“I want to,” I swallow. “I want to try.”

Jackson’s eyes flare, and Muff makes a throaty sound.

“You sure, darlin’?” Jackson rasps.

“Yes, I want to try. But...if I say stop...”

“You know I’ll stop,” Jackson assures me.

“Me too,” Muff adds.

“And it’s only once.”

They both nod.

“I mean it.”

They both nod again.

I begin to shit myself. Oh god, am I really doing this? I press the beer to my lips again, but Jackson reaches down, taking it from my hand and placing it on the table beside me. Then he takes my hand and pulls me into a standing position.

“Slowly, yeah?”

I nod, only to realize he’s talking to Muff. I flinch when he pulls me into his arms, running his hand down the side of my face. I feel another hand then, Muff’s hand, sliding over my shoulder, caressing my skin with the lightest touch. I shiver. Jackson takes my face, and tilts it to the side, before bringing his face down to kiss me, deep and hard.

I kiss him back, but I know the moment Muff presses himself up against my back, his erection pressing into my bottom. He lowers his head, and drags his lips across my shoulders. I panic a little, when I realize I’m squashed between two men. I yelp and jump, and both men move quickly away. I’m panting, and trembling.

“Hey,” Jackson says gently, reaching out. “You say no, we stop this.”

Muff nods in agreement, though his light blue eyes are wild with desire.

“I...I...I’m just overwhelmed.”

“We’ll go slower.”

I shake my head, “No...no...I want to. I do.”

I walk towards Jackson, and he captures me as soon as I reach him. He pulls me into his arms, and he spins me around so my back is pressed against his chest. He runs his hands down the side of my body until he finds my hips, then he grips them gently, and leans down to kiss my shoulders.

Muff walks closer, his handsome face tight with want. I feel my body beginning to warm to Jackson’s kisses. When Muff reaches me, his hand stretches out to stroke down my cheek. I tremble as he leans closer, bringing his lips down to mine. The moment they touch, I begin to tremble harder. Jackson is soothing me with words I can’t understand. Muff continues to kiss me; his mouth is gentle, not as rough and primal as Jackson’s.

When he parts my lips with his tongue, I groan and grip Jackson’s hands that are on my hips, but are slowly dancing up my stomach to my breasts. Muff is a great kisser, very skilled with his lips. He doesn’t give me the sparks of want Jackson gives me, but he’s certainly got my body coming to life. I groan when Jackson grazes his fingers across my hard nipples, gently flicking them before he grips my shirt.

I pull away from Muff, panting, and rasp, “Should we be doing this here?”

“No,” Jackson husks. “We shouldn’t.”

“Come on, princess,” Muff says, his voice thick.

He leads me up the stairs, and I hear Jackson locking the door before following us up. We get to Jackson’s room, and I turn as soon as I am in. Both men grip their shirts, and pull them up and over their heads. I feel my body heat with lust. Jackson is tall, dark and handsome. His body is large, heavily muscled and covered in tattoos. Muff is equally as muscled, but his skin is fairer, and his body is covered in tattoos that are so colorful, it almost hurts to look at. They are quite fascinating.

Both men stalk towards me, and I feel so tiny under their gazes.  Jackson reaches me first, and he takes hold of my shirt, lifting it slowly over my head. Muff lowers himself to his knees, and my heart begins thumping wildly. He grips my shorts, and gently lowers them. I comply, slowly stepping out of them while allowing Jackson to undo my bra. When I’m fully naked, I realize I’ve never felt so exposed in my life. My skin tingles, and it takes everything inside me not to cover everything up and run.

Muff reaches around, cupping my ass in his hand, and pulling my body towards his mouth. I whimper.

“W-w-w-what is he doing?”

Jackson grins, stroking his finger over my nipple. “He’s doing what he does best. I can fuck you in many different ways that he could probably never imagine up, but when it comes to licking your pussy baby, he’s going to make you scream.”

I stare down at Muff, who is staring up at me with eyes so dark with lust, it makes me break out in little tiny goosebumps.

“You know this is my favorite part of a woman,” he grins lazily. “And princess, you are real pretty down here.”

My knees wobble again.

Jackson grips a chair and drags it over behind me, then he sits on it and pulls me down onto his lap. He gently reaches out, and presses his hand to my chest, pushing me back until I’m lying over him, my head back on his shoulder, my breasts in the air, and my pussy right where Muff wants it. Jackson runs his hands down my side, and his lips find my ear.

“I got you. I’m right here, baby.”

I nod, and close my eyes as he begins kissing my neck. His fingers go down and find my nipples. He begins gently rolling them, paying attention to every, tiny flick that has my body arching for more. I feel Muff pressing his hands to my knees, and spreading them. Then his hand goes under my hips, and he tilts them up on a small angle. I feel his breath on my exposed pussy before I feel his mouth.

But I don’t miss his mouth.

Holy fuck.

Holy. Fuck.

I can’t say I’m experienced, I’ve only felt Jackson’s tongue down there, and I thought that was to die for. I was wrong. Muff has skill. There’s no denying it. He goes in, and he goes in hard. His tongue is strong, skilled, and damn, I don’t want it to stop. A feral groan leaves my lips as he flicks the tip of my clit quickly, before sucking it into his mouth, and then suddenly, he’s back to flicking. He’s like a damned vibrator. It’s as though he’s changing settings.