I’m just about to hop into the shower when the doorbell rings. I wrap the robe hard at my front and think of the last time I answered the door this late at night. There’s a soft tingle between my legs as I think of Blake giving me a surprise visit.

I shake my head. The chance of that happening is slim to none. That’s why when I open the door and see both of them at my door, my mouth nearly drops to the floor. It’s the last thing that I expect.

“What are you guys doing here?” My voice breaks as I take them in. I rub my thighs together as a host of images pop into my head. Each dirtier than the last.

They both look down at me, their eyes devouring my body. Max is in front of me while Blake leans against the wall outside. I tug a little on my robe and keep it close to my chest. The heat between my legs and cheeks rising.

“There is something that we want to run by you,” Max says, his head craning and looking at my small apartment. His words come out in a hurry, like he needs to tell me right now before he reconsiders his words.  

“Does it have to be right now? I was just about to get into the shower.” I move to the side and let both of them inside. It’s better that they’re in my little apartment, than outside where someone might take a picture of the three of us.

Their massive bodies barely fit through my front door. They sit down on my flimsy old couch, their combined weight pushing down on the green cushions. Max leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his simple black wife-beater shirt hanging out in front of him and giving me a glimpse of his hard chest. Blake leans back against the couch and brings his fingers behind his head, his spandex workout shirt sculpting his massive body, and eyeing the room before his gaze ultimately falls at the foot of the couch and he smiles. Probably replaying the night from before in his head.

Both of them look too good to be true. I’m almost tempted to call Alex and tell her that I have them both in my room. Hearing her disbelief might just be worth it. I clear my throat as I close the door behind me.

With them both here, dirty thoughts are flowing into my mind. Dirtier than anything I’d ever imagined before. Thoughts that could be useful after they leave and I’m alone in the shower with that vibrator I got for Christmas. The wetness between my legs moves down the inside of my thighs and I move, trying to wipe it along my robe.

“So what is this about?” I ask. I take a seat on the table and cross my legs. The robe slips up my leg a little and they both look down before looking at each other.  

Blake and Max nod. Max leans forward and pulls me to him. I fling into the air and fall on his lap, his hand on the crook of my back. I look at the table and back at him, amazed at how effortlessly he was able to get me to him. I’d never last a second with them on top of me, pressing down their weight as they rammed their cocks into my holes.

Max clears his throat and I bring my eyes to his. “Blake and I have been discussing our situation.” He pulls me in a little closer, my chest pressing against his. There are goosebumps on my skin and I’m almost out of breath.

“What situation?” I ask, pretending like I don’t know. Like this isn’t my wildest dream come true.

This time it’s Blake’s turn. He runs a hand up the side of my exposed leg and parts my legs a little. He gets down on his knees and kisses my knee.

I don’t even try to stop either of them. Max undoes the knot at the middle of my robe. I find myself sandwiched between both of them and out of breath.

“We know that you want us both,” Blake whispers, his lips running up the side of my inner thigh. “So we decided to help you out.” He holds his lips at the side of my legs, his eyes on my bare pussy. I run my fingers through his hair and guide him toward my wetness. I want to feel him on my lips. To let his tongue, move along them and have him taste me. A soft murmur leaves my lips when Blake moves into me and his lips touch my clit. I hold his head in place as one of Max’s fingers tugs at my chin.

My eyes flutter open to see Max’s lips descending. I open my mouth just as he crashes into me, pulling me into his body. He forces his tongue into my mouth and a little battle starts as our tongues fight for control.

I run a hand down the middle of his chest, feeling his muscles. Blake interlocks fingers with my hand as his tongue swipes left and right. My fingers dig into his palm as my first orgasm rolls through me. Something tells me that there’s more to come. Blake’s tongue leaves my pussy lips and he gets off the floor, guiding my hand to his tent.  I yelp and pull myself away from Max’s lips as I feel Blake’s tip. I run my hand down its side and get myself familiar with its thickness.

Max licks his lips as he sees me playing with Blake’s cock. “What do you think of our plan?” He parts the middle of my robe and his chest heaves at the sight of me, pure hunger in his eyes.

“Exactly what is your plan?” I mumble as Max’s lips tug at the skin around my neck. He nibbles there as I run my hand down the outside of Blake’s crotch.

“Both of us want you,” Blake mutters. “We can’t decide which one of us gets you. So we’re going to both have you.”

My cheeks blush at their plan. Both of them? At the same time? I’ve grown familiar with them so this shouldn’t be too hard.

I love their plan. Every part of it, at least what I’ve experienced so far. And there is no doubt in my mind that I want to see where this will go.

Max’s touch on my bare skin brings me back to reality. He runs his fingers on the outside of my hips, tracing my body and taking me in. His eyes scour every inch of me, his fingers touching every dimple and scar.

“I want to see,” Blake murmurs behind me. I get up from Max’s lap and let the robe drop down to the floor. Both men get up. Max in front of me and Blake at my backside, each pressing against me. Blake’s hands move up to my shoulders, and he presses his lips down on me, sending a shiver through my body.

“Hello, sweet cheeks.” His hands move down the middle of my back and grab my ass, his fingers digging into each cheek hard and making me stand on the tip of my toes.

I shouldn’t be giving into them right now. I should be fighting them off. Telling them that this isn’t right. That this could ruin me and in some ways, my father, if anyone finds out. But, every time I open my mouth only a moan leaves my lips.

I can’t deny this. I’m not strong enough to say no. Not when I’ve spent more than a month thinking of this exact scenario. I want this.

I need this. And it’s just too hard to say no.

Max’s lips move down the side of my throat, sucking along the way. His hands are kneading at my breasts and his fingertips pulling at my nipples. Behind me, Max is kissing down the nape of my neck and his hands are feeling at my cheeks. Every inch of me is being touched and devoured by the most handsome, muscular men that I’ve ever known. And with every second that passes I’m getting weaker.

I can’t handle all of this. Never in my life have I ever indulged this way. Doing this means giving into every deep, dark desire inside of me. My legs start to shake against each other. I can’t hold myself together anymore.

“You’re not going to faint on me again, are you, sweet cheeks?” Blake’s voice is deep and seductive, his hands never leaving my side.

“I won’t,” I mutter through half breaths. I can’t keep up with this, but I don’t want them to know. I don’t want them to stop.

“You promise?” He spreads my asscheeks a little and his finger plays around my asshole. My eyes flicker open. Nobody has ever been there before, but for some reason I’m okay with his touch. And there’s a feeling inside of me that wants to give it to him, to let him take my tight asshole. For now, I keep that to myself.

“I promise,” I breathe out and push my weak body against Max’s, his hands holding me up.

“Should we continue this in the shower?” Max turns me around and feels my ass. Blake is quick to take my breast into his hands, even coming down and sucking on it.

“We can,” I say. The idea of the three of us being confined in a small space like my bathroom sends my imagination in overdrive.

“I agree,” Blake mumbles, my tits still in his mouth.

“Then it’s agreed.” Max slaps my ass hard. The pain is deep, but the pleasure is more intense.

Blake kneels and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing at all. I don’t fight his touch. I can’t even bring myself to clearly think.

He pats my ass and marches to the back of the apartment. Somehow, all three of us manage to fit inside the small room. I’m the first one inside the shower, letting the warm water run down my back. I lean back against the cold tiles and watch them as they undress. Every blink that I take is a mental snapshot that will be saved for a lonely night.

Max is the first one to undress. He pulls his shirt over his head, his biceps flexing and the ripples on his stomach protruding out. I bite down on my lip as he pulls down his jeans. I spread my legs and touch myself.

No boxers.

His cock is hard as a rock and I reach out at it, hungry to take him whole. I pull him by his length into the shower and stroke his cock, my other hand pushing him against the side of the wall.

“Don’t start without me,” Blake announces as he hurries to undress. My eyes light up when I notice the tattoo on his inner thigh. A snake coiling up the side of his leg. I’d never noticed it before. Probably because the only time I’ve seen him naked, I was trying to cover my eyes.

“I never knew you had that,” I say and run my hand down the tattoo. The snake starts from his left knee and coils between his legs, giving way to another snake. I take it in my palm, pulling him into the shower and pushing him to the opposite side.

Both men grunt as I start to stroke them. They lean back against the wall and move their hips out, letting me get more comfortable. I spread the precum up and down their lengths, doing my best to not give into them entirely. Trying to enjoy the moment.

Max parts my legs and feels the heat between them. “You’re so wet, Rose Collins,” he whispers into my ear. He moves his fingers between my folds, teasing my entrance. My back touches the cold tiled wall behind me as I try my best to concentrate. “You need to feel this, Blake.”

Max moves his hand between my legs, his fingers pressing down on my clit. Fire shoots up from my pussy and spreads through me in a rush. I close my eyes and let the moans escape my lips.

Max’s fingers push inside of me, curling and hitting my spot. Blake takes hold of my clit and presses down on it. Both men work together to get me off. It doesn’t take long to bring me to the end.

I grip hard onto their shafts as my orgasm crashes into me. I fall to my knees. I open my eyes to see both of them looking down at me with worry.

“I’m okay. Just a little light-headed.” That’s when I see both of them. Their cocks bobbing out in front of me. Calling for me, precum on their tips. I bring myself up to their cock level, stroking them.

“Do you want to take a break?” Max asks, his hand reaching behind through my wet hair. He holds his fingers there, waiting for my answer.

“No.” I shake my head. How can we stop, when we’ve barely begun?

I open my mouth and make my way toward Max, his hands pushing on the back of my head. Saltiness hits my taste buds, his cock pressing on the inside of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he says, his fingers pressing at the backside of my head. Forcing me to gag down on his shaft.

“Don’t forget about me.” Blake speaks up and pulls me away from Max. Max’s cock pops out of my mouth as I’m shoved onto Blake’s shaft. Blake forces his cock into my mouth harder than Max, holding me in place as my fingers dig into my thighs. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft and he gets up on the tip of his toes. “You’re doing amazing, sweet cheeks.”

The minutes start to fly. I spend most of my time alternating between them both. Trying my best to please them. Showing them how much they mean to me.

Max is the first to call it quits. His cock is at the back of my throat when his voice breaks a little. “I can’t keep it up anymore. I’m going to finish in that sweet little mouth of yours, Rose Collins.” I nod to his words, locking eyes with him. His fingers hold on the back of my head as his tip burns. Beside me, Blake starts to jerk himself faster.

Max shoots his load into my mouth and I suck on his cock, swallowing every bit of his cum. His body shakes and his eyes roll back into his head a little. His bottom lip quivers and my name leaves his lips.

When he’s done, I don’t stop. I can’t stop. He tastes too good. I don’t want this moment to end.

“Are you ready for me?” Blake asks and I’m quick to switch. I don’t know where this expertise is coming from, but I go with it. My finger fondles his balls, calling for him to finish in my mouth. I bring out my tongue and open my mouth.

“Give it to me,” I moan out. “I want you, Blake.”

Blake grunts. He strokes faster and leans forward. I open wide as he finishes on my face. He holds my head in place as his cum covers my face.

“God damn, this is so fucking hot,” Max murmurs behind me.

When we’re done, they help me clean up. Their hands lather soap up and down my body with extra care. They tell me that they’re taking care of me, but I think they’re enjoying themselves spreading the soap. It’s just another reason for them to feel me up, but I can’t complain.

We get out of the shower and towel off. The towels that Max and Blake use are too small for their enormous bodies, making me break out in laughter. They join in when they see how funny they look.

“So, what did you think of our idea?” Max asks when he sits down next to me on the couch.

“I think it worked out pretty well.” Blake speaks up and sits down on the other side. Both of them press their bodies into me and their warmth surrounds me. Each of them grab hold of a thigh, their fingers dangerously close to my pussy.

“I enjoyed it,” I answer. “But I’m exhausted.” I close my eyes as Max spreads a blanket down on the three of us. I cuddle up between both of them. The last thought that crosses my mind is of how perfect this all is.