Lana:

Arousal skitters up my spine as we enter my bedroom. Declan pushes me on the bed, and Blake grabs the lube from the top of the dresser, and when I see that bottle in his hand, lust fogs my brain. This is happening.

The butt plug has prepared me well. I’m not afraid. I’m insanely turned on.

“I can see your nipples poking out through your shirt, Lana.” Declan’s eyes are heated as he surveys my body. “Take it off, honey.”

With shaking fingers, I unbutton my shirt and shrug it from my shoulders. I’m not wearing a bra underneath, and I shiver as my bare skin comes into contact with the cool night air. “Now the jeans,” Declan orders. “And your panties as well.”

Blushing, I wriggle out of my jeans and slide my panties down my hips. They both watch me get naked, and they’re not immune. I can see the hard outline of their cocks against their pants, and my pussy gushes with anticipation.

“We’re going to fill you in every hole today, Lana.” Blake’s eyes hold mine. “We’re going to take your mouth, your pussy, and your ass. You want this, don’t you, you naughty girl? Show me. Stick a finger in your pussy and show me how wet you are.”

I obey him. I insert my finger into my pussy, throwing my head back and moaning in pleasure as my muscles clench around me. “Don’t you even think about coming,” Blake warns me. “You come when we touch you, Lana. Not before.”

My lust rises dangerously, and I have to bite my lip and force myself to calm down.

“Show us,” Declan says. “Show us how turned-on you are.”

I lift my finger up to my lips. Their eyes are heated as I lick my juices clean.

“Bad girl,” Blake rebukes, stalking toward me. He climbs on the bed, and I whimper as his mouth crushes mine. My hands run over his muscled chest, and I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, trying to get it off. “I was going to taste you,” he rasps. “Of course, I still can.”

He puts a hand on each of my knees and pushes my legs apart. A frisson travels up my spine at his dominant gesture of possession, and then I don’t have time to think. His mouth explores my mound. His lips and teeth nibble and nip at my folds, and he groans with pleasure. “You taste so good, Lana,” Blake breathes, his blue eyes holding mine. “You’re a drug in my veins, honey, and I can’t get enough of you.”

That’s how I feel about them, I realize. For them, I’ve quit my job. Agreed to move to a small town where I have no friends and no career prospects. And I have no regrets, none at all. All my life, I’ve put work ahead of my personal life. It’s time to shift my priorities.

Declan’s hands cup my breasts, and he squeezes them. Blake’s head bends over my pussy again, and he slides two fingers into me, working me with his lips and fingers and talented tongue. Declan catches my nipple in his teeth, and I arch my back in heated desire, pushing my breast into his mouth. My hips buck against Blake’s mouth, and I writhe and squirm under their attention.

The corner of Declan’s mouth lifts in a smile. “You want to come, Lana?”

“Please,” I beg, my voice jagged with raw need. My climax hurtles toward me, and I can’t hold it off.

He surveys me with a smile. He’s not as calm as he pretends to be. His cock is tenting his pants, and when I reach out and trace its outline with the tip of my fingers, a shudder runs through him. “You’re going to come more times than you can count tonight, baby,” he promises. Blake’s tongue laps at my clitoris, and it’s too much.

“Come for us, honey,” Declan says, and the dam bursts. Sweet release overtakes me. My muscles clench, and wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Blake doesn’t pull away. He holds me down and his tongue circles my clitoris until I’m limp and wrung out.

“If that was the appetizer,” I say weakly, “I’m not going to survive the main course.”

Blake and Declan chuckle as they get naked. I watch greedily as their hard, muscled bodies come into view. Declan reaches for the lube. “We’re going to take you now, Lana,” he says. He inserts one finger in my ass, coating my tight bud with the lube before adding another finger.

I’m soaking wet. “Come here,” I beg Blake, who’s watching me with lust-filled eyes. His cock points at me, straight and stiff and ready, and I can’t resist. I reach for his shaft, eager to give him the same pleasure he gave me. I run my tongue over his head, tasting his clean, masculine flavor before I open my mouth and take him as deep as I can.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Declan, hurry up and get her ready. I’m not going to be able to take much of this.”

Satisfaction fills me at his words. Biting back my smile, I lick from the base of Blake’s cock to his velvet-smooth head.

Declan’s fingers twist and scissor in my ass. “Are you ready, Lana?”

I nod. I’m more than ready.

Blake pulls out of my reach. He rolls a condom over his cock. Lying on the bed, he pulls me on top of him and thrusts into my swollen pussy.

So good. So fucking good.

Blake’s shaft penetrates deep into my core, and it feels amazing. His fingers squeeze my breasts as I ride him, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I lift myself up and down, grinding my hips on his rock-hard shaft, my insides twisting and clenching. Arousal curls in my belly. I’m engulfed in raw heat as Blake’s length pounds my pussy.

Declan moves behind me, his fingertips stroking my back. He drizzles more lube down my crack, while Blake distracts me by tracing circles around my clitoris. I force myself to relax. I have nothing to be afraid of.

Declan presses a soft, gentle kiss on my shoulder. “I’ll take it slow,” he promises me. “I want this to be good for you.”

It’s always been good. Every time these two men have checked off an item on my sex bucket list, I’ve experienced nothing but pleasure. I’m not worried. I’m ready for this. I’m ready for them.

Declan’s cock nudges at my tight hole, and he pushes in, slow and steady, giving me time to get used to his girth. He’s much bigger than the butt plug. I inhale sharply as my muscles stretch to accommodate his thickness, my nails digging into Blake’s shoulders.

Declan stops moving. “Do you want me to stop, honey?” he asks, his voice tender.

“No.” The discomfort has subsided, and what’s left is heated anticipation. “Please don’t stop. I want this.”

Blake’s lips curl into a smile. “Your pussy is soaking wet,” he says, his fingers teasing my nipples.

“I can’t believe how turned on I am,” I admit, blushing and burying my face into his shoulder. “This is so hot.”

“Good girl.” Declan slides in deeper, and then he’s in, buried to the hilt in my ass.

Oh. My. God.

My orgasm comes from nowhere. I feel so completely filled by them. Their hard bodies bracket mine. Their cocks are buried in my pussy and ass, and the sensation is overwhelming. One moment, I’m nervous about anal sex, and the next moment, my muscles tremble. My insides clench and tighten, and I explode in a haze of pleasure.

They start to move in me. Declan gives me a few seconds to get used to the feeling of his cock in my ass, and then he pulls out and slides back in. While Declan slides out, Blake thrusts deeper. My entire body tingles. Pleasure hammers at me from every direction as the men alternate strokes.

I’m not sure I can take it. Their cocks are driving me crazy. I can’t stop whimpering as they fill me completely. They slide into me in unison, both pulling out of me, and then thrusting back in.

Every muscle in my body tightens. I start to shiver as another impossible orgasm builds in me. Their strokes speed up. “You’re so fucking tight, Lana,” Declan whispers into my ear as he fucks my ass.

My body is covered with a sheen of sweat. The pressure is too much. I can’t hold my orgasm back. I want to wait for them to come, but waiting is impossible as the men thrust into me.

Blake’s face contorts with lust. His hands tighten around my waist. “I’m going to come,” he says, his voice ragged. “I can’t hold on, baby.” He groans, long and deep, his entire body shuddering as he explodes.

Declan is just a minute behind. His thrusts speed up, and then he stiffens in release. I barely notice. I free-fall into my own climax, sobbing out their names and holding them tight as I come.

For a few minutes, none of us talk. Finally, I break the silence. “That’s my list,” I murmur. “Everything’s checked off.”

Declan chuckles and his arms tighten around me. “We’re not going anywhere,” he says. “Tomorrow, we’ll come up with a new list for you.”

Smiling at that thought, I lie in bed, between Blake and Declan. My body is sated and content, and my muscles are limp with pleasure.

But my mind refuses to be quiet.

I know my editor too well. John’s drooling at the idea of this story. He’s not going to let anything get in the way of that.

I’ve resigned from The Torch. I’ve made my move.

It’s time for his.