undies off me.
“Oh, shit, now that is hot.” Knox is leaning up against the doorjamb. “This may be my favorite image ever.”
“Get over here and let her suck your cock as I’m inside her.” Ro’s so fucking bossy, but it works because it’s creating the needed wetness between my legs. “But, toy maker, don’t make him come. As soon as I have my way inside you, it’s his turn.”
“Many orgasms for me? Am I still naughty?” I ask. All the while Knox stalks over to me, and turning toward him, I begin as Ro has ordered.
“You will always be naughty, lots of naughty when it comes to us, and believe me, it’s not a bad thing.” This is Knox. I can’t respond as I take every part of him inside of my mouth.
“Yeah, just like that, Ave,” Ro demands. One finger circles my clit. “Ah, you’re super wet.” And as he did with Knox the previous night, he enters me without pretense, but with the force of his thrusts, he’d not been lying. And as I had told him, I’d not break. Every thrust is deeper and deeper, and through my moans, and my attention on Knox, an orgasm ripples through me.
Knox pulls out, both men changing spots, but Ro kneels next to me. “Hey, baby, I want to watch you as our man makes you come.” Ro, with his dirty yet sweet ways—it’s why I love him.
“Yeah, babe, he can’t take his eyes off my dick, either.” In the way Knox is funny and easygoing yet submissive with Ro is just one of the many reasons I fell in love with him.
Knox is more gentle, and he’s slower at first, speeding up, and with each thrust, he’s finding my sweet spot, and I know another orgasm will be upon me at any moment. “I won’t last, Ave, but I swear, this is just the beginning, my little toy maker.”
We come at the same time, and Ro caresses my head. “Yeah, baby, this is just the beginning.”
The beginning. A beginning with them. And my dream come true.
I’m between both men when my phone rings, and I can’t get to it quick enough, always ready for the bottom to drop out, fearful of Whitney. But Ro hands it to me after a long round of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. The caller ID is my boss, so I answer it without hesitation because I’ve been waiting on news about my presentation from last week.
“Hello, this is Avery.” I stop, listening intently to everything my boss is telling me. I think this day has just gotten better. “Yes, sir. And thank you. Yes, it went well. I appreciate you asking.” I hang up the phone, turning to them, ready to put them out of their misery. “Number one, as you know, I’ve been given custody of my sister, now my doll line has been approved and I woke up next to the hottest two men on this planet. My day has been pretty fucking fantastic.”
Both men, who were only an arm’s reach from me, fly back to my side, and before I know what’s going on, one has me on my back, and the other one is moving his attention to my bare nipples. Yep. And I didn’t think anything could be better, but this, with them, forever is what I want.
I stretch, and forget for a second I’m between both my men. My men! It’s so hard to believe they are mine and I’m theirs. Both of them have me snuggled in the middle, where I plan to always sleep. They never made it home, staying with me. And Whitney had texted she was at Jessica’s for the night, which worked well, for our first night together.
Do I need to pinch myself to realize this is my reality? I don’t have a chance because hands rove down my back, rubbing my ass. This causes a chain reaction, a moan from my lips, which wakes the other one. I’m facing Ro, and he sits up, just enough to peek over at Knox. “Yeah, sweetheart, get her ready. I’m ready for round…what would it be, like five?”
“Six, hon, but who’s counting.” Hands rove and lips connect to other parts of each other’s bodies, and we’re so hungry for one another. It’s fast, it’s quick, and we’re sated, and it’s only seven in the morning.
“I will never tire of waking like this,” Knox says, as we’re all a sweaty mess of limbs, tangled