by Dark Angel
"You have to choose," Colt continued. His patience is running thin. But so was mine. "You can't have both of us," I say.
"I can't?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and moving in closer, as if this question was a dare. "Who says?"
The air in the room was shifting. We can all feel it. She saunters over to one of the mahogany tables, swinging her hips, and picks up a strawberry from the fruit platter. She carefully brings it to her mouth, taking a bite. A small dribble of the berry's juice run down her chin and she wipes it away with her finger. She then puts her wet finger into her mouth, slowly sucking on it. My pulse is now off the charts – my heart beating wildly.
"Try one," she said, placing a strawberry in between my lips. I bit down, tasting the sweetness run down the back of my throat. She approaches me, and runs her hand down my chest until it’s just above my belt buckle. She then dips her fingers down the inside of my waistband, and my whole body trembles, wanting more, but she withdraws her hand, and instead places it on my cheek. She drags her finger across my bottom lip and then draws closer, pressing her lips to mine. I instinctively open my mouth, taking her in. Our tongues press tightly against each other and her warmth is intoxicating. She runs her fingers through my hair, running her nails against my scalp in a way that brings shivers down my spine. My entire body is electrified.
She then withdraws, and grabs another strawberry from the table. She takes a bite, and holding the other half in her hand, walks over to Colt. He stands there in stunned silence. I have never seen him so quiet. Where is the Colt I know? It’s clear that we are both under her spell. She rubs the berry against his bottom lip until its sticky with the juice.
"I want to know what this tastes like on you," she purrs with a devilish grin, and then she draws his lip into her mouth, sucking on it hard. And then, giving it a quick bite, I can see his bottom lip held gently in between her teeth.
"Why should I choose?" she asks.
Colt and I don’t dare move. That’s right. You heard me correctly. Two alpha male pro football players. Entranced. Frozen. By this woman. The truth is that neither of us knows what her plan is, but whatever it was, we’re just along for the ride. Julianna walks over to me and wraps her hands around my neck. She leans into my ear and whispers, "Both of you are getting me so hot." I feel her warm breath on my neck, and then I feel her tongue slowly trace the ridges of my ear and my whole body involuntarily shivers. She pushes her body into mine, and I feel the curves of her breasts firmly press against my chest. I reach up to run my fingers through her soft, blonde locks, and overwhelmed by the moment, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back.
I lean in and kiss her open mouth, our tongues lashing at each other, and then I relax my grip. I move my hands down to her waist, holding onto her hips. I wonder what Colt is thinking now. I see him standing next to us, intently watching. Is he brooding, or did this turn him on? I can't tell. Just a few moments ago we were ready to smash each other's faces in, and now this woman has us entranced.
Julianna reaches over and grabbed Colt's shirt, drawing him closer. He obeys, and now he stands so close to us that I can feel the warmth from both of their bodies. He seems to be breathing heavy now. My cock is so hard; I think it might bust through the fabric of my pants.
Julianna looks at Colt and asks, "Those berries were good, but they were missing something…” she trails off. Her eyes find his and she continues, “Yes, that's it, they were missing the cream."
She unbuttons his shirt and then rakes her nails across his rippled and muscular chest. Colt lets out a breath of air, as if he’s been holding it in for some time. Then she plunges her hand down into his pants, inside of his boxer briefs and out of sight. His abs flex under her touch and he throws his head back in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck," he moans, as she firmly works her hand around his cock. Most women don't know how to grab a man's dick. They’re intimidated, or maybe unsure, like if they grab too hard, they might break it. But that's not the case with Julianna. She knows exactly what she's doing, and she knows it.
After a few moments, she releases her grip and unbuttons his pants. Once unbuttoned, she slowly draws his zipper down, and then we watch as his pants fell to the floor, bunched around his feet. She smiled and slowly tugs his boxer briefs down past his hips. His cock is so hard that it springs forward with the force of a pulled rubber band, standing as proud as a totem pole in front of him. In that moment, I realize that I have never seen Colt's cock before—I mean, not like this. Sure, there were moments in the locker room when I might inadvertently catch a glimpse while he was toweling himself off from a shower, but it was certainly never standing at full mast like this. It wasn't unlike my own cock. Each of us is at around 12 inches.
Christ. That’s two feet of fuck muscle that we’re going to be putting inside this woman.
Why am I thinking about his cock?
It has to be the intensity of the situation, but before I can give it a second thought, I feel Julianna's body back on mine.
Julianna
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't like to choose. Colt or Ethan? There’s only one possible answer and it’s a pretty obvious one. I want both of them...
You might think it's because I'm greedy, and that I just want them all to myself. But it's more than that. I don't like choosing, but this time, I truly can't do it. How could I? Do I pick Colt's sexy brashness or Ethan's brooding and irresistible silences? It's simply impossible for me to choose. They're different and, yet, they’re both perfect.
In a way, Ethan and Colt complement each other, like two pieces of a puzzle. And why would I be content with just one piece? I want – no, need – the whole set.
My fingers are already tightly wrapped around Colt's cock, his thickness pulsing against my smooth skin. I grin at him, his lips slightly parted as I start moving my hand back and forth with slow and teasing movements. Looking over my shoulder at Ethan, I can almost feel all the pent-up desire hiding behind his eyes. His pants are tented, his cock pushing hard against the fabric as he takes in the sight of my hand on his nemesis cock.
"Are you just going to stand there and look?" I ask him, the words drawling out of my mouth in a half-purr, each syllable like a jab designed with the intent of spurring him into action. He swallows in his hesitancy, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he steels his face, his lips an almost inscrutable line. For half a second, I think he's going to turn on his feet and bolt out of the door. But I'm just being silly, really: these two can't get enough of me. Even if they have to share.
Ethan licks his dry lips, his body leaning forwards as he takes one step towards me and Colt. I reach for him with my hand, my fingers grabbing at his belt and pulling him close. I push on the hem of his pants and, before he can react, I slide my fingers under his trousers and boxer briefs, feeling the aching warmness of his cock. I open the palm of my hand and, straining against the hold of his pants, grab his member harshly.
I turn my attention back to Colt, my heart starting to race faster, each beat of it sending a hefty dosage of desire towards my loins. My insides are burning up, the sweet spot between my thighs becoming wetter by the second.
The moment I saw these two for the first time, I knew I had to have them. And, of course, I always get what I want. With them was no different. But to think I'd actually have both their cocks in my hands at the same time, their hearts beating in unison at the thought of sharing me... Well, I won't lie: I thought about it, I just had a hard time accepting it would happen.
Today was the breaking point, though.
I heard their loud voices as I walked down the corridor towards my office, and I immediately knew what the subject was. They argue about pretty much everything, but the tone of their voices told me they weren't fighting over a stupid football play. They were arguing because of me, two gods trying to decide who had the better claim over me. Oh, that was cute of them. They didn't know they have no claim over me – I am the one who owns them. Their bodi
es and their spirits.
So I just had to stroll into the room, ready to teach them who's really in charge. What I wasn't expecting was to find the atmosphere inside the room filled with electricity, thunder, and lightning flickering behind their eyes. At first, I thought it was hatred – but a closer look and I knew there was something more underneath it. Tension, hidden desire. A secret craving.
No one can see in here. The windows are tinted and it prevents camera penetration.
Why not indulge in some dirty fantasies?
Let’s indulge our lust with two of the hottest players in the NFL.
Would you like to join me, babe?
I thought so ;)
Now, my hands on their hard cocks, I'm going to cut through all their fake anger bullshit.
I take my hand out of Ethan's crotch and, with a quick push and flick k of my fingers, I push his belt out and unbutton his pants, tugging them down with his underwear at the same time. His cock jumps to my hand in a flash, and I only have to curl my fingers around it.
"See, boys?" I purr at them. "Why fight? I can handle both of you."
Colt opens his mouth to speak but the words get lost in his throat as he looks into Ethan's face. He remains like that for a full second, time stretching and expanding as the two of them lock eyes. I can't help but smile as I feel both their cocks hardening even more, their flesh throbbing at the same rhythm. As unbelievable as it might seem, I don't think I've ever felt their cocks hardening so much. They're diamond hard, almost as if the two of them aren't even human.
They don't say a word, but they don't even need to. Their silence tells me everything that I need to know – Ethan and Colt are now mine. I own them, through and through.
With a snarl, Colt takes his hand to my waist, his fingers sliding across it and then down over my buttocks. He grabs them hard, squeezing my cheeks in his fingers; I breathe out deeply and, before I can breathe back in, Ethan's long and eager fingers are running up my stomach and to my breasts, going over the slow curve there in a hesitant motion. He squeezes my right breast then, savoring how my tender flesh feels melding itself to his fingers.
I keep moving my hands up and down their members, still keeping my gentle and patient pace. I open my hands then, sliding them down and cupping their balls at the same time. They're warm and big, busy keeping them filled to the brim with an unending dose of testosterone.
"Pants off," I say in a low commanding tone, looking from Colt to Ethan. They look at me, their eyes slowly widening as if they didn't expect me to take charge like that. "Now", I command with a devious smile on my lips.
Colt is the first to buck under the pressure. He kicks off his shoes hurriedly and, even before he gets the first one off, Ethan starts to do the same. I go back to their cocks, stroking them as they push their pants down and step out of it.
"Good," I growl teasingly, letting go of their members and grabbing them by the scruff of their necks. I pull them into me harshly, both their mouths dangerously close to me. I feel a certain tension in the way they come to me, as if they're trying hard to not touch each other. I lean into Ethan, brushing my lips against him and then pull back, doing the same with Ethan. They taste heavenly, desire pulsing sweetly on my pussy as I grow wetter; my juices are already soaking my thong and, if I keep going like this, soon enough they'll be dripping down my legs.
With a darting movement, Ethan reaches for me and takes his hand to my crotch, pushing it under the hem of my dress and pressing hard against my pussy. I moan sharply, his pressure on me sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. Not wanting to be left behind, Colt hikes the dress up to my waist and then grabs my ass hard, his fingers brushing over my ass crack. I squeeze their cocks hard, allowing instinct to be my only guide. Biting down on my lower lip, I know exactly what I need to do.
I go down to my knees; their cocks still in my hand. I look up at them, both their cock pointing upwards right above my face. God, just looking at them is enough to make me moan in anticipation. I start tugging on their members hard, flicking my wrists harshly as I move my fingers from their root to the tip.
Leaning forwards, I let my tongue slowly slide out of my mouth, and reach for Colt's cock with it. As gently as I can, I lick all his length up to his glans, lapping at it twice. Then, stroking him softly, I turn my attention to Ethan and do the same. I keep doing it over and over again, gently licking the both of them, my hands keeping their cocks in position. I push them closer, their tips just inches away from each other – the more they're closer, the warmer they become, as if the proximity between them is making their blood boil.
I pull back for an instant, just enough so that I can glance at them, my hands starting to stroke their cocks harder. I go faster and faster, my eyes never leaving their faces – Ethan closes his eyes for a fraction of a second and, before he can open them up, I lean in. I open my mouth, engulfing his tip and allowing his saltiness to coat my tongue. Sucking eagerly on him, I let his tip pop out of my mouth and then lean into Colt, wrapping my lips around his glans as both men's scent fuses inside my mouth. God, if they weren't so massively thick I'd just open my mouth and let their cock inside of me at the same time. Not a problem, though – I'll just have to push them to the edge one at a time.
Opening my mouth, I move forwards and push Colt's cock down, allowing it to roll over my tongue and go as deep as possible. I let it pierce me until I can almost feel its throbbing tip against the back of my throat. Pulling back out slowly, I suck on him all the way, my lips sliding off his glans with a lewd sound.
I do the same with Ethan, ramming his cock inside of me with a swift forwards movement of my head. But instead of simply pulling back out, I start bobbing my head up and down, sucking him at the same rhythm I flick my wrist and stroke Colt's cock. I change it up, my mouth going to Colt as I tug on Ethan; I lick him up and down and then kiss his tip, scooping up a drop of pre-cum with my tongue, and then slide my lips down the side of his shaft. I go lower, opening my mouth and sucking in one of his balls, lapping my tongue at it and making it roll inside my mouth.
I close my eyes as I do it, so I don't see Ethan reaching for me; I only feel his fingers on my collarbone, hooking themselves on the fabric of my dress. He pulls on it with a furious motion, the sound of ripping fabric clawing at my eardrums. I don't stop sucking on Colt as Ethan proceeds to tear my dress apart, pushing it down my body and baring my chest. His fingers slide up my stomach and then over the cup of my bra until they meet my skin. I tremble as I feel the pressure of his fingers going over my right nipple, and I unconsciously move slightly forwards, aching to feel him grabbing my tits.
He takes the hint quickly, allowing his fingers to slide under the cup of my bra and pinching my almost painfully hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He applies the right amount of pressure there – not too hard, not too soft – and I can't help but stop sucking on Colt, a moan hiking up my throat.
As Ethan fondles my breasts, Colt takes a supporting position and reaches for me, his arms going over me as his hands look for the clasp of my bra. Grabbing it, he unhooks it in one single motion, pushing it down my shoulders. I let go of their cocks for one second, just enough time for me to throw my bra to the side; before I can have them back on my hands, though, they're already grabbing at my naked breasts and caressing my nipples.
I slide my hands up their legs and grab at the hem of their shirts. I tug violently, forcing them to come down to my level. They both kneel in front of me, the muscles in their legs moving like hard pistons as they do it. As if my fingers were claws, I grab Colt's shirt and pull on it with uncontrollable violence, the buttons scattering everywhere.
I want to do the same with Ethan, but Colt doesn't allow me to. Before I can even move, his arms reach for Ethan's shirt and he's the one who pushes on it, ripping it apart and baring his chest. I look in a trance, Colt's knuckles brushing over Ethan's rock hard abdominals as he opens his shirt.
Dear God, if I was wet before, now I'm completely
drenched.
With a growl, I grab their cocks underhandedly, jerking them as hard as I can. I grit my teeth, moving my hands furiously and relishing the fleshy warmness of their members against my skin.
Colt's hand darts forwards, pushing my thighs apart and lodging itself over my thong. He rubs on it, my wet folds brushing against each other as he does it. Pressing hard, I shiver at the pressure on my clit, flames spreading outwards from it and licking my whole body. I bite my lower lip so that I don't moan hard, but I can't help myself as Ethan suddenly pinches my right nipple, his touch almost electric.
"Fuck," I whisper with a moan, my mind turning into mush as it tries to process both men's touch. Fucking each one of them was amazing. but having the two of them so close, their cocks crying out for me. Fuck, just thinking of that is almost enough to make me cum right now.
And that's exactly what happens.
Colt flicks my drenched thong to the side, sliding his index finger inside of me in a hook motion. It happens in less than a second: his finger brushes over my folds and goes deep in a heartbeat, his fingertip immediately finding the way to my G-spot. The moment he touches me there I have to bite down hard on my lip, exhaling through my nose as sparks of delicious pleasure jump inside of me, igniting my body and sending my mind into a downwards spiral of pleasure.
My limbs are still shaking when I feel Ethan's hand on my lower back. He looks at me, flames of eagerness darting behind his eyes, and then gets up. My eyes follow his cock, and I have to fight back against the urge to lean forwards once more and suck him off.
He gives me his hand and, grabbing it, I get up after Colt's slides his fingers off of me. The moment I'm standing, Colt grabs my ass hard and pulls me into him, pressing his mouth hard against my clit. I cry out as he does it, the final waves of the orgasm still making my skin prickle.