Chapter 23

Danielle

Is it too much to hope that this kiss means Holden wants to be with me, even though I’m totally selfish to want them both? Probably.

I don’t care. I don’t care, I want more of this. I need more.

I kiss him back, and his rough fingers pull down the front of my dress. Cool air dances across my breasts, replaced quickly by the warmth of his hand. “Holden,” I whisper.

“I’m right here,” he says, and he kisses me, swallowing anything else I might’ve wanted to say.

Joey releases my left hand, and I panic, flinging my arm out and searching for him—god, what if he can’t handle this? But the pressure of him at my side shifts. He taps the insides of my thighs, and I open them for him. More cool air. This time over my pussy.

Holden lays me back on the blanket, and my eyelids flutter open again. I focus on him hovering there above me, so clear and in focus.

Joey inserts a finger into my pussy. I jerk, gasp, and throw up my arms.

Holden catches them and wraps them around his neck, leans on his elbow, lies next to me, and runs his index finger down my throat and to my breast. He rips that cup down, too. “Do you feel good, Danielle?”

I shudder a nod.

Joey presses two more fingers inside me and works them back and forth, then holds them still, deep inside, hooks them upward and focuses on my g-spot alone.

“Oh, god,” I whisper. “Oh, god, oh, god.” I’m tempted to apologize again.

They’re both on me. They’re both giving me pleasure. Joey is on my pussy, Holden pinching my nipples, massaging my breasts, his gaze fixed on mine. It’s unbelievable, this feeling. I’m trapped between two people I love, and they’re both set on giving me pleasure.

Two strong men.

I can’t move. I can only receive.

“It’s so good,” I say.

Joey places his mouth over my clit, and the pleasure level skyrockets. It’s not good—it’s out of this world. Three fingers working my g-spot, his mouth on my clit, and Holden’s hands playing with my tits.

Holden leans in and kisses me. He parts my lips, and I arch upward, kissing him back hard. He tastes exactly as he should, slightly sweet, warm, welcoming. He probes my mouth, explores it, demands more from me, our fluids mingling.

Joey increases the pace again, rams those fingers in and out of my cunt, demanding my orgasm. Demanding I do what he want.

I’m happy to oblige.

My climax comes from the core, from deep within me. I’m unlocked, laid bare. I pulse around Joey’s fingers and moan into Holden’s mouth, bucking off the ground to meet his lips above me.

“God,” I whisper. “God, god. So good. Please.”

Joey’s fingers, Holden’s mouth. These are my anchors in the universe. They tie me to the sand on Mystique. They tie me to the fabric of my fucking being.

I finish and lie back, breathing hard.

Joey doesn’t quit. He keeps his fingers inside me and continues at a slower pace. His tongue searches my folds, licks up and down, then settles on my polished, swollen nub again.

He’s already licked me raw, but I want more of it. I don’t care that my pussy is a little sore from yesterday’s escapades, and the day before. It’s all this moment.

All us.

“You came once,” Holden whispers. “Come again, baby. Come hard. Come while I’m kissing you.” He slips his tongue back in my mouth, and we dance again. I’m so fucking out of it.

Dizzy and hot and cold.

Perfect.

Joey suckles on my clit, and the wet noises of him feasting on me drive me higher. It’s only been a minute since my last orgasm. Surely, I’m way too sensitive to come again.

Every lick brings a half-moan, half-shriek from me.

Holden catches my tongue and sucks on it, gently. “Come again,” he says, then catches it again and pulls on it a little harder.

Joey’s just as demanding. He sucks the nub into his mouth and focuses on it, pounding my pussy with his fingers.

I’m rising already, bucking my hips, though he holds me down, pins me to the blanket, spreads my pussy lips wide open and feasts on me. My cunt is his delicacy.

“Fuck,” I groan into Holden’s mouth.

“Come, baby. Come.”

“Fuckkkk.” Sparks shoot through me. I’m sailing into oblivion again, my pussy dripping, the wet slap of Joey’s fingers inside me, the soft moans as he sucks my clit, as he enjoys it, forcing me onward. Closer, closer.

“Come for me, and I’ll give you anything you want,” Holden whispers into my mouth. “You want my dick in your mouth, baby?”

“Yes, please,” I whimper. “Now!”

“No, not now. Only when you come.”

I groan and toss my head, shake it, come back to his kisses. I try kicking my legs again but can’t. I’m pinned and loving every second of it.

I’m safe with them. Safe with my men.

“I want it in my mouth,” I whine. I’m transformed. I’m keening, desperate. I’m the woman who needs his cum, his brother’s cum, inside my body as much as I need air. “I want it all. Please! Please, give it to me.”

Holden chuckles softly, and it’s the most erotic noise he possibly could’ve conjured up. He shifts from my lips to my ear and sucks on my lobe. “No,” he breathes. “You only get dick after you’ve come. Now, be my good girl and come. Come and scream. Now.”

I can’t hold on a second longer. My eyes roll back in my skull, I shove my tits outward, arch into Joey’s face. The climax rips through my core, and I shriek into Holden’s mouth while his brother holds down my legs.

I’m shattered, white-blind bliss searing through me, tearing through the last vestiges of my doubt, of my fear.

I love them both. I love them both.

My pussy closes around Joey’s fingers, and I squirt, drip, pulse some more.

“Yes,” Joey growls. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Fuck!”

He fingers me a while longer, grunting with satisfaction at all the cum that dribbles between my legs.

I collapse onto the blanket against, still clutching Holden, and kiss him again. God, he tastes good. I’ve come twice, and I still want more from them. I want them to feel as good as I’m feeling right now.

Holden breaks away from me, brushes the sweat from my forehead and grins, flashing pearl white teeth. “You want dick now, baby?”

“Yes, please,” I whisper, flicking my gaze from him down to Joey, still working his fingers inside me. “Please.” So he knows I want it from him, too. Joey in my cunt, and Holden in my mouth. “Please.”

Joey’s fingers slide out from inside me, and he licks them off one by one, sucking them clean of my juices, relishing each one.

I moan softly in response.

Somewhere close by, another couple fucks, their sex noises drifting out from beneath the palm trees and across the sand. I don’t care about them, just this. Just this moment with these two men.

Holden sits me up then grabs me around the waist and flips me over onto my knees on the blanket. Joey strips the dress down, over my ass cheeks, still growling low in his throat.

“Please,” I whisper.

Joey spanks my ass. “Patience,” he says.

I wiggle it at him, tempting him with more. “Now!”

Holden undoes his pants and tugs them down, exposes his fat dick, already throbbing for me. He grabs my chin and my mouth drops open, tongue creeping out, immediately. I lick his head and drink up the pre-cum oozing from it, savor the saltiness.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, yes.” I lick again, and it tastes too good. Too good not to have more. I try shuffling forward to get it, but Joey holds me back, his fingertips gripping my hip.

I jerk and slap my hand into the blanket. “I want it in my mouth. Let me suck you, please.”

“Naughty,” Holden says, pinching my cheek. “Wait until I say you can.”

He kneels in front of me and sways his dick back and forth, just out of reach of my mouth, teasing me. I look up at him, at the side-parted hair, the sharp nose, and those see-my-soul eyes and groan. “Please?”

“Good girl,” he says, then finally places himself within my reach.

I gobble up his cock, greedily. I suck on his head, circle the ridge with my tongue, probe the veins, taste him. It’s so fucking good. It’s so fucking addictive. Just as good as his brother.

“You like that?” he asks.

“Uh-huh,” I manage, around his cock.

“That’s just the tip. You haven’t even taken it all yet. Open wide, baby. Open nice and wide for me.”

Joey spanks my ass again, and I yelp, opening real wide.

Holden’s dick plunges inside, and my mouth waters. This is perfect. The best I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

I don’t want it to stop. Ever.