I’m about to have sex with two men at the same time.

There’s no rhyme or reason to explain why I’ll go through with it.

Well, maybe there is.

Some reasons form in my brain. Logical ones, such as the fact that they’re two ridiculously fit and stunning men, American heroes in their own right, and they’ve been going out of their way to welcome me into their home after I lost my own.

Then there’s a more physical reason. The magnetic pull between us is stronger than the gravity the earth exerts on my body to keep my feet on the ground. It’s the most exhilarating feeling in the world, and I almost feel late to the party because at twenty-five years old, this has never happened to me before and now I’m experiencing it twice. With two different men.

I kissed Bastian because of that insane attraction. I wanted to kiss Samuel when we were alone earlier. Another first, because I’ve never made the first move in my God-given life.

But in addition to that, there’s a reason I can’t dare to tell them. They’ll feel like I used them if they find out. But fuck it. We’re sharing something special, even though I’m also using them. I’m pretty sure somewhere in one of their minds, if not both, they have a sense that they’re using me too. If that’s the case, I’d say we’re even.

And now, I’m going to let these two men take me on the wildest ride of my life.

But like I told them, this isn’t the time for talking. It’s the time for doing. Words, thinking, and processing will all end up sabotaging my will.

Taking my hand, Samuel gives it a light squeeze. “You’re going to fucking love this, gorgeous.”

I don’t have an answer and he doesn’t look for one. He tucks some of my hair behind my ear then takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, planting a soft, sensual kiss on my mouth for just a moment. I want to keep kissing him, but he pulls away and settles me in between them.

“Lie back,” he whispers, and I do as he asks.

Pressing my hands into the bed at each side of me, I kick off the covers and scoot down the bed. I feel the patch of shirt under my ass bundle up and expose more of my upper thighs. I support my weight with just feet and hands, and stretch out when my ass is far enough down the bed for me to lie flat. I meet Samuel’s eyes again and briefly turn to look up at Bastian’s face. Desire and passion darken their eyes to the point where I sense their hunger. These men are starving, and I’m about to be their next meal. The thought causes my core to tighten. My nipples respond too, raising to hardened pebbles. My legs part a little, all on their own, and the scent of my own arousal fills the air.

My mind is officially blown.

I’m drenched, aroused, and they haven’t quite touched me yet.

I can’t begin to imagine what will happen when they do.

Samuel looks down my body, his desire darkening his pale blue eyes when they pause at my midsection. Flat on my back, Samuel stretches out beside me. He turns only my head toward him. Soon, we kiss again. I moan as his hand buries in my hair, and part my lips to give his tongue access as he presses harder, the firm kiss deepening. I’m also aware of the soft movement of fingers brushing against the front of my body. It’s Bastian. He works swiftly, hands sure and steadily undoing one button, then the other, fingers lingering on my skin beneath the broader opening as he goes lower.

As Samuel explores my mouth, Bastian’s body rotates toward me. By the time he’s on the third button, the one above my belly button, his leg brush against the inside of my thighs and the heat of his face lowers between my breasts. I’m tempted to look, but Samuel’s an expert kisser. It’s soft and hard, lazy and demanding as he teases and explores. Every time his tongue dips in, I imagine that soon, he’ll fuck my mouth with this cock. I can’t wait to know what it feels like to suck on one dick while the other fucks my pussy. Or to have one cock in my ass and one deep inside me. But my wait won’t be for much longer. All that knowledge is imminent.

Bastian undoes the next button. His tongue trails to one breast and my hips move a bit. I open my mouth a little more in a moan, and Samuel swallows up the sound as he kisses me harder.

Every now and then, my eyes open and blink, taking in the shadow of Bastian’s frame as he strips off his clothes and throws them off the side of the bed. I want to stare, but Samuel pulls all of my attention back to our kiss. When the last button opens my shirt completely, I hum in a breath. The cool air hits my lower belly but is soon replaced by the piercing heat of Bastian’s tongue at the top of my mound. Then Samuel’s hand covers my breast, massaging it, flicking the nipple. He releases me from the kiss, and his mouth travels down my neck the same way Bastian’s lips start to move through my trimmed bush.

My eyes shut tight at the feel of Bastian at my clit. His touch is heaven as he runs the tip of it up along my folds and down again, always returning to my throbbing, swollen bud. With another movement of his tongue, he flicks the sensitive bud sharply, and my hips roll for more.

Samuel slides down the bed some more and covers one breast with his hot mouth while his hand continues to massage, flick and tease the other nipple. It goes from a gentle graze of just the tip of his index finger too deep, complete palming of my entire breast while he sucks the other. My attention is divided. So spread out. From a nipple, to my clit, back to the other breast, to my pussy that’s screaming to be filled.

Samuel brushes his other thumb along my bottom lip. Then, as though they have a secret psychic connection, he pushes his thumb into my mouth at the exact same time that Bastian shoves two thick rough fingers into my pussy. Fuck. I want to call their names from the way their synchronized movement sends a tingle all through my body, causing my core to clench tightly around Bastian’s digits. But I don’t, I take all that pleasure and give it back to Samuel, sucking his thumb further into my mouth, running my tongue around it the way I picture him fucking my mouth and bruising the back of my throat.

My hips roll, taking more of Bastian’s fingers inside me and making more contact between his mouth and aching clit. I’m so close. So wet. At the sound of the moan escaping my mouth between decadent tastes of Samuel’s tongue, Bastian he slides his free hand under my body. He squeezes my ass cheeks, massaging the flesh for a moment, then moves closer to the crease, and closer, devouring my clit and finger fucking my pussy, leveraging each tilt of my hips until he has a finger pressing against my ass.

“This is mine,” he mumbles against my clit.

I’m so ready for him. His slick finger circles my asshole, summoning deeper movements of my hips, and with a swift push at precisely the right moment, he’s anchored one or two finger joints into my hole.

There are hands and lips and tongues all over my body.

My mouth, breasts, ass, clit, and pussy are being taken at the same time.

And I still want more. Two cocks are within spitting distance, and I need to know if I can handle both.

I can’t control myself. Up until now, I’ve let them do as they wish to me. But that changes when I slide my fingers as far as they can go down Samuel’s t-shirt covered chest, past the waistband of his sweats. Just as I begin to feel the warmth of his groin, my middle finger touches the smooth, velvety tip of his dick. It’s huge, reaching almost up to his waistband, and when I curl my fingers around the shaft, I know my pussy is up for a challenge. I’m so gonna get stretched to the limit tonight.

I pump his shaft up and down a few times, circling my thumb at the tip, drawing out a little more precum each time. I lift my chest to Samuel’s mouth as he tortures my breasts, all while I ride Bastian’s face and am possessed by how his fingers are so strategically placed in each of my holes, driving me to insanity, reminding me without words that I’m at their mercy.

Samuel only lets me continue for a few more strokes before he pulls from my breasts, moves his hand from my mouth and covers my hand that’s working his cock to stop me. Reaching over to the nightstand closest to him, he drags open the top drawer and feels around inside it. A box of XXL condoms emerges and is quickly opened. I want to beg Bastian not to stop delivering all that pleasure to my core and ass when he lifts from me, taking all his body heat with him to catch the condom Samuel throws to him.

Quickly removing his clothes, Samuel picks up his condom. The crinkle of two wrappers opening at the same time ratchets up my need by a few notches.

They roll them on.

They’re about to fuck me at the same time.

And. I. Can’t. Wait.

Samuel slides the shirt down my shoulders. He turns me onto my side to face him as Bastian slips into bed behind me, sandwiching me in between them. We’re all completely naked. Bare. I need to see them both, though, so for a second, I roll onto my back and take them in. Bastian has all those tattoos covering his arms, chest and one side of his rock hard abs. Samuel has none, showing only corded muscle that gleams from the sweat on his body. They soon get me back in position between them, and the heat radiating off of their combined bodies catapults my skyrocketing need to be filled.

Filled by two men.

I smile.

It’d make for a great book title.

Bastian’s cock grinds on my ass while Samuel nudges the tip of his between my legs. Two thick, well above average cocks are waiting to enter me, and I briefly wonder about the logistics of it. Who’ll go first? How will they feel in me? Will it hurt? Am I ever going to be the same after this?

I’ll find out soon enough.

Bastian slips a hand between us and spreads my ass cheeks apart as his cock hits my hole. Then Samuel lifts my leg over his forearm and stops.

“Touch yourself,” he says. “Play with your clit for me.”

I do as he says and he gives me a nod—or maybe that was for Bastian. I don’t know who it’s for, but I hold my breath, bracing for it while my fingers flick my oversensitive clit. An instant later, they each give a sharp jerk of their hips, and I hear my whimper fill the room as they thrust into me.

At the Very. Same. Time.

Bastian’s cock is anchored deep past the tight walls at the rim of my ass. Samuel has driven inside me, all the way, right to the hilt. Then they stop their movements, waiting for me to adjust. The full feeling inside me is beyond overwhelming. And the pain hits me, but it’s so tangled up with my need, my pleasure, and so much fucking desire between us that I’m pretty sure I’ll come any second now.

“She fucking tight,” Bastian groans. “So fucking perfect.”

I forget all about my clit and move my hand up to hold onto Samuel. He kisses a spot at my hairline and Bastian nips my neck.

“Are you okay?” Samuel asks.

“Yes,” I manage. “God, yes. It hurts a little, but please, don’t stop.”

My pussy clenches around Samuel’s dick, and the muscles in my ass flutters to find the right balance now that Bastian’s massive cock is rooted deep. Bastian slides his hands up the sides of my arms and grips my shoulders. Samuel holds onto my waist. My body freezes again, hips tight but wanting to roll and twist to find my own climax. I’m losing my breath, waiting, needing to know how insane these next few minutes will make me.

Then I find out. One drives in while the other pulls out slightly. In and out, deeper inside and further out each time. They go back and forth, compounding my pleasure, giving me no time between each thrust. My desire climbs and climbs, so high I feel it’ll never hit a peak. The way they see-saw in and out of me makes me shudder from deep in my womb. Light starts to spark and bust from underneath my eyelids as they drive harder, further, deeper, drawing my climax from my body. My nails of one hand dig into Samuel’s arm and my other hand reaches over my shoulder and buries fingers into Bastian’s hair.

They’re rough, wild, and fierce as they piston in and out of me, taking as much as they give to me, and sharing what my body gives back with each roll of my hips. A blinding pulse of energy bursts from deep in my core, setting my climax free like a punch to my system. I don’t know if they feel it, but I do. I’ve never cum this way before not like this, with my shrill voice piercing my ears, and my body quaking and my core clenching so tightly that I feel it down my thighs. A wave of electricity shocks me, then another, and another until I collapse into bed, paralyzed from exhaustion.

I’m in another world as Bastian bites hard into my neck. Samuel presses a firm kiss on my lips as he raises my leg even higher in the air, and my two men follow me to their orgasms.

Tired and sated, my leg is lowered and they relax with me, holding on to me so tightly without withdrawing their cocks right away. I love the feel of it.

Filled.

Held.

Protected by two men.

As I drift off to sleep, I know I have to have them again. I want to learn, to feel them, to understand. And I will. I’ll probably be addicted before too long. And inspired. Which is a real problem.

I just hope they can forgive me.

Knowing what I’m going to do as soon as the roads are clear, they won’t see it coming.