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“I’m hoping you’re going to make it a whole lot…

unh!” He didn’t fuck around with preliminaries, forcing his tongue in along my seam, parting my folds before moving up to circle my clit.

I jerked my hips upwards when he pulled away.

I growled, I was done with teasing, I just wanted to quell this goddam fire that had been building in my groin all day.

I wanted to come, several times if possible.

I told him as much as he ran kisses down my inner thigh, and he laughed.

“Oh, you’ll get yours, honey, and if that isn’t enough, as you said, you’ve got a team on standby down the hall. I just want this first time to last, make an impression.”

“I’m gonna make an impression, with my foot up your… ah!”

He buried his face into my crotch, no more glancing, teasing caresses.

My hips jerked up when he pushed his tongue inside me, wriggling like a fish, before pulling away to close his lips around my clit.

I tried to scrabble back, the pressure so intense it was almost painful, but his hands closed like iron on my thighs, jerking me closer.

I had no sooner accustomed myself to that vacuum like pressure then he pulled away, licking my now painfully throbbing clit.

His tongue moved slowly and surely, but not hard enough, not fast enough.

I was so damn close. I felt his chuckle against my skin as I began to whine, my hips lifting, trying to move closer, force the delicious friction to intensify.

“What do you need, love?” he asked, his voice somewhat muffled by his position. “Jules? What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me,” I said, getting up on my elbows and trying to pull him up with my feet, but he resisted with ease. “Your dick looks like it’s going to make me ache so good when it goes in. I want to find out if I’m right. Now.”

His grin gleamed in the low light of the room, and he crawled over me, slow and predatory, just like I imagined his beast did.

I heard the low, rumbling growl in his chest, but I wasn’t afraid.

I had the big bad wolf right where I wanted him, well, almost. He pushed me back flat on the bed and then positioned himself between my thighs, holding me down when I tried to hasten the process.

He smiled as he rubbed that big head across my wet cunt, moving slower, circling my aching centre and only dipping in slightly as I growled and whined.

It worked though, nothing that had happened before or since could wriggle its way into my mind.

My focus was completely and utterly narrowed down onto the point where my body and his met.

I let out the most horrendous groan as he pushed his way inside me.

I probably sounded like a cow giving birth, but I just didn’t care.

Part of me was trying to scrabble back, the slight pinch as he stretched me wide growing more and more pronounced as he moved, until I was sure my eyes were bigger than my vagina.

I panted like a woman in childbirth when he stopped, having moved as far as he could go.

“You OK?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

“Bit bigger than I’m used to,” I said, breathing hard as I willed my body to adjust. I patted his shoulder and smiled weakly, but his face fell, and he tried to pull away. “No, no, no,” I said, the drag of his cock moving a bit much to cope with. “Don’t move, please don’t move.”

“I’m hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No, not hurting exactly.” I didn’t sound convincing, my voice was all high and breathy. “This is just a challenge. Like climbing Everest.”

“We can try again later, maybe work up to this with one of the other guys,” he said, a terrible finality in his voice. He began to pull away but my loud yelp was enough to stop him. “Fuck, what do we do?”

“Just, just move a little bit,” I said, my hand hovering over his shoulder as I felt him shift his hips slightly. He was barely shifting inside me, yet somehow that was more than enough. Just tiny, tiny thrusts that had my muscles beginning to relax and my nails digging into his shoulders.

“We’ve got to stop,” he gasped. “I’m going to hurt you.”

“Hey.” We both turned to see the door had opened a little, and Brandon had stuck his head in. “Everything OK in here?”

“I gotta stop,” Aaron said, shifting as if he would yank himself away from me, only stopped by my high-pitched scream and sharp nails.

“No, no moving!” I said.

Brandon shut the door and came over to the bed. “What’s up, love?”

“Too much of a good thing,” I said through gritted teeth. “It felt so hot going in, but now I feel like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.”

His eyes dropped down to our groins. “I’m just going to take a look, that OK with you two?”

“No need, I’ll just think of my dead grandmother or something, and go soft,” Aaron growled.

“If it felt that good going in, it will probably feel really good when she comes,” Brandon said.

“Do you want to try for that?” Aaron nodded.

“What about you, love?” I nodded. “Well, OK then. I think you’ve just tightened up a bit, tensing because you expect it to hurt, and then it hurts because you’ve tensed.

I just need to relax her a bit, that OK? ”

Aaron gave a quick nod, “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“I know, and you won’t. Women have remarkably elastic bodies.

She can take you, can’t you, love?” I wasn’t 100% sure of that, but I wanted to.

Brandon’s calm voice and long, slow caresses down my body reminded me just how I got here.

Aaron’s head jerked up as my cunt twitched around him, my back arching as Brandon’s fingers slipped to my clit.

“She’ll need near constant clit stimulation if you want to fuck her,” Brandon said, sliding two fingers up and down the sides of it. “All those endorphins will both relax her and make her more able to cope with your size. Try and move now and see how it feels.”

Rather than feeling like my insides were being yanked out by his cock, there was that heavy, pleasurable stretch, feeling like my clit was being massaged from the inside as well as the outside.

My legs curled around Aaron’s hips, not letting him pull back so far, not wanting to stop that amazing pressure now.

Brandon’s fingers grew bolder, flicking at my aching clit, pulling the hood so it rubbed back and forth.

His mouth dropped to mine as my head fell backwards.

“Get your clothes off,” I gasped as Aaron grew bolder, thrusting harder, faster.

“You OK with that, mate?” he asked, hands going to his pants.

Aaron didn’t even look up, just nodded briefly before focusing on us.

My hand wrapped around Brandon’s hard cock as soon as he lay back down, the welcome feel of his fingers on my clit working me higher and higher.

I shifted my legs so that my ankles rested on Aaron’s shoulders, him groaning as he sunk deeper into me.

“She’s getting close,” Brandon said with a gasp, his other hand closing over mine as he thrust into it.

“Can you take it?” Aaron said, slamming harder into me now, his strokes growing faster, as if against his will.

“Hang on,” I said, pulling free of the both of them, feeling the horrible emptiness that came with this.

I pushed Brandon up by the bedhead and then flipped over onto all fours.

“Gimme all that you’ve got,” I said, spreading my legs.

Aaron bit back a snarl, positioning himself between my thighs in one moment, and forcing himself inside me in the next.

Brandon’s cock went between my lips as I gasped, my hand going around the base.

He bucked against my mouth, my groans of pleasure sending vibrations up and down his length.

“Get her there!” Brandon panted. Aaron’s hand snuck around and flicked at my clit.

I was nothing other than formless flesh, caught on the spikes of two opposing forces.

For all my sexual aggression this morning, I now felt helpless, flung about wildly on the rough waves of the men, feeling almost like the impending orgasm was being forced from my body.

I was completely at their mercy, swallowing down Brandon, being opened up by Aaron, over and over and over again, until…

I yanked my head back from Brandon’s cock to scream out my pleasure, his dick spurting wildly not a moment later.

Aaron’s fingers dug into my hips as he jerked to a stop, momentarily paralysed as his body spasmed.

I felt him empty inside me, felt each violent pulse.

We collapsed onto the bed in a messy pile.

New guy, old guy, it didn’t seem to matter, only sucking in oxygen was a priority, though I was glad when Brandon pulled me into his arms. I felt sheltered for a moment, protected.

From what? I knew what my Tirian would say.

I looked over at Aaron who gave me a shaky smile.

From my own desires. I reached out and smoothed a short curl back from his forehead.

His mouth closed, his eyes following the gesture, somehow curiously more vulnerable than when we were fucking.

Brandon let out a happy hum when I pulled the strange man closer, willingly caging myself between their bodies.

It was weird and awkward, I think we both knew that.

We’d said a total of twenty words to each other, so it had to be, but there was potential there.

Aaron laid a gentle kiss on my forehead, not seeming to care when his and Brandon’s limbs got tangled in each other’s as they held me.

Nothing in my life had prepared me for relaxing into the embrace of two hot men, but right now, I was dealing with it.