When the bedroom door closed, everyone froze. My sudden impulse was quickly becoming reality, and I had a moment when I wondered if I was completely out of my mind. But then, Dante pressed his hand to the small of my back, guiding me toward my pink duvet-covered bed, and Joel laced his fingers in mine.

My heart began to race with something far more pleasant than anxiety, and I allowed myself to be pulled and pushed until I was lying on my back, looking up at the two hockey players.

An instinct halfway between fear and excitement rippled through me like a snake, making me shiver with anticipation. Joel ripped his own clothes off and leapt onto the bed beside me, hooking an arm around my waist and kissing my mouth. I returned the kiss in kind, reflecting that teenage glee which exuded from him.

I reached for Dante, silently asking him to come closer. His warm hand slid over my knee and up my thigh, instantly filling me with hot, liquid lust. Slowly and meticulously, he touched every inch of skin, traveling up under my skirt. I opened to him, gasping into Joel’s mouth.

Joel groaned and peeled the straps off of my shoulders, releasing my breasts. Dante touched the wet crease of my panties, shooting mind-bending sensations over my body as Joel’s hungry mouth wrapped around my firm, hard nipple. Moaning with need, I arched against Dante’s hand, only for him to take it away.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered huskily.

He only grinned at me and knelt down at the edge of the bed between my knees. Joel ravaged my breasts with hands and mouth, making me dizzy with desire as Dante slid my panties down my legs. My belly quivered with anticipation.

Hot breath warmed my most intimate places and I gasped, gripping the sheets with one hand and Joel with the other. He groaned, flicking his tongue over my nipple, as I slid my hand over his throbbing, hard cock.

Dante’s lips touched me, light as a petal, hot like fire. His tongue slid inside of me, tasting, teasing. I stroked Joel with a feverish need, egging him on until he bruised my tender flesh with forceful, desperate hands and violent kisses. Rough tongue and smooth lips coaxed me to the edge; firm fingers kept me there.

My legs shook and I groaned with need as Dante teased, torturing me with his calm, steady touch. Joel began to growl, thrusting into my grip. The palpable heat of his lust in my hand, in his breath, in every tense and quaking line of his body fed my own, and when Dante finally plunged his fingers deep inside me, the universe exploded in my head.

My primal scream was echoed by Joel’s. Dante’s warm, smooth chuckle rippled through the wild atmosphere, like a lifeline to my drifting consciousness. Joel rolled over, momentarily sated, and I curled up to wrap my arms around Dante’s strong neck.

He met my kiss with his crushing intensity, pressed me deeper into the bed, and came to hover over me. He demanded my mouth and I gave it willingly, tangling myself around him, desperate for more. His hands slid under my skirt to peel my dress from my body. I lay naked under his gaze, basking in the smoldering appreciation beaming from his green eyes.

He absorbed me with a glance, trailing his eyes over my skin, leaving a tingling excitement in his wake. His hands trailed after, hypnotizing me with the softness of their firm touch. Then his lips—in the hollow of my throat, over the marked skin of my swollen breasts, down my belly to the subtle curve above my hips. From the corner of my eye, I saw Joel watching.

Yes, grasshopper, I thought in ecstasy as Dante seduced every molecule of my body. Take it all in. Learn from the master.

Joel was getting excited again, which piqued my own arousal. Dante moved up to take my mouth again as Joel moved down, using his mouth and hands in a decent impression of Dante, igniting my hips and thighs.

Dante slid his hand down to circle one lazy finger around my clit, just enough to make me moan, then slid it up my belly once more. Joel took the indication for what it was, pressing his lips to the spot, ripping a cry of pleasure from my throat.

That animal look lit Dante’s eyes, and he stripped out of his clothes. His caramel skin was radiating heat, drawing me in.

As Joel lapped at me, making my hips rock in time with his tongue, I drew Dante toward my mouth. His hard, velvet-sheathed erection glistened tantalizingly, making my mouth water. I guided him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him, making him groan with pleasure.

“Oh, God, baby,” he murmured as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

It was all the encouragement I needed. He was massive—bigger than anything I had ever had in my mouth—but I wanted him. His taste coated my throat, his smoothness teased my tongue, and my tongue teased right back. Stroking and twisting with both hands, bobbing my head, grinding against Joel’s tongue, I grew lightheaded with desire.

Licks of flame stroked my body, lips to thighs. Dante seemed almost psychic, sensing my impending release, coaxing it along with a hand playing over my breasts.

My body was in control now as my brain flooded with thought-numbing pleasure. I gyrated and writhed, achingly close to orgasm, working Dante as if I had been doing it for years. I heard his breath catch, felt Joel moan against my clit, and lost myself in the thundering wave of ecstasy.

Shaking legs and curling toes launched the sweet release, and every fiber of my being followed. Tingling in the aftermath and desperate to be filled, I released Dante’s throbbing cock and met his darkened eyes.

“Fuck me?” I gasped, my voice shuddering.

“Oh, hell yes,” he growled.

He grabbed my hips and flipped me over on my hands and knees, entering from behind. I shuddered as he filled me, stretching me to my limits, pressing against my aching insides.

I reached for Joel, pulling him in front of me, taking him in my mouth. They moved in synchronized thrusts, filling both openings fully.

The rush of pleasure left me lightheaded, giddy, primal. Dante slapped my ass, seasoning the pleasure with a shock of exquisite pain. I slammed my hips back against him, taking him in deeper than ever before.

Joel’s fists were tangling in my hair, shaking, pulling. He tensed, quivering on the edge, and I released him. I laughed when he whimpered, a sound choked out between moans driven by Dante’s powerful thrusts.

“Control,” I moaned, gazing up at Joel from beneath my lashes. “Patience.”

He took a shuddering breath, looked over my head, and nodded. I felt the silent communication between the two men and indulged in a private grin. It was working…for everybody.

I slid my mouth back over Joel’s length, felt him tremble for a brief second, and heard him catch his breath with incredible control. He had it. I had never been proud of someone while their dick was in my mouth before. It was a bit surreal, but I was enjoying every second of it.

Dante’s hands were suddenly tighter around my waist. The scent of heightened testosterone spiced the air, and his voice shook with a primal groan. His reaction had an effect on Joel; the tentative control he had developed dissolved, and he was thrusting hard and fast into my throat as he held my head still.

It was more than I could take. I screamed around him as electricity shot through my body, liquefying in a pulsing heat. Dante met each of my pulses with quick, deep thrusts.

Concentrated lust poured down my throat and up into me as I shuddered and writhed with the power of my orgasm. Joel tasted like heaven, Dante felt like a god, and I…I was left a trembling puddle of sated need on the bed between them.

A chorus of sighs and groans echoed through my bedroom as we collapsed, happily exhausted, a man on either side of me.

Dante, tender as the first time, stroked my back with his warm fingers. Joel grabbed a handful of my ass and just held on, as if he were afraid to fall off the bed. I lay there, just breathing, basking in the waves of pleasure still flowing lazily over my nerves.

The haze slowly wore off, leaving me relaxed and alert in direct contrast to the men, who were nearly dozing. I kissed them both gently and rose, craving coffee and something sweet.

Wrapped in a silky robe, I crept to the kitchen to brew the coffee and rummage for sugary goodness. I had barely opened a cupboard, though, when someone knocked on my door.