no idea what a little she-devil you were.” He winked.
I slapped at him. “It’s your bad influence, Dylan James.”
“Really?” He grinned, showing off his sexy smile. Damn, he was completely edible.
I nodded, my eyes closing involuntarily. I wanted to stay awake and talk. I wanted to tell them they had changed me. But I couldn’t keep my body from falling into a completely satisfied state. I fell asleep nestled between the men who had rocked my world and turned my life upside down.
Twenty-Six
Vanessa
I loved how these strappy black heels looked on me. I parked in my reserved spot under the stadium and took the elevator to the top of the tower.
I was a new woman. A powerful woman. A sexual goddess who had finally spread her wings last night. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Every time I looked in the mirror, all I could see was the way I looked in Dylan and Isaac’s eyes. What was it Dylan said? I was a sex kitten. I giggled as the elevator doors opened. I hoped Candy had a latte for me. I was going to need it to make it to lunch time.
“Good morning,” I sighed, stepping off the elevator.
Candy’s face was pinched together. “Va-Vaness
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I was practically dripping in pheromones. I knew it. Knowing how sore I was only a turn on. A beautiful reminder of the night I shared with my men.
I noticed her desk was devoid of coffee. “Can you order some lattes for me?” I asked.
I strolled past the desk, feeling like a damn dominatrix in these heels. Maybe I could call the guys up to the office before practice. Shit. I was getting even naughtier. What could we find to do in my office in thirty minutes? I had to leave the heels on whatever they decided. I smiled wickedly to myself.
“Vanessa…” Candy ran after me.
I walked into my office.
Shit.
“I was trying to tell you.” She stopped behind me.
I stared at my grandmother, sitting behind my desk.
“Hi, Grammy.”
I turned to Candy. “It’s ok. I’ve got it. And hold my calls,” I instructed.
Candy dashed back to the lobby.
“Well, you look like a glowing bride.” She eyed me.
“Oh no.” I realized why she was there. My palm hit my forehead. “I’m so sorry, Grammy. I completely forgot about cocktail hour last night. Oh, I’m the worst granddaughter.” I closed the door behind me.
“Not the worst. Maybe not the most considerate right now.”
I stopped in my tracks. Her bitterness still surprised me.
“I had an interview at Sports Now with Dylan and then it was late. I forgot to stop by. I’m sorry. Would you like to go out for breakfast now? I will have Candy clear my schedule.”
“Candy?” She rolled her eyes. “Can’t believe she wasn’t the first person you fired.”
“Grammy!” I was glad the door was shut. “I haven’t fired anyone. I’m certainly not getting rid of my assistant. She’s been a life-saver this week.”
Was that all it had been? A week? I had lived a lifetime in the past few days.
It was starting to feel awkward that I was on this side of my desk. My grandmother looked quite comfortable where she was sitting. It was good to see her out of Warriors-themed clothes for once. She was wearing a peach cardigan over a navy blouse and navy pants.
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