Big Dee

You and Will try to be respectful and keep it as quiet as you can when Benny is around, but right now you two are having loud sex without any limitations. With you on top of Will, the shrieking squeaks of the springs and thumping against the wall are joined by your moans, slaps, whimpers and name calling.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you moan as you're riding Will.

A thin beam of light slices down one of Benny's blue eyes in the dark hallway as he carefully peers through the open slit between the ajar door and the frame, watching your tits bounce as you grind on Will. You throw your head back as you enjoy the feeling of Will punching up into you. Benny licks his lips as he focuses on your smooth stretched out neck, then wanders down to your breasts. They look like the softest pillows he wants to lay his head on. His own hand wanders down to the inside of his shorts and palms his semi-erection, massaging it while he watches you.

Benny has always had a thing for you since he met you, but he would never openly admit it. He thinks he’s so slick about hiding it, but it's an open secret. The guys poke fun at him for it from time to time but he denies it. Will had mentioned it to you before, but you already knew. He's so obvious. You've caught him looking at you one too many times. Benny is not a shy person, especially around women, but he is around you. Will jokes that Benny is like a whole different person around you. Benny usually loves to run his mouth and be the center of attention, but the moment you're around, it's like he suddenly has laryngitis.

There have been many nights he's fantasized about you while jerking off. It’s even better when you’re over trying to have quiet sex with Will. With the thin walls, it feels like he’s right there with you. Every single mewl and whimper that escapes you drives Benny wild and makes it easier for him to imagine he’s the one pleasuring you but today he doesn’t need to use much of his imagination when he can actually see you riding Will. Your back arches as you move your hips faster. Benny fists his painfully hard cock and matches his rhythm to yours. He tries to control his breathing through his nose to keep quiet.

Will's hands grip your hips, helping you move on him as you bear down. Suddenly, Will flips you over and folds you in half, pinning your legs back. You yelp as he starts drilling into you, feeling him poking at your g-spot. His thrusts nudge you closer to the edge of the bed until your head hangs from it. Benny can see your face again and his breath hitches seeing you in the throes of passion, wishing he was the Miller buried inside you instead.

"Jesus Christ, you're so fucking deep!" you bark out as you push your hands against his abs. It feels like he's punching your cervix. That will definitely leave a bruise tomorrow.

"Yeah? You like that, don't you, you slut?" Will pins your wrists on either side of your head and tries to push even deeper inside of you. Your back arches off the bed and you cry out.

Benny’s a bit ashamed to admit this, but the degradation turns him on. There are times where you and Will make sweet, gentle love to each other but most of the time, Will refers to you with all sorts of unsavory names in bed. He was very surprised considering how reserved Will is. Outside the bedroom, you and Will are very polite and seemingly normal. Also, Will would always be so protective and adoring to you to the point Benny wouldn’t even think Will could hurt a strand of hair on your head. However, what surprised Benny even more is how much he enjoyed it himself. 

It was a bit jarring the first time Benny witnessed it as he’s not really someone who’s comfortable with using those words, especially not on you. He admires you and respects you too much. He practically puts you on a pedestal and would rather get topped by you, but seeing you this way, so freely and unabashedly expressing your sexuality by being Will’s “whore” makes his dick twitch.

You're all sprawled out with your legs perched on Will’s shoulders and you're getting closer and closer to another orgasm. You stopped counting after three, but Will always makes a mental note so next time he can try to beat his own personal best.

Benny paces himself to align his own release about the same time as yours. By now he recognizes the tell tale signs and sounds you make when you're approaching your peak. If you're on top, you brace yourself on Will's shoulders and rock yourself hard and fast until you come undone. If you're on your back, you arch yourself up as you fist the bedsheets and flex your toes forward. You always go silent for just a moment with your jaw wide open right before you find your voice again as your orgasm comes crashing down. It’s a literal crying out. He knows you’re having multiple orgasms when your wails sound like you're crying and laughing at the same time.

Benny continues to pump himself as he’s watching you, waiting for you to cum, but he's not sure if he can hold off much longer. Benny moves in closer and closer as you're nearing the end, yanking and breathing harder. Suddenly, both you and Will jerk apart and cover yourselves when you hear the door creak. 

“Fuck!” Benny mutters under his breath.

You and Will look over to see Benny standing in the hallway with a foot in the door and his dick in his hand. The rim of his cap betrayed him when he leaned too far in and pushed the door open even further and blew his cover. He usually wears his cap backwards but of all times, he chose the worst time to wear it forward. You and Will must have not heard Benny coming in through the front door. Not surprising, considering how vocal you both have been.

Benny is frozen in place with his shorts and boxers pulled down and his hard cock standing proud above his waistband. Embarrassed, he scrambles to pull his bottoms up. He avoids eye contact and tries to think of an excuse.

“I uh… “ Benny rubs the back of his neck while using his other hand to cover the front of his shorts.

“Hiiiiii, Benny boy,” you smirk and throw a small wave at him while still hanging upside down. "You could have just knocked.“

“Um, I'm-I’m sorry…” Benny swallows hard and glances over at you for a second but shifts his eyes away. His face is getting redder by the second.

You turn over and lay on your belly to get a better look at him.

“We would have let you watch if you just asked. You want me to suck your dick?” You ask with your chin propped up on your fists, dick drunk and unfazed by his sudden presence.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute--“ Will jumps.

“Oh! I’m sorry." You crane your head to face Will. "Can I suck Benny’s dick? Pretty please?” you ask with wide eyes and a lazy pout.

Will's eyes dart between yours and Benny until he finally nods.

“Alright, but only if he wants it too.”

You turn to face Benny again with a look of excitement, like a kid in a candy store and today you want to try a new lollipop flavor. Benny’s eyes go wide as he looks back at you, still rendered speechless. His mouth opens and closes like a guppy. He glances over at Will then back over to you again.

“It’s okay,” Will tells his brother. “She can suck your dick if you want her to. She’s really good at it.” He gently pets your hair before grabbing a handful and yanking it back, looking down at you.

“Isn’t that right, you slut?” Will leans down and growls into your ear.

You bite your lower lip and hum.

“Yes I am,” you agree and Will releases your hair.

“Come here, Benny boy.” You curl a finger up to signal him. “Don’t be shy.”

Benny is still unmoved as he’s trying to process what is happening right now.

“Maybe he just wants to watch,” Will leans down and starts kissing your neck and shoulders before pulling your hips back so you’re on your knees with your back arching down. Will then slips himself back inside you. You moan and make eye contact with Benny as Will pounds into you.

Benny just stares at you as you’re blissfully getting fucked. You can see his breathing getting heavy and his hand twitching over his crotch.

“Mm, Benny boy. You want some of this, don’t you?” You moan while feeling Will hitting you in all the right places. “You wanna fuck me the way your brother is? We know you like to watch and listen to us fucking.”

“Maybe I’ll let you fuck her tight pussy too,” Will grunts to Benny as he pumps away.

“Really?” you look back at Will. "Can he, please?"

“Now, now. Don’t be so greedy.” Will lands a smack on your ass.

Benny just continues to watch, still lost for words. After a few moments, Will pauses the thrusting.

"Okay, this is clearly making him uncomfortable." Will pulls out of you and sits back, covering himself.

Benny wasn’t fazed or weirded by seeing his brother naked. That didn't bother him. Growing up with Will, they used to do the stupid pranks like pantsing each other. While in the service and working missions together, they've both seen each other and other fellow soldiers naked plenty of times, especially when showering. He's even seen his brother tenting while he's asleep. It happens to most guys. 

"Do you just want to watch us while you jerk off?" you ask Benny.

"Uh..." Benny starts. “Wait, what?”

"Hey, if you're not into this, it's fine. Sorry for putting you in this position, but I'd like to finish fucking my girlfriend. So if you don't mind, close the door behind you on the way out," Will tells Benny.

"Will!" You turn around to face him again.

"What? This is awkward," he replies. “My dick’s getting soft.”

You turn facing forwards again to Benny, suddenly serious. "Do you wanna stay? There's no pressure."

Benny thinks about it for a moment and then nods oh so subtly.

"Use your words," you encourage him as you slowly slip out of bed.

"I don't think--" Will cuts in.

"Y-yes," Benny mumbles, interrupting Will. "I... I wanna stay."

Will's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, surprised at Benny's answer. The corners of your lips curl up. You walk up to Benny and he glances down at your chest.

“You wanna touch them?” You ask him.

His eyes shoot back up to yours and he swallows.

"Yes." Benny licks his lips. " C-can I?"

“Of course you can,” you encourage him. "You've been such a good boy so far," you praise him.

Benny looks over at Will and then back at you.

“Go ahead,” Will jerks his chin, pointing to you. "Honestly, you aren't the first nor would you be the last person to touch her other than myself."

Swingers maybe? Another thing Benny didn't anticipate is his brother sharing you with others. Does it mean he also has other partners? Do you share him too? Has he shared you with the other guys? He has so many questions, but not sure if he’s ready for the answers.

Benny and Will have shared a lot since they were kids. They’ve shared parents, toys, clothes, bedrooms, moments, experiences and secrets, but one thing he never once saw coming was sharing a partner. He would never even dream of it. With all the partners that he knows Will has had though, he’s so glad it’s you that he’s being generous with. Benny doesn't know if he's more embarrassed that he got caught or that you knew all this time.

Benny's thoughts get interrupted when he feels your hands grasping his, pulling them away from his now semi-limp cock. You bring his hands up to your breasts and place them over you, squeezing them a little. He groans and in your peripheral vision, you see his cock twitching in his shorts. You glance down and then back up at him.

"Can I touch your cock?" you ask Benny.

Benny has turned into a guppy again, nodding slightly.

"I need verbal confirmation," you remind him.

"Ye-yes, please," Benny clears his throat.

You remove your hands from his and reach down, hook your fingers onto the waistband of his shorts and drag him into the bedroom. Benny follows you and when you reach the front of the bed, you slip your hand inside his boxers, running your fingers through his tiny hairs and then start stroking Benny. He sighs and his hips jerk. He quickly becomes hard in your hand as you gently pump your fist up and down his shaft. Benny feels just as wide as Will.

"Does that feel good, Benny boy?" you ask.

Benny can only nod. His tongue betrays him again, feeling your soft hand jerking him. You pull his boxers and shorts down with the other hand and then spit into it to start stroking him with both hands. You start lowering yourself and kneel in front of him, keeping eye contact as you do. You lick the bottom of his shaft to the pink tip.

Meanwhile, Will starts stroking himself while watching his little lamb let her inner wolf out. He sometimes lets you hold the leash when another person is participating. Benny hisses when you tease the head of his cock with the tip of your tongue, running around the rim of it. You slip your mouth over him and get in as much as you can.

“Holy shit,” Benny groans, looking down at your beautiful face full of his cock. He’d love nothing more than to just grab the back of your head and shove himself down your throat but he doesn’t feel like he’s earned the privilege yet.

Your fingertips tickle his balls, gently caressing the sensitive sac. Benny grunts and leans down, bracing himself on your shoulders, almost falling over. You can feel him shaking as you deep throat him. His pants are getting louder and more frequent. 

“Oh, fuck,” Benny closes his eyes and throws his head back.

You stroke him and suck him harder and faster but then without warning, you stop, pulling him out of your mouth with a pop. Benny’s eyes burst open and he finds you back on your feet. You turn around to walk back to the bed and then sit on the edge of it with your legs propped open.

“Now it’s your turn,” you smile at him. 

Benny takes in a sharp breath seeing you spread out for him. He swallows and looks over at Will, as if asking for his approval.

“You heard her,” Will says, then leans in to kiss your neck.

Benny starts pulling his bottoms back up, but stops midway when you stop him.

“Take all your clothes off,” you command him. 

Benny toes off his sneakers and then pulls down his shorts and boxers, kicking them aside. He then reaches back to grab the top of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head, taking his cap along with him. He adds them to the pile next to his feet, and then starts to walk over to you.

“Get on your knees.”

Benny abides and kneels before you in front of the bed, like a worshiper idolizing their god - or in this case, goddess. He wraps a hand around one of your ankles and places butterfly kisses up your legs, pushing them apart to get to your puffy pussy, ready to eat you out, but you place a foot on his shoulder and you push him back down. He looks back at you, waiting.

“Stay…” you tell him.

“Baby, he’s not a dog,” Will chuckles. He finds it adorable when you think you're in charge.

Honestly though, Benny would gladly be your lap dog any day. He’s already quiet and well-behaved around you. He will sit and stay at your command if that’s what you want. 

“I know,” you tilt your head to the side, amused by how still and obedient Benny is being. His blue puppy eyes really add to the imagery.

Without warning, you hook your feet around the back of Benny’s neck and pull his face inches away in front of your hot core. He glances up, waiting for permission.

“You hungry, Benny boy?”

Benny nods. “I’m starving.”

“Bon appetit!” 

Benny gently runs the flat of his tongue against your pussy, looking up to watch your reaction as he tests the waters. You taste a little salty, a little musky, a little sweet, a little tangy. Your juices are probably mixed in with Will’s but he pushes that thought out of his mind because right now the only thing he cares about is pleasuring you. 

Benny puts his whole mouth over you when you react positively to his tongue. Your legs twitch when you feel him latching on to your clit. You lean back against Will who is kissing and sucking on your face, neck and shoulders, leaving some red and purple marks on the way.

As Benny is devouring you, he slips a finger inside your drenched opening. You grind against his face and he slides another finger in, moving in and out of you as he continues to pull on your swollen bud between his lips. His fingertips curl up, looking for that spongy spot and he knows he’s got it when he feels you clench down around his long thick fingers. He rubs his fingertips over and over on that spot, sucking even harder on your clit. He wants to coax an orgasm out of you.

You throw your head back on to Will’s shoulder, feeling the coil in your gut tightening. Will grabs your face, turns it towards him and smashes his lips against yours. While you’re making out with Will, Benny is licking and sucking on your other set of lips, taking notice of every sound and movement you make, pushing you closer toward his goal. 

You pull away from Will and look down at Benny lapping up every inch of you. Your thighs suddenly clamp around Benny’s head and your toes curl. He knows he’s almost there, so he works his fingers and mouth quicker and more vigorously, up until the point Will interrupts him.

“Stop.”

Confused, Benny looks up and pauses his movements, causing you to whimper. He suddenly feels dejected. Was he not doing something right? He looks up at you, searching for an answer.

“You did so good,” you praise him.

“Then why’d you stop me?” Benny asks, wiping his mouth.

“Because I said so,” Will tells him.

Benny pulls back a bit and sits back on his heels.

“I-Is there something wrong? Did I do something I wasn’t supposed to?” Benny looks at the both of you. 

Since he was a kid, Benny has always looked up to Will and has always wanted to be as great as he sees him. He’s constantly seeked approval from his older brother, whether he realizes it or not. As strange and unconventional this situation may be, this is no exception. He wants to be as good of a lover to you as Will is.

“Don’t want the power to go to her little head. Isn’t that right, baby?” Will brushes his lips against your temple and you hum, leaning into him.

“Only I get to decide when she can cum.” Will grips your face and smashes his lips against your cheek. 

“You want Benny to fuck you?” He whispers against your ear. You nod. Will lightly smacks your face and Benny flinches. 

“Tell me.” 

“I want Benny to fuck me,” you tell him.

“You fuckin’ slut,” Will smacks your face again. You hum and flash a lazy smile at him.

Hearing you being treated this way is one thing, but actually witnessing it with his own eyes so up close at just how blissed out you are, Benny is mentally storing this in his spank bank. You being in this euphoric subspace is just as hot as when you pulled on his leash, so to speak. Hell, you’re just hot all around. Even in your current messy state, you are still a goddess to him.

Will then looks over at his brother.

“You want in on this pussy?”

Benny just looks up at the both of you, still kneeling before you. As Benny licks his lips and runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair, Will reaches behind him for something. He turns back forward and tosses it to Benny. Benny catches it and sees that it’s a wrapped condom. He raises a brow.

“Safety first,” Will says.

That’s something Benny has heard from Will more times than he can count, especially on missions and his pre-fight pep talks. 

“You can have her for a little bit,” Will shrugs.

“C’mere, Benny boy,” you slur, glancing over at him with hooded eyes.

Benny quickly tears the condom open and rolls it down his cock. He gets to his feet and steps up to the edge of the bed. Will backs up and lays you down, leaving your head in his lap. Benny leans over you and slowly slides into you, testing how well your pussy would take him. 

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Benny groans.

Your hips buck feeling your walls stretching. Benny grabs each side of your hips and starts thrusting away, gently at first and going deeper each time.

“Keep it real slow and steady,” Will tells Benny.

Benny keeps up with the pacing, watching your body and face twist and turn at the sensations he’s bringing upon on your pussy.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Will praises, almost in a whisper, while lightly caressing your cheek with the back of his knuckles. You whimper at the slow torture. 

“I know, I know.” Will reaches a hand down one of your breasts and gently kneads it. You moan as you feel him pinching your nipple between his calloused fingers.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you.” He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead.

There is an astonishing tenderness to Will’s touch and words while praising you, coaching you. Quite the complete opposite of what he was just doing to you merely minutes before. Benny almost feels like he’s intruding in a very private and intimate moment between the two of you, feeling more like an observer than a participant despite being balls deep inside you.

Benny then watches Will’s hand go high up in the air and quickly falls right back down, landing hard on your tit. He feels like he spoke too soon. You yelp out and clench around Benny. He grunts and his hips stutter.

“Keep it steady,” Will reminds him.

Will slaps your other nipple and you arch up. Benny winces. He’s used to getting beat up and watching other guys get their ass kicked as well, but this is different. Will pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists it before pulling up. You squeal and arch your back again, feeling the pain go straight below to where Benny is currently stimulating.

Benny wants to look away at the pain getting inflicted on you but seeing you squirming in ecstasy is the payoff. You rock your hips against Benny’s, needing more and Benny gives it to you. He wants to be the one to make you feel that good as well. His thumbs lightly caress your hips as he’s holding on to them, soothing you. He punches his hips harder and faster. He can feel you getting wetter for him. You move with Benny as Will continues to play with your nipples.

“Ooh, Benny boy, you feel so good,” you coo while eyeing him. “I’m so close,” you whine.

That encourages Benny to up his pacing, until yet again he’s stopped by Will.

“Not close enough,” Will smirks. “She’s had enough of that. It’s my turn.”

Benny makes eye contact with Will, again making sure his performance was on par.

“You did well. I mean, look at her,” Will shrugs. Benny does and you are still grinding against him, wanting your release.

You whimper when you feel Benny pull out of you, leaving you feeling robbed and empty. Will then spins you on your back 90 degrees to pull you towards him. He climbs over you and cradles your face, looking straight into your glassy eyes.

“How you doing, baby? You wanna keep going?” Will asks, intently watching your reaction.

“Mm hm.” A wide smile spreads across your face as you look up at him and nod. 

“My sweet girl.” Will leans down and places tiny kisses all over your breasts and softly kneads them, taking his time to soothe the parts he pinched and slapped before bringing his face back up to yours to kiss you. As he pulls away, you try to sit up and follow him, wanting to continue to make out with him, but you feel his hand on your throat, shoving you back down against the bed. He puts gentle pressure on the sides of your neck and pushes your legs open with his knees, then slides his cock into you.

You moan, feeling Will filling you up to the hilt.

“Hold your legs back,” Will commands you.

You do as you’re told, hooking your arms around the back of your knees and pulling them back as far as you can. Will pushes in deeper, your pussy accommodating his length. You feel pressure on your cervix and you shriek, feeling Will trying to fit more of himself inside you. He puts his weight down on you, pushing your legs back even further. Will’s never gotten all of him inside you before but he sure as hell tries to bury himself in there every time. 

Will pulls back and slams his hips into you, going in as deep as you would take him, his hip bones digging into your inner thighs. You’re pretty sure you feel him in your gut. You cry out as Will again, moves back and punches back into you, driving himself right into your g-spot. You’re seeing stars with each impact.

"You wanna be my good girl? My pretty little whore?" Will asks, gripping your face as he fucks you. You nod and Will brings his fingers over your mouth and slips them inside it, hooking them to your bottom teeth and pulling your mouth down to unhinge your jaw. He hovers above you and spits into your mouth.

"Go suck Benny's dick." Will smacks your face and nudges you back with his hips until your head hangs off the bed.

Will looks over at Benny and he nods his head, signally Benny to where your head is hanging. As Benny walks over, you let go of your legs, letting them sit on Will’s arms and shoulder. He still has you folded in half pinned down while he smashes into you. You reach up to grasp Benny's hips, pulling him in closer to you. You softly nip at his balls before sliding your mouth over his cock. Benny shudders. As Will continues to pound into you with your legs spread wide, he runs his palm over your stretched out neck.

"Fuck her," Will tells Benny.

It throws Benny off, but he looks at Will for confirmation, to make sure he heard right.

"Go ahead. Fuck her face. She loves it. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Will's thumb lightly teases the front of your throat.

"Mm hm," you moan with a mouth still full of cock.

You pull him out and lift him to dip his balls into your mouth. Benny's breath hitches and he drops forward, bracing himself on the bed with his hands on each side of your shoulders. You carefully lick and suck on his balls.

"Oh, baby, you fucking whore. I can feel you clenching," Will grunts.

Benny looks down at you, at your pretty mouth and lightly brushes his thumb across your chin. He starts slowly thrusting into you. Short gentle strokes. You reach behind Benny to grab his bare ass and pull him closer to you. You try to deep throat him and Benny hisses. You feel Will’s thumb graze the front of your throat again.

“Good girl,” you hear Will praising you as he slows down his hips for a moment.

Benny reaches for the back of your head and starts fucking your mouth.

“Mind her neck,” Will throws out as he supervises Benny manhandling you. 

“Safety first,” Benny nods. 

Benny cradles the back of your head and carefully pushes into your wet, warm mouth. Your tongue swirls around him and grunts. You stick your tongue out and open wider for him. He plunges his cock in and out of your mouth. You can feel him hit the back of your throat as Will is punching your g-spot again.

Will adjusts his position sitting up on his knees and plants his hands right under the back of your bent knees and pushes down on them. He then drives into you as hard and fast as his body would allow. He knows you’re very close.

“Shit,” Benny grunts. Even with the condom on, he can still feel how soft your mouth is. Will ramming into you is making your body including your head jerk towards Benny. He adjusts his rhythm, concentrating on his own release.

“Baby, I know you’re there. Cum all over my cock, sweetheart. I know it’s a big one,” Will says, reaching down where the two of you meet to run his thumb over your swollen bud while still zeroing in on that tender spot inside you.

You hum against Benny, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. Both Benny and Will’s shallow breathing, your slurping and skin on skin slapping echoes around the room. All of a sudden, Benny feels you going still and quiet around his cock for a moment and then your loud muffled moans and whimpers reach the corners of the room. Your feet flex forward and lift your hips up off the bed, using Will’s shoulders as leverage. You feel your walls contracting and clamping down hard on Will’s dick. Your cries multiply and increase as another orgasm rolls through before the previous one can end. You are in ecstasy as they hit you in waves.

“There you go. I told you I’d take care of you, baby,” Will continues to roll his hips against you, pulling as many orgasms as he can out of you.

“Oh, god!” Benny’s movements stutter. He closes his eyes and braces himself on the edge of the bed as he succumbs to his release.

Will finally chases after his own and groans as he paints your insides white. You ride out your last orgasm as Will slows down.

Benny removes his sheathed semi-limp cock out of you and pulls off the spent condom.

“Hey, baby,” Will coos as he cradles your neck and the back of your head. He lifts your head up so he can see your face. Your eyes are closed as you’re catching your breath. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” Will gently massages one side of your jaw with his thumb.

You open your eyes wide enough to be able to see Will hovering above yours and manage to make a garbled sound that sounds like a positive confirmation. 

“Yeah, you’re good?” Will chuckles.

“Uh-huh.” You mumble as you look back at Will. “That was so fun!”

“Yeah? You had a fun time, sweetheart?” Will’s thumb caresses your burning cheek. You happily nod and then Will leans down to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re so precious.” Will leans in and presses his lips against yours for a moment. “You did so good, baby.” 

Benny’s back to feeling like the third wheel. Will pulls out of you and his seed seeps out of you.

“Oh, look. You made a mess. Let’s go clean you up.” Will scoots out of bed.

“Y-you want me to help?” Benny jumps in, standing there naked with the exception of his hands over his crotch, suddenly feeling as vulnerable as he did when he accidentally revealed his secret.

“Nah, I got this. It’s kinda our thing,” Will replies.

“Oh, okay. Uh, so… “ Benny brings a hand to the back of his neck and rubs it.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Will asks.

“No,” Benny shakes his head.

“Listen, don’t think too much about it. Sleep on it and think about it tomorrow when you have a clearer head,” Will says. “Did you have a good time?” 

Benny nods.

“Good. I did too,” Will nods. “And she most certainly had the best time.” He looks over at you, completely spent, your limp body sprawled out on bed. 

“Next time, just knock,” Will smirks.

“Next time?” Benny’s eyes practically pop out from his head.

“Sleep on it,” Will laughs.

You make an indiscernible sound and they both look over at you.

“I gotta go take care of her now. She’s gone through a lot tonight.” Will nods his head towards you.

“Okay,” Benny nods. “Have a good night.”

“Good night, bro,” Will nods back.

Benny goes to gather his clothes and heads back to his bedroom.

You groan, stretching out your muscles. Will turns his attention back to you.

“Hey, baby.” Will peppers kisses all over your face. “Come on. Let’s get you all cleaned up and we can cuddle, okay?”

You nod.

The sound of lewd moaning roused you from sleep, and you cracked an eye open to find that you were curled up on one end of Santiago’s sectional sofa. The room was dark save for the light from the television screen, which also happened to be the source of the noises you’d heard.

Rubbing your eyes, you sat up slightly, and your stomach did a flip as you realized what was on—porn. That definitely wasn’t what you were watching earlier. You stole a glance to your left to find that both Benny and Santiago were fast asleep, so one of them must have rolled over on the remote and accidentally turned on one of the...premium channels.

With the remote wedged underneath one of their sleeping forms, the only way you could change the channel would be to extricate yourself from the warm blanket cocoon you were currently wrapped up in to manually shut off the television, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to move. So instead, you leaned forward slightly, swiping your phone off of the coffee table and busying yourself with checking the notifications you’d missed in the hours you’d been dozing.

Unfortunately, the distraction didn’t last long, because as Benny shifted in his sleep, the volume slowly began to creep upward, and wet squelching noises filled the room. Glancing up, you watched as the camera zoomed in on a woman’s backside while two men penetrated her at the same time. Her ass, which was slick with some type of oil, jiggled as one of the men spanked it repeatedly. She whined, pushing herself further backward onto their cocks, and it seemed this wasn’t their first round, as cum was already leaking out of her hole while they fucked her.

Your breathing hitched and—okay. You were single. You had needs. You liked watching porn…from the privacy of your own home. Albeit, you were a bit more modern than Santiago, finding your filth on the internet rather than through a television subscription service. 

But it was just your luck that a debauched, messy threesome with two men and one woman would happen to be the specific piece of pornography playing when you were sharing a couch with Benny and Santiago—both of whom you’d had far too many inappropriate thoughts about throughout the duration of your friendship. But honestly, given the dangerously flirtatious edge that both of them easily toed with you day in and day out, you were willing to bet they felt the same. 

Unconventional as it may be, and perhaps just downright greedy, part of the reason you’d yet to throw in the towel and make the first move with one of the boys was because you couldn’t choose. You wanted both of them. 

Preferably at the same exact time.

(And while you had no solid proof, you suspected they might want each other, too.)

Needless to say, threesomes had become a common search term for you on sleepless nights, fueling the fantasies that played out in your head about the men seated beside you—riding Santi’s cock while Benny fucked you in the ass, sloppily sucking both of their shafts while they devoured one another’s mouths above you, Benny plunging into Santi’s ass and thus pushing Santi’s length further into your dripping cunt, sucking Santi’s cock with Benny, both of them taking turns with you until your pussy was gaping and quivering, fucked out and sloshing with cum.

You had it bad, though you managed to hide it well enough.

But this was too much.

Already worked up from the way their hands had casually been all over you as they both tried to teach you how to properly play pool at the bar earlier, your body burned with the need to be touched.

On the television screen, both men stood above the woman, furiously fisting their cocks and covering her plump lips and large breasts with creamy ropes of cum. When she stood up and began to kiss both of them, cum sliding all over their mouths and bodies, you clenched your thighs together. 

A hardly audible moan slipped past your lips as the edge of the throw pillow that had been propped between your thighs pressed against your clit. Stealing a glance at both men to confirm they were both still sleeping, you slowly pressed the pillow down harder against your hot center as you bucked your hips upward. It felt good. It felt really fucking good. But the friction was just a tease; it wasn’t enough.

After a few more thrusts, you discreetly pushed the pillow to the floor and let your legs hang off the edge of the couch. Leaning backward with the blanket still covering you, you spread your thighs apart and pulled up the skirt of the loose cotton sundress you were wearing, fingers running over the thin, silky strip of fabric that covered your mound. A shiver ran through your body.

Checking once more to make sure neither Benny nor Santiago had grown wise to your discretions, you trailed your hand higher and then dipped it down inside of your panties. Slowly, you teased yourself by wiping two fingers through your folds, which were already slick with arousal. You had to bite down on your lip as you slipped a digit inside, your wet channel easily giving way to the intrusion. 

At the sound of a groan, you froze, turning to glance at Benny. Though he had moved slightly, he was still passed out. You let out a silent whoosh of air as you slid a second finger inside of your cunt. As you delved in and out of your hole, you grew more daring, bringing your other hand over to rub circles over your clit. 

The woman on the television moaned loudly again, and you looked up to see the men had each latched onto one of her breasts, and they were sucking at them eagerly as they took turns fingering her. Christ.

Temporarily pausing your ministrations on your sensitive bud, you pulled the blanket up to your neck and then pushed down the straps of your dress. And, fuck it, for good measure, you unhooked your bra as well. Your breasts spilled out, and you began to play with your nipples, spreading your legs wider in the process so you could finger fuck yourself even deeper with the third digit you’d just slid in. The wet sounds coming from the junction of your thighs were obscene.

You were so gone pleasuring yourself that when an overeager roll of your hips caused the blanket to slip down and expose your breasts to the cool air of the room, you didn’t even care. Let Santiago and Benny wake up and see. You wanted them to watch you. 

“Oh fuck,” Benny’s voice drawled from beside you.

Careful what you wish for.

Freezing, you glanced over to find that he was staring at you with his lips slightly parted, hair still mussed from sleep. 

The two of you sat like that for a few beats in silence, neither of you moving until a choked out sob could be heard from the television. You both looked over at the same time to see that both men were attempting to stuff their cocks into the woman’s ass at the same time as they generously drizzled a bottle of lube over her rim.

Without meaning to, you curled the fingers that were still nestled inside of you, stroking your walls, and a small whimper fell from your lips before you could stop it.

“This is fucking hot,” Benny commented, running a hand through his hair and leaning back.

While you weren’t sure where exactly you found the wherewithal to speak, you carefully asked, “...what is?”

He waved a hand in the direction of the screen and then at the three of you on the couch. “This. All of it.”

You tilted your head to the side, belatedly realizing that your tits were still on full display. “Yeah, it is,” you agreed, and Benny sucked in a breath.

He didn’t have a blanket, so now that your eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room, you could clearly see the way he reached down to adjust himself in his pants. 

Before you could think better of it, you added, “I think it’s only fair if you do it, too.”

A teasing smile crossed Benny’s lips. “If I do what?”

You shrugged off the blanket completely and let it slip to the side, giving Benny an unobstructed view of where your fingers were buried in your cunt. “Touch yourself, Ben.”

“Jesus Christ.” The words were rough as they left his mouth, and he palmed his erection.

“How bad do you want me?” you asked.

A strained laugh rumbled in his chest. “I think you know, sweetheart.”

“I want you to show me.”

Benny upzipped his pants and pushed down his boxers, and your eyes widened a fraction as his long, curved cock sprung free. He spit in his palm and wiped it down the shaft, returning his gaze to yours as he wrapped a hand around himself. You reached up to play with your breasts again, and Benny moaned, tightening his grip on his shaft. 

“I’m dreaming, right?” Santi’s sleep-rough voice interrupted.

You and Benny both glanced to where Santi was seated a few cushions over.

“You dream about me jerking off on your couch often, Pope?” Benny teased, raising an eyebrow.

Santi directed his attention toward where Benny was still lazily stroking his cock, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “...amongst other things.” He turned his eyes on you as he spoke. 

“The feeling’s mutual,” you replied, shifting slightly to make sure both men had a clear view of your spread legs.

“It definitely fuckin’ is,” Benny grunted.

There was a playful smile on his lips when he turned to watch as Benny’s hips began to lift off of the couch as he fucked into his tight fist. On the screen, one man sank to his knees and began sucking the other man’s dick while the woman pushed a dildo into his ass. The desire on Santi’s face was clear as day as he looked from the two of you to what was happening on the television. He ran a hand over the stubble on his chin and took his lower lip between his teeth.

“Touch yourself, Santiago,” you purred.

Without hesitation, Santi pulled his erection from his shorts. Whereas Benny had length, Santi was fucking thick. Your mind immediately flashed to images of your pussy clenching down hard on both of their cocks as they pumped you full of cum, and you moaned, trying to plunge your digits even further into your core.

As if he knew what was going through your mind, Santi smirked as he asked, “What are you thinking about over there, sweetheart?” while wrapping a hand around his shaft.

You panted out, “I’m thinking about both of you fucking me,” and the honesty sent a thrill up your spine.

“At the same time?” Benny asked in disbelief, breathing heavily as he stroked himself.

“Of course, Ben,” Santi answered easily, confidently. His eyes focused on the way you continued to sink your fingers into your entrance. “Both of us stuffed in that pretty little pussy at the same time. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Please.”

Both you and Benny breathed out your eager responses at the same time.

Santi chuckled, turning his gaze on Benny with a challenge in his eyes. “There’s a lot of holes that can be filled in this room right now.”

You watched as Benny stroked himself harder in response, pre-cum dribbling profusely from his tip. 

With the sounds of both Benny and Santi’s moans filling your ears while they pumped at their shafts, a wave of heat spread under your skin as the ache between your thighs finally exploded, your legs trembling hard with the force of your orgasm. Pulling your fingers from your hole once you’d finished massaging your swollen clit, you made eye contact with both Benny and Santi before placing the digits in your mouth, licking off your sticky release.

“Holy fuck,” Benny exclaimed, hips stuttering as cum began to shoot out of his cock.

Santi watched as Benny painted the cushions of his couch with his seed, and he groaned huskily as his own shaft erupted, thick spurts of cum dripping all over his hand. 

The three of you sat there looking back and forth between one another for a moment, chests heaving slightly. In the background, the threesome on the television was still in full swing.

Turning to glance at the screen again for a moment, you commented mildly, “I think we could do better than that.”

Santi nodded, eyes sparkling.

“You’ve got a queen-sized bed, right, Pope?” Benny asked, not waiting for an answer as he grabbed Santiago by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up off of the couch, smashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Benny then turned and scooped you up as well, nipping at your lips before kissing you deeply. 

As you both followed Benny out of the living room, you found yourself with your back pressed against the wall in the hallway with Santi cupping the side of your face. He brushed his nose against yours. 

“Oh fuck, it’s a king!” Benny exclaimed as he walked into the bedroom, and you grinned, stealing a kiss from Santiago’s lips before threading your fingers together and heading toward the open doorway. 

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You fell back onto the couch with a sigh. Sandwiched between two men who looked to be so focused on what was on the television. You sighed louder. One of them reached for the remote, paused whatever show they were watching and turned their attention to you.

“Why are you sighing?” Santiago asked.

“You okay?” Frankie chimed in. 

“Aren’t you guys bored?” 

No,” they answered in unison. 

You sighed again. 

Frankie let out a quiet chuckle. “Okay, what’s really going on?” 

You cleared your throat and then shook your head. 

Santiago arched his brow. “Nuh uh,” he said softly. “You came in here, interrupted our show, and had something you wanted to say. So… Go and say it.” 

“Nevermind,” you shook your head. Went to go stand up, but Frankie gently tugged on the back of your shirt. Pulled you back down next to him and Santiago. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared between Santiago and Frankie. Two men who you had been living with since moving to Florida. It was only for a year—Santiago had an open room that he was leasing and Frankie ended up moving in a few months after you. The three of you slipped into an easy routine, but you couldn’t help the crush that you developed.

On Frankie.

On Santiago.

On two men who were way out of your league. 

“Nothing,” you repeated. “Forget it.”

Santiago chuckled. You noticed the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, the salt and pepper in his hair and beard. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and already he had a beard, something Frankie couldn’t grow even if he wanted to. “Oh, come on. How bad could it be?” 

You shook your head stubbornly. 

Frankie narrowed his eyes at you. His deep brown eyes bore into you, leaned in closer and then gently reached out to poke your side. You reacted instantly and jerked away from him. “Come on. Tell us.” 

“No.” 

“Brat,” Santiago chuckled. 

You should have taken offense to it. Should have told him not to call you that. Should have just gotten back up and walked back to your room. 

But instead, you cleared your throat and felt a noticeable throb between your legs. You hadn’t been with anyone in months—it just felt too weird and awkward bringing someone home when you lived with other men who didn’t have time to sleep around. 

They had “adult” jobs. Were at least fifteen years older than you. 

Frankie—a pilot, 48. 

Santiago—private military advisor, 47. 

You, 30 years old, were a barista during the day and a bartender by night. And during the weekend, you went to school online. Trying to get your degree in education, hoping to one day become a teacher. It was exhausting, working two jobs while being a student. You never really did have time for yourself anyway and the time that you did have was spent with Frankie and Santiago. Sometimes even with Benny and Will. 

But you still had needs. 

And your vibrator wasn’t doing the job anymore. 

“I’m not a brat,” you finally said. 

Frankie noticed it first. The way your voice trembled and how you subtly squeezed your legs together. He understood instantly why you had come into the living room in the first place. 

You needed to get laid. 

And you thought one of them would help you. 

“Then why don’t you go on and tell us what’s on your mind then, hm?” He said. 

“I just—“ You sighed, grabbed a small pillow to cover your face. You brought your legs onto the couch, trying to curl and make yourself as small as possible. “I just have a huge crush on the both of you and I can’t help myself anymore,” you mumbled into the pillow. 

Santiago furrowed his brows together. He didn’t understand what you said, only heard certain parts of it. Then, he reached out and gently tugged the pillow away from you. “What’s going on with you? You’re acting all weird.” 

Frankie smirked slowly. He met Santiago’s eyes. Then, turned back to you. “Feeling a little neglected, baby?” 

You gasped. 

Santiago’s brows shot upwards. Eyes widened slightly. Lips curling into a smile. He finally understood. “Oh,” he chimed in.  

“Oh my god, it’s nothing! Forget it!” You shook your head and then stood up. Both of them remained seated, leaned back against the couch as their hands rested on their laps. They spread their legs apart and you felt your mouth go dry. 

“Aren’t we too old for you?” Frankie chuckled. 

“Right,” Santiago agreed. “Surely you can find someone more… your age.” 

“Guys my age don’t know what they’re doing,” you muttered. 

“Yeah,” Santiago grinned. “You’re right about that. You might just feel more frustrated and… Pent up,” he winked.

“And you want to spend tonight with one of us?” Frankie asked. His eyes took in your frame and bit his lower lip. You were dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized shirt that reached your upper thighs. He could tell you weren’t wearing a bra—you usually didn’t when you were at home. He couldn’t lie to himself either. Frankie had thought about you in ways that he probably shouldn’t have. He’d see you leave for your shifts at the bar—a low cut tank top and shorts that reveal way too much. But it was when you would leave for your shift at the coffee shop that got his heart racing—hair pulled into a loose braid with a white shirt and flannel, and fitted black jeans that clung to every curve and your ass. God, he loved watching you walk away in those black jeans. 

Santiago cleared his throat. When you had signed the lease, he had told himself that he couldn’t ever get involved with you. It would just make things messy. But as the time passed, the more comfortable you felt around him. You’d sit next to him on the couch, rest your head on his shoulder as you watched a movie with him. It wouldn’t last long though because you fell asleep halfway through it and every time, he’d carry you into your room. This was all before Frankie moved in. Sometimes, you would bring a guy home and he’d have to listen to the sound of your bed hitting the wall and your strained moans. He wondered if you ever enjoyed yourself but he never brought it up. Felt too inappropriate to bring it up. But now? Now you were right at his fingertips and he felt excitement coursing through him. 

“No,” you finally answered. 

“No?” Santiago asked, confused. 

“I want both of you,” you said shyly. “Together. Or one at a time. I don’t care. I just—I need the both of you.” 

Frankie felt his heart race faster. 

Santiago felt his stomach flip. 

Both men felt the center of their jeans tighten. 

“Both of us?” Frankie asked. 

“Like as in… a threesome?” Santiago continued. 

“I’ve never done it before…” You whispered. “But I like you both. In your own ways. And I just—Why not be touched by the two of you?” 

“This would change everything,” Frankie reasoned. “You do realize that, right?” 

“I know…” 

Santiago added, “It could get messy.” 

“But what if it doesn’t?” You asked. “What if it’s the best thing?” 

Frankie and Santiago looked at each other. Almost like they were seriously considering your offer. Then, they both looked up at you and shook their heads in unison. 

“No,” they said together.

“We can’t,” Frankie said. 

“Not with you,” Santiago added. 

“If I was someone else, you guys would?” You asked hesitantly, rejection sitting in the pit of your stomach. 

“If you were older—” Santiago started. 

“Oh my god,” you interrupted. “You know what, forget it. I’m just gonna go out. You both can finish your little show and go to bed at a reasonable hour like a bunch of old men,” you insulted. 

Frankie and Santiago didn’t bother chasing after you. It was the right thing to do—to keep their distance and not cross that boundary. Not with you. Never with you. 

When they both heard your bedroom door slam shut, they winced and then glanced at each other. 

“Was she being serious?” Santiago asked. 

Frankie nodded. “I think so.” 

“Did we just fuck up?” 

Frankie nodded again. “Seems like it.” 

“Fuck,” Santiago muttered. 

“We did the right thing,” Frankie said. It wasn’t only to convince Santiago, but it was also to convince himself. 

“Yeah,” Santiago nodded. “Yeah.” 

About an hour later, you slipped on your black heels and stared at yourself in your full body length mirror. Your hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and your makeup remained light, natural. 

You were dressed in a wine-colored dress that clung to every curve and stopped right at your mid-thigh. A short, mini dress with a sweetheart-styled neckline, dainty spaghetti straps, and an open lace-back tied at your lower back. You grabbed your purse and then left your room. You still heard the television playing in the living room. You couldn’t face Santiago or Frankie, so you hurried past the living room to get to the front door. Didn’t look up or say bye, but then you heard the television immediately go quiet. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Frankie said first. That pulled your attention to him. He was gripping the remote, had muted the television.  

Santiago stood up, took in your dress and moved a hand in his pocket. “You’re not leaving wearing that.” 

“Why not?” You asked, eyes narrowed at them both. You moved to cross your arms over your chest, unintentionally squeezing your breasts together. 

Frankie’s eyes flickered. His gaze dropped to your chest, down to your curves, to your exposed legs. You turned slightly and then his eyes moved to your ass. He practically let out a quiet groan at the sight. Fuck, you looked like something he could eat right then and there. 

“Are you crazy? Are you looking for trouble?” Frankie asked, voice a little shaky. 

“No and no. I’m horny and I’m gonna find someone to go home with,” you answered. 

“Like hell you are,” Santiago growled. 

You scoffed, turned on your heel and continued walking to the front door. Just as you were about to open it, you felt someone stand dangerously close behind you. He reached a hand out to shut the door roughly. You cleared your throat and then turned your head to look at him. 

Frankie. 

“You’re not going anywhere looking like that.” 

“I gave you both a chance,” you whispered. You felt him step closer to you. Could feel the heat of his body behind you, his breath against your ear. Then, you felt it. His hardness. “You turned me down. Both of you did.”

“We’re trying to do the right thing, baby,” he whispered. “But you’re making it really fucking hard to do just that.” 

You turned around, looked up at Frankie. You could play this game too. “Yeah?” You asked, hand moving to run from his forearm and up to his bicep. You heard him inhale sharply. “I’m actually thinking that you guys turned me down because you can’t keep it up.” 

Santiago chuckled darkly. He stepped in behind you. Strong hand on your hip. 

Just like earlier, you were now sandwiched between both men. Frankie in front of you, Santiago behind you. Their hardness pressing against you. 

Santiago leaned forward, lips brushing against your ear. “Or maybe we turned you down because if this were to happen, we’d ruin you. Other men won’t stand a chance against us.” 

Frankie smirked, caught the way you inhaled shakily. He brought a hand up to your other hip, thumb brushing against the fabric of your tight dress. “He’s right. We’re thinking that you actually have never been with someone like us.” 

“Yeah?” You stared up at Frankie, gripped his bicep and let your breath fan across his lips. “And what’s that, hm? You both seem very confident in your abilities to please a woman and since the time I’ve been here, I haven’t seen one woman come out of either of your rooms.” 

“Brat,” Santiago repeated. He brought his other hand to wrap itself around your ponytail and then tugged until you tilted your head back against his shoulder. You gasped and shut your eyes as both men pressed firmly against you. 

Frankie’s other hand moved to the expanse of your neck, now fully exposed because of Santiago’s grip around your hair. His thumb brushed against your throat. “You like teasing us, don’t you, baby?” 

“You guys make it easy,” you grinned. You wanted to push all of their buttons until they wrecked you. “Not my fault it’s easy to get under your skin.” 

Frankie and Santiago shared a look, one simple nod before they both stepped away from you. You sighed and looked up, both of them now standing in front of you. 

“If we do this,” Frankie began. “We need to have some rules.” 

You nodded. Dropped your bag carelessly to the floor. The club now an afterthought. “Rules, okay. Yeah. I like that,” you answered eagerly. 

“And you can’t break ‘em,” Santiago said. 

“Okay,” you said. “I won’t break them.” 

“Okay,” Frankie and Santiago nodded. 

“Rule number one: this stays between the three of us,” Frankie said. 

“Agreed,” you nodded. “I got it.” 

“Rule number two: no special treatment from me,” Santiago added. 

“Special treatment?” 

“I’m still your landlord,” he explained. “You still need to be on top of your payments.” 

“Okay,” you agreed. “I haven’t ever been late on rent or anything else, but okay. That’s fair.” 

Frankie and Santiago glanced at each other again before they looked at you. Simultaneously, they said, “And rule number three: if you don’t like something, you tell us. If you don’t want to do this anymore, you tell us.”

Frankie continued, “Consent is important to us and we want to make sure that you’re okay with this.” 

“And we want to make sure you feel good too. We don’t want to pressure you into things you’re not comfortable with doing,” Santiago added. 

“Okay,” you nodded. “Rule number three: transparency and communication. Got it. We need a safe word then.” 

“Safe word?” Santiago asked. 

“Yeah, in case it becomes too much… For either of us.”

“Okay,” Frannie nodded. “What do you have in mind?” 

“Waffles,” you grinned. 

“You mean what you eat for breakfast every morning?” Santiago chuckled. 

“Yeah,” you smiled. “It’s not like I’m gonna be screaming waffles during sex, so it’s a good safe word.” 

“Okay,” Frankie smiled. “Waffles it is.” 

“Waffles,” Santiago agreed.  

“Wait,” you said quietly. “Are there any rules to kissing?” 

Both of the men shook their heads. 

“I’m okay with it,” Frankie said. 

“Me too,” Santiago nodded. 

“Good.” You then leaned forward, pulled Santiago first and pressed your lips firmly against his own. He was shorter than Frankie, but still very much taller than you. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck as you leaned into him. His lips were soft and contrasted just right with the roughness of his beard. 

Santiago’s hands moved to your hips, pulling you flush against him as his lips moved eagerly with your own. It was messy, urgent, filled with need and desire. He felt your hands move through his hair, gently tugging as he grinned against your lips. 

“You’re eager,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“I’m horny,” you giggled and pulled away slowly. 

Frankie stepped in from behind you, lowered his head to press soft kisses along your shoulder. 

You gasped quietly, feeling Santiago lean forward to press light kisses along the side of your neck. Frankie’s hands moved down to your hips and then tugged. Hard. Brought your ass to press firmly against his hardened length. 

“Your fucking ass,” Frankie whispered, teeth grazing your skin. “They look good in everything, don’t they?” 

He pulled back, glanced down at your ass as you rolled back against him. Frankie growled, moving a hand to the end of your dress and lifted it slowly. 

“You really gonna undress me here? At the front door?” You asked, gently resting your hands on Santiago’s chest. You pushed him away slowly and then thrust your hips back enough for Frankie to step back away from you. 

“I’m thinking that maybe we just stare at you,” Santiago smirked. “Because you look fucking amazing in that dress.” 

“Maybe give us a twirl, baby,” Frankie grinned. They both walked back to the couch, sat back down and stared up at you. Each of their deep brown eyes darkened with lust, with desire. 

You bit your lower lip and reached up to undo your hair from its ponytail. You ran your hands through your hair and walked towards them, slowly turning around to give them a good look at the dress that was skintight, high on your upper thighs. 

You turned—back now facing them—as you felt one of their hands gently reach out to the knot that you tied with the straps of your dress. Santiago tugged gently, unraveled it, and you felt the dress loosen around you. 

You inhaled sharply and then let the dress fall to your ankles. You had opted to not wear a bra and underwear, really determined to have gone home with a stranger tonight. Now just standing in your black heels, you looked over at your shoulder. 

Santiago and Frankie’s eyes took in every inch of your frame. Under their gaze, you couldn’t help but feel like you were the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. 

“You weren’t wearing anything under that dress?” Santiago asked, voice low. Shaky. 

“Like I said, I had one thing in mind tonight.” Slowly, you turned around. You bit your lower lip as you watched their eyes widen at your bare front. 

It was quiet. Almost like you could hear their hearts pounding in their chests at the sight of you. 

“Fuck me,” Frankie muttered. 

“I’m trying,” you teased. 

Santiago reached for your hand, tugged on it gently until you fell back onto the couch. Once again, sandwiched between both of them. He looked down at you and then pulled his shirt over his head. Frankie followed suit. 

You looked between both men, biting your lower lip in anticipation. “You both have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt about this.” 

“Yeah?” Santiago whispered, leaned in and began peppering kisses along your neck. He brought a hand up to your chest, thumb brushing against your nipple. “Tell us.” 

Frankie stood up and kicked off his shorts. Now clad in only his boxers, you could see the outline of his hardened length so clearly. He was thick, girthy and he reached down to squeeze himself when he noticed where your eyes had gone. 

Santiago then began to caress your breast into the pit of his palm, feeling you arch further into his touch. He smirked, glanced over at Frankie and nodded. 

Frankie smirked, kneeled down between your legs and pushed them apart. He let out a shaky breath as his hands kneaded the meat of your inner thighs. “Oh baby, she needs this, huh?” He asked, leaned in closer as he licked a stripe along the length of your wet sex. 

You gasped loudly, hands moving to the couch as you closed your legs and pulled away from him. Both Frankie and Santiago looked at you, eyes filled with clear concern now. 

“Waffles?” Frankie asked. 

You shook your head. “I just—No one has—” You sighed. 

“No one’s ever gone down on you?” Santiago finished for you. He clicked his tongue and then gently took your hand. Kissed the back of it and stared up at you. “If you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to do it.” 

Frankie nodded. “Yeah, we do what you’re comfortable with doing, baby.” 

You sighed. “No, I—I want to experience it. It just took me by surprise.” 

Frankie looked at you, leaned up on his knees and gently tugged you to the edge of the couch. Sitting up, he leaned forward and brushed his nose with yours. “Do you trust me? Trust us?” He whispered. 

You nodded, eyes flickered to Santiago and then back at Frankie. “Yeah, yes.” 

“Good, baby,” Frankie said softly. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You let out a quiet gasp when you felt his lips, immediately moving your hands to rest on his chest. He flexed his muscles underneath your fingertips. 

“Mm,” you whimpered against his lips, feeling one of his hands move back down between your legs. You parted them for him. 

Then, you felt him begin to rub slow circles against your bundle of nerves. You gasped against his lips and felt him press further into you, tongue eagerly sliding into your mouth. Frankie was taking his time, but you felt his urgency, felt him slowly beginning to lose his resolve when he felt just how wet you were. 

You moved your hands into his hair as you moved your lips with his, tongue tangling with his own. He lowered his hand further and then slowly slid his middle finger into your folds. 

You pulled away abruptly, head tossed back at the sudden intrusion. A loud moan escaped your lips and Frankie smirked. He wanted to hear more of that, wanted to see you react like that again. 

Santiago looked down at Frankie slowly beginning to pump his finger in and out of you. He could see the way his friend’s digit glistened against the light. You were fucking wet.  

Frankie began peppering kisses down your body until his face settled back between your legs. He stared up at you and slowed the pumps of his finger briefly. 

“Can I?” He whispered, breath fanning across the length of your sex. 

You shivered, looked down at him and then nodded. “Y—Yeah…” 

Frankie smiled and then turned his head to place light and gentle kisses along your inner thigh. You sighed and leaned back against the couch, turning your head briefly to look up at Santiago. You reached out, hand gently resting on his chest as he leaned down. 

Just as you were about to say something, you felt Frankie’s mouth on you. He flicked his tongue repeatedly against your bundle of nerves as he simultaneously slid in another finger. 

A loud moan escaped your lips. Santiago grinned, leaned down and then gently brushed your hair away from your face. “Feel good?” He asked. 

You nodded. Eyes fluttered. Your lower abdomen tightened and you felt your walls give way to him. It wasn’t like anything you felt before—all of the sensations hitting you at once. 

“Fuck yes,” you moaned breathlessly. 

“Good,” Santiago grinned and then leaned in to press his lips firmly against your own. You could barely keep up with him, Frankie doing a damn good job at distracting you. You pulled away from his lips to let out a quiet gasp when you felt Frankie’s fingers hit that spongy part inside of you. 

It caused your back to arch. 

Your eyes shut tight. 

Another moan left your lips. 

Frankie applied pressure to your clit—sucking with just the right amount of pressure to push you closer over the edge. 

“You like when he does that?” Santiago whispered, moving a hand across your breast lightly. 

You nodded, unable to form any words as your own hands moved to grip Frankie’s hair. 

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” Santiago continued, now brushing his thumb over your peaked nipple. It caused a shiver to run through your body. “You hear the sounds your body’s making? Hear how fucking wet you are?” 

Santiago pressed his forehead against your temple, began to massage your breast into his palm. Frankie’s fingers were pumping in and out of you fast and he could hear the squelching sounds mix in with your moans. 

You were close. So fucking close. 

You hadn’t felt like this before. Like something in the pit of your stomach was going to snap. 

You suddenly pushed Frankie away, afraid of what was about to happen. His fingers slid out of you and he looked down at them, fucking glistening with your wetness. Felt your wetness dribble down his chin as he licked his lips.

“What—”

You shook your head. 

Santiago smirked. 

Frankie’s eyes glimmered with pride. 

“You were gonna fucking come, weren’t you?” Frankie asked, voice low. 

“I don’t—I don’t know, it just felt like I couldn’t take whatever was gonna happen to me,” you admitted honestly. 

Santiago and Frankie nodded. 

“What kind of men have you been with?” Frankie asked. 

“Not men if they never made you come before,” Santiago chuckled. 

“Hey! I have come before…” 

“Oh yeah?” Frankie smirked, tugged on your ankle to pull you back closer to him. He moved his hand back between your legs, grazed your clit as he moved down. You gasped. “Then let it happen, baby.” He slid two fingers back inside of you and wasted no time in beginning to pump them in and out of you. 

Santiago smiled, reached down and with his own hand began to circle your clit. 

It felt unreal. Both of them—their hands on you like this. 

“I—I can’t,” you repeated breathlessly, hands moving to grip the edge of the couch. 

“Yeah you can,” Santiago reassured. “Be a good girl and let go for us.” 

“Yeah, baby,” Frankie repeated. “Come for us.” 

Baby. 

Good girl. 

Come for us. 

Suddenly, something inside of you snapped. Your body shook as the orgasm took over. Frankie’s fingers continued to pump in and out of you as Santiago applied more pressure to your clit. 

It was too much and not enough all at the same time. 

“F—Fuck!” You yelled out, hand moving to both their wrists as you tried to push them away. 

They both shook their heads. 

Clicked their tongues. 

Then Santiago grabbed your wrists, pinned them above you. 

“Oh my god!” Your eyes fell shut. Tight. Like keeping them open was the hardest thing to do. 

You tried to squeeze your legs shut. Frankie just held them apart more firmly. 

Your breaths were coming in short pants now as they helped you ride out your climax. 

Then, Frankie pulled his fingers out of you. Santiago pulled away. 

You finally opened your eyes, staring up at Frankie who had placed his wet fingers into his mouth to taste your wetness again. 

Santiago released your wrists and then you looked over at him. Watched him kick off his own pants. Your eyes deviated to the outline of his length. Girthy, too. 

“You okay?” Frankie asked, taking his fingers out of his mouth as his hands now moved to run along your upper thighs soothingly. “Wasn’t too much?” 

You shook your head. Still panting. Still breathless. 

“Is that enough for tonight?” Santiago asked. 

Neither man wanted to push you. 

“I’m okay,” you reassured. “As for your question, Santi, we’re not done yet,” you answered. You stood from the couch, began walking down the hallway. When you glanced over your shoulder to see both Frankie and Santiago still at the couch, you let out a quiet giggle. “Are you both coming?”  

Frankie and Santiago stared at each other before turning their attention on you. Nodding quickly, both men scrambled to their feet and followed you down the hallway and into your bedroom. 

You had kicked off your heels and were already on your knees by the time they stepped inside, hands obediently placed on your thighs. You could still feel your body shaking, could still feel your heat throbbing for more. 

But you wanted to taste them. 

Needed to have them both in your mouth. 

Frankie felt his manhood jerk against the fabric of his boxers. 

Santiago cleared his throat at the sight of you and stepped closer until he was standing above you. 

You were grinning, lower lip pulled between your teeth. 

“Would this be weird? Seeing each other like this?” You finally asked. 

Frankie and Santiago chuckled and then shook their heads. “You’d be surprised actually.” Santiago replied, pushing his boxers down. “We’ve done this before.” 

Your eyes widened. Partly because of what he said, but also because you watched his manhood bob against his lower abdomen once the fabric was pushed off his legs. 

“This isn’t your first time?” You asked, voice shaking. 

Frankie shook his head and then kicked off his own boxers. He reached down and began to stroke himself at the sight of you looking so fucking pretty sitting on your knees. “Nope, but I’ve got a feeling that we’re only gonna be doing this with you from now on.” 

You cleared your throat, turning your attention to Frankie. Just as girthy, maybe just a little longer in length than Santiago. 

God, they were fucking gorgeous. 

Santiago smirked, reached down and began to stroke himself too. Both men stepped closer and you looked up at them, waiting. 

Waiting for them to tell you what to do. 

“Oh,” Frankie smirked. “You want us to tell you what you should do?” 

You nodded. 

Santiago grinned. “And here I thought you were a brat. Guess I was wrong because you’re sitting there looking all pretty and behaving like a good girl.”

“Oh, I’m just sitting like this so you guys give me what I want. I can be a brat…” you smiled innocently. “As long as you guys promise to punish me…”

“Fuck me,” Frankie muttered. “Minx.” Then, he leaned forward and gently brushed the tip of his leaking manhood along your lips. 

You parted them eagerly, darted your tongue out to get a taste of him. His eyes fluttered. A quiet groan escaped his lips. 

“Mmm,” you whispered, leaning forward to take more Frankie into your mouth. He whimpered and dropped his hand from the base of his length to tangle itself in your hair instead. He shut his eyes, head tilting back as he pushed his hips further into you. 

You smiled with Frankie’s fucking cock inside your mouth and then reached for Santiago’s length, stroking him slowly. 

You bobbed your head against Frankie, tongue pressed on the underside of his manhood as you felt him begin to move his hips slowly into you. It wasn’t until you leaned forward that he held you firmly against his lower half. You gagged around his length, feeling the head of his cock push against the back of your throat. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, slowly pulling away from him. His length bobbed against you, looked down at himself to see it glistening with your saliva. You were still fucking smiling and Frankie felt his heart race faster at the sight. 

You then turned to Santiago, still stroking his length as you brought your other hand to help you. You leaned forward, wrapped your lips around his leaking tip and sucked. Santiago groaned, moving a hand to your hair as he let you take the lead. 

Frankie moved to sit on the edge of your bed, reaching down to stroke himself at the sight of you. Santiago wasn’t lying. They both had done this before—when they were younger… much younger. 

But god, you looked heavenly. Looked like you were enjoying this just as much as they were because Santiago felt you lean in closer until you took his entire length in your mouth. You were impressive and fuck, he wanted to keep you. 

Santiago had to pull away because you kept wanting to fucking deepthroat him and he didn’t want to finish any time soon. He made a mental note of that later though—maybe he’d come down your throat next time. 

You looked up at him and pouted. Fucking pouted. 

“What?” He asked. 

“I was having a good time…” 

“Yeah, me too,” Santiago chuckled. “But I don’t want to finish without feeling you around me.”

You bit your lower lip and then nodded. 

“Get on the bed,” he said. 

You stood up, turned around and noticed Frankie staring up at you with his length in his hand. He smiled at you and then you climbed on your bed. Frankie stood up, kept you on all fours as he stood behind you. 

Your ass was on full display for him and he stepped forward, large hands grasping each cheek. He groaned and as his tip brushed against your sex. Frankie brought his hand back before he connected with your ass with a loud slap. 

You gasped, let out a whimper as you pushed back against him. 

“Oh, you like that,” he grinned. Frankie repeated the motion and watched as Santiago climbed onto the bed in front of you. He looked back down, watching your ass shake with every slap. He grasped the base of his length and rubbed the head of his member along your sex. He grunted lowly under his breath at the feel of your wetness against him. Slowly, Frankie pushed his tip past your folders, watched as you immediately reached behind you to push him away. 

Growling, Frankie grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. He continued to press forward, feeling your walls encompass his length inch by inch. You were warm and wet, and so fucking tight. It wasn’t until he filled you to the brim that he pulled you upwards, keeping a tight grip on your arms. 

“Fuck,” he whispered into your ear, pulling his hips back only to thrust back into you. “Could feel you trembling, baby.” Frankie smirked, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your ear. 

“F—Frankie,” you moaned. It was an uncomfortable and painful stretch that your walls had to give way around him. No amount of preparation would have gotten you ready for him.

Santiago leaned in and cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your jawline. “Tell us,” he whispered, nose brushing against your own as his length brushed against your lower abdomen. “Tell us how Frankie feels.” 

“Good,” you whimpered. “Big.” 

Frankie delivered a hard thrust, grunting against your ear. “Yeah, baby?” 

“Y—Yes,” you moaned. “Please, don’t—don’t stop.” 

“Oh, he won’t,” Santiago smiled, leaning in to press his lips firmly against your own. He moved his lips slowly against your own and dropped his hand between you to begin rubbing your clit in time with Frankie’s thrusts. 

Frankie continued to thrust into you at a rapid pace. The sound of his skin slapping against you echoing off the walls of your bedroom. It was obscene—the sounds that you were making, the sound of Frankie slamming into you roughly with each thrust. 

And it wasn’t like anything you felt before. 

Frankie slowed briefly, releasing your hands. He was panting quietly, slapping your ass once more as he leaned back. 

Santiago was still kissing you, tongue sliding into your mouth as he continued to rub circles against your bundle of nerves. He felt your arms wrap around his shoulders as you began to push back against Frankie. 

“That’s it, baby,” Frankie praised, eyes focused on the way your ass shook with each push back against him. He moved a hand to your ass and gripped the meat of it, growling at the way your walls slid along each inch of his throbbing length. 

You were bracing yourself against Santiago and had to pull back from the heated kiss when you finally felt the knot in your stomach unravel. You pushed firmly back against Frankie—to the hilt—as you reached another orgasm around him. 

Your nails dug into Santiago’s back as Frankie gripped your hip from behind, holding you to him as he slowly pushed in and out of you to help you ride out your climax. He smirked to himself, slowly pulling out of you as he noticed his length glistening with your wetness. 

“That feel good?” Frankie asked. 

You nodded, falling onto your abdomen and rolling on your back. You were about to say something but Santiago pulled you to him and settled himself between your legs. He took a hold of his length and slowly slid into you. You were so wet that he slid in without issue, but your back arched at the sudden intrusion. 

You weren’t ready. 

You were still fucking sensitive. 

And he felt just as big as Frankie did. 

You stared up at him, shaking your head slightly. “S—Santi,” you mumbled, feeling him push further into you. You were wet, but fuck he felt just as big. 

“Too much?” He asked, bringing a hand up to your cheek. Santiago brushed some hair away from your face as he stared into your eyes. 

You nodded, but he smirked and just slammed into you fully. A loud moan left your lips as you tried to reach out for him. He shook his head and the hand from your cheek moved to your throat. Lightly applying pressure, Santiago watched you—waited to see if you would give him a look that told him you didn’t like this. 

But it never came. 

You gasped. 

Then grinned. 

“You like it rough,” Santiago pointed out. He pulled out to his tip before he slammed back into you. Applied a bit more pressure against your throat. 

You nodded, eyes fluttering as you tried to revel in the way he felt moving in and out of you. Frankie had climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees near the top of your head. He leaned forward and reached down to begin circling your clit. 

Santiago chuckled at the look on your face—eyes widened as you tried to scramble away. It was becoming too much. You didn’t know if you could come again. 

Santiago released his grip around your throat to move his hands to your hips. You let out a heavy breath and reached above you to wrap your hands around Frankie’s length. He gasped and the pressure and movement around your clit faltered. 

Frankie’s eyes narrowed down at you as he allowed you to stroke him. It was messy, not consistent, because Santiago was fucking you into the mattress. He knew you were close, felt your grip around him loosen as he continued to apply pressure to your bundle of nerves. 

Santiago couldn’t help himself. The way you felt around him—so tight, wet and warm—had him losing all of his resolve. He slowed his hips, delivering deep and slow thrusts instead. 

But he felt you tightening up around him. Santiago’s eyes flicked over to Frankie and nodded—a signal to let him know that you were close. 

Frankie nodded and continued to circle your clit with the pads of his fingers. You were so fucking wet and he glanced to see where Santiago was plowing into you. The hair at the other man’s base completely soaked. 

“Oh fuck,” Santiago groaned. “Come for me, baby. Fuck.” He delivered a couple more thrusts until you tightened around him. He gasped quietly and brought one hand up to your breast, squeezing it tightly into his palm. 

When Santiago pulled out of you, Frankie gently tapped your clit and watched your eyes flutter. He could see your body shake and tremble. He pulled away, sat down and looked over at you with a soft look on his face. 

“You okay, baby?” Frankie asked. 

You nodded. Breathless. Panting. You gave him a thumbs up as you remained on your back. 

Santiago chuckled and ran a hand through his damp hair. “Need a break?” 

You nodded. “Water?” You managed to say. 

Santiago smiled, leaned down and gently pecked your lips. He was still hard as he reached down to squeeze the base of his length. “I’ll get you water.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled, biting your lower lip when he pulled away. You watched him climb off your bed, eyes dropping to his bare ass before you turned to Frankie. 

He was lying down next to you, hand lazily wrapped around his length. You looked down—still, he was just as hard as Santiago was. 

“Can’t believe this is happening,” you whispered. 

Frankie smiled, gently tugged you to his side as his free arm wrapped around your shoulders. You snuggled closer to him, hand coming down to wrap around his base instead. “Me too,” he added, a quiet moan escaping his lips when he felt your hand slowly begin to stroke him. “Always had a thing for you,” Frankie admitted. “Just didn’t know—fuck—just didn’t know if you wanted this.” His eyes fluttered, hips slightly bucking up. 

You bit your lower lip as you looked up at him, smiling to yourself. Slowly, you threw your leg over his lap and straddled his waist. His hands immediately moved to your hips as you continued to stroke him between your bodies. 

“Thought you needed a break?” Frankie asked, deep brown eyes staring up at you. 

You shrugged, released his length as it rested against his abdomen. You smiled and then rolled your hips against him. You let out a quiet whimper when you felt the underside of his manhood against the length of your sex. 

Frankie groaned, fingertips digging into your skin at your hips. You were still so fucking wet that it allowed you to move your hips forward and backward with ease against him. He could feel his length throbbing against you as he leaned up to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. 

You gasped, reached down for him and positioned his length at your opening. Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto him and you felt him pull away from you to let out a low groan. 

“Shit,” he mumbled, hands moving to your ass to slowly help you move up and down his length. 

Santiago stepped inside and let out a quiet chuckle, setting the glass of water down on your nightstand. 

“Thought you wanted water?” Santiago asked as he glanced down between your body and Frankie’s, watching his friend’s manhood disappear and reappear into you. 

“I—I couldn’t help it,” you whimpered, feeling Frankie deliver a sharp thrust up into you. You glanced over at Santiago and lowered your eyes to see him stroking himself. “Come—fuck—come here…”

Santiago chuckled and nodded. He climbed back onto the bed and was about to sit down before you shook your head. You sat up on Frankie’s lap and reached over for Santiago. Leaning forward, you wrapped your lips around the head of his manhood as your hips rolled slowly against Frankie’s. 

Santiago groaned and looked down at you, hand moving to your hair as you began to bob your head against him. It was sloppy though, especially when Frankie moved his feet to plant on your mattress to continue to thrust up into you. 

You moaned around Santiago, one hand on Frankie’s chest and the other wrapped around Santiago’s length. It felt so good. All of this felt so fucking good. 

“Fucking dirty girl,” Santiago groaned, pulling his hips back as his length slipped out of your mouth. “Want us to use you, that it?” He asked, pushing himself back inside. 

Frankie thrust upwards and you gasped. He felt deeper this way. Bigger too. 

“Yes,” you answered breathlessly. “Fuck yes!” 

Frankie smirked and then rolled you over onto your back. He grabbed your wrists, pinned them above your head as his hips slammed into you repeatedly. 

Santiago moved to his knees, inched his way closer to you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned your head to the side until the tip of his length brushed against your lips again. You understood what he meant and you nodded, parting your lips for him as he pushed into you. 

Frankie groaned at the sight of you. Santiago’s manhood in your mouth, him inside your walls. You were completely at their mercy and you loved it. 

Fuck yes, you loved it. 

Santiago continued to thrust into you, until he felt a knot at the pit of his stomach. He pulled out, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “Gonna make me come if you keep doing that.” 

“Do it,” you moaned, eyes staring into his as your body jerked upwards with every harsh thrust that Frankie delivered. 

“Yeah? You want that? Want me to come down your fucking throat?” Santiago smirked, lips brushing against yours as you panted against his mouth. 

“Yes!” You tried to squirm away, especially when you felt yourself tip closer and closer over the edge. Frankie’s grunts began to get louder as he kept your wrists pinned down against the mattress. 

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, pulling out of you abruptly. 

Santiago pulled you to him instead. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, moving his fingers to thrust inside of you without hesitation. 

Frankie had to climb off the bed as he reached for the glass of water that Santiago had brought in earlier. He took a long swig of it, feeling his body glisten with sweat and the curls atop his head sticking to the nape of his neck. 

He was breathing heavily as he watched Santiago eat you out. He was fixated on you. The way you moved your hand into the other man’s hair and the other gripped your sheets, or the way you arched your back and your eyes were shut. Mouth forming an ‘o’ as a loud moan left your lips. 

Santiago chuckled against you and pulled away as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. His tongue flicked against your bundle of nerves as your walls tightened around his digits. 

Your body shook with pleasure all over again. Your hand gripped his hair so tight. 

“Santiago!” You moaned loudly, eyes shut tight. 

Santiago smiled proudly, slowing the thrusts of his fingers before he pulled them out of you. 

“God, you’re a fucking dream,” Santiago said softly. “I’m thinking we keep you from now on. What do you think about that, Fish?” 

Frankie smirked, nodded, and then walked back to the bed. He watched your eyes flutter open as you stared up at both men. “Yeah, Pope. I think she’s ours now. That okay with you, baby?” 

“Fuck yeah,” you whispered. A small smile lined your lips as you tried to catch your breath. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk straight after this.” 

Frankie and Santiago chuckled. Hands reached out for you—brushed your nipples, down your abdomen, touched your clit. You trembled. 

“Oh baby,” Santiago chuckled. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.” 

“Yeah,” Frankie nodded in agreement. “We got you, baby.” 

Both men sat next to each other on your bed, leaning against the headboard as they reached down to begin stroking themselves. Their eyes took in your frame, how you were still lying on your back with your legs spread for them. 

“You guys look so hot,” you whispered, biting your lower lip. Your eyes moved to their laps, seeing them stroke themselves at the sight of you made your heart skip a beat, made butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

“Look at yourself,” Frankie mumbled, groaning as he brushed his thumb over his sensitive tip. 

You smiled, closed your legs and rolled onto your abdomen. You got on all fours and began crawling towards them, lower lip pulled between your teeth. 

“I think you both ruined me,” you said, reaching down to take their lengths in each hand. You looked between Santiago and Frankie, watched as they tossed their heads back against your headboard. 

“Good,” Santiago groaned, one hand coming down to wrap around yours. He guided your hand along himself, urging you to tighten your grip just enough to get him closer to the edge. “Because you’re ours now.”

“And we aren’t letting you go,” Frankie added as he watched your hand move along his length. He let out a shaky breath, especially when he saw you lean down to wrap your lips around him. “Fuck,” he whimpered, hand moving to the back of your head. 

You continued to stroke Santiago as your head bobbed along Frankie’s shaft. You took him entirely in your mouth, relaxing your throat as you felt the tip of his manhood press against the back of your throat. Frankie groaned, eyes fell shut as he thrust his hips slightly upwards. 

You gagged around him, pulling back just enough before taking him entirely once more. You continued that motion repeatedly, feeling his hand grip a fistful of your hair. You knew he was close, could hear it in the way his breaths came in short and heavy, grunts and groans becoming louder. 

“Oh baby, fuck,” Frankie groaned. “I’m gonna come, shit.” 

You grinned up at him and released Santiago for a moment to focus on Frankie, head bobbing rapidly as you wrapped both hands around his girth. Frankie lifted his hips as he held you down against him. When you hummed around him, he let out a strained moan and felt the knot in his stomach begin to unravel. 

You weren’t slowing down. You were determined and Frankie couldn’t hold back anymore. His free hand gripped your sheets as he finally released into your mouth. A loud moan left his lips and he fluttered his eyes to look down at you. Still, you were fucking smiling with his cock in your mouth as you swallowed every last drop. 

You wrapped your lips around his tip and stroked the base of his length, making sure to pump every single drop. Frankie groaned, moved his hand from your hair to pull you up to him. He pecked your lips then pulled back to look into your eyes. 

“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Damn.” 

You smiled and pulled away to lick your lips. “And you taste good.” 

Frankie chuckled, kissed your forehead and then slid off your bed. He left your room to go to the bathroom to clean himself, leaving you and Santiago alone. 

Santiago bit his lower lip, pulled you onto his lap as he slid back into you for the second time that night. You felt tighter like this, sitting on his lap as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Your forehead pressed against his as you began to lift your hips only to slide them back down. 

Santiago’s hands moved to your hips, eyes staring into your own. “Frankie’s right,” he groaned. “You are amazing.” 

You smiled, feeling every inch of his length slide along your walls. You were so sensitive and you knew you weren’t going to last. “Could say the same—fuck—about the both of you,” you moaned. 

“Gonna come soon, huh?” Santiago questioned, gripping your hips tight. “Can already feel you shaking.” 

“Santi,” you whimpered. “I can’t—”

“Yeah you can, baby. You feel what you do to me, hm?” Santiago asked, glancing down to watch your hips roll against his. He felt so deep, felt like he could stay here inside of you. “Feel how fucking hard I am? God, I want to fucking come inside of you,” he whispered. 

“Do it,” you challenged him. 

Santiago’s hips jerked upwards. He stared at you.

“Yeah?” He groaned, feeling the tightness begin to build in the pit of your stomach. “Want me to fucking fill you up, that it?” 

“Yes,” you answered, your walls beginning to tighten around him. “Please.”

“Oh, good girl,” Santiago praised. “Such a good girl for me.” He planted his feet on your mattress, lifted your hips just enough to give him space as he began to thrust upwards. 

His skin slapped against yours. A loud moan left your lips. It echoed off the walls of your room and caught Frankie’s attention. He stepped back inside and smirked, eyes focused solely on you and how your breasts moved with every thrust. 

“Come,” Santiago ordered. “Don’t hold back. Come for me. Fuck baby, come.” 

Your hands gripped his shoulders as you nodded, staring into his eyes as his hips hammer into your own. It didn’t take long for you to collapse against him, face buried against the crook of his neck as he held you up. His thrusts faltered for a moment, reveling in the way your walls tightened and trembled around him. 

“Oh, baby,” Santiago groaned. You were so fucking wet, the sounds of him thrusting into you pushing him closer to the edge. It wasn’t until you sat firmly on his lap—his length filling you to the hilt—that he finally felt the tightness build until it snapped. 

He painted your walls with his come, gripping your hips to keep you firmly on his lap. He trembled when he felt your hips slowly roll forward and back. 

“Filling me up,” you panted. “Feels good.” 

Santiago chuckled, pulling back to look into your eyes as the movement of your hips halted. “Next time, I’m coming down your throat.”

You grinned, felt the bed dip when Frankie sat back down next to the both of you. You looked at him and then back at Santiago and said, “And next time, Frankie will come inside of me.” 

Frankie groaned. 

Santiago chuckled. 

You slowly lifted yourself off Santiago’s lap and lied back down between the both of them. You kept your legs spread and looked down to watch Santiago’s come trickle out of you. 

“That’s fucking hot,” Frankie mumbled, leaning back against the headboard. 

Santiago smiled and let out a shaky breath. His own body was also glistening with sweat as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Feels good,” Santiago told Frankie. “To come inside of her.” 

“Felt good to come down her throat too,” Frankie chuckled. 

“Guess we’ll switch next time,” Santiago added. 

“There will be a next time?” You asked, hopeful. 

Frankie and Santiago nodded. “Oh fuck yeah there’s gonna be a next time, baby.”