Oh my god. This is better than my dreams, even hotter than my most powerful fantasies. This is real. This is the hard press of his torso on mine. The ache in my shoulder blades anchors me, while his large hands boldly feel every heated inch of me and threatens to drown me in pleasure.
“Sebastian,” I whisper. “Please…”
“Bailey begging,” he says into my ear. “I like that.”
His hands run up my bare thighs, inching slowly toward my core. I’m still wearing my panties, and my crotch is soaked, a fact that both embarrasses me and turns me on in equal measure.
“Fuck,” Sebastian groans as his knuckles brush against the damp fabric. “You are so wet…”
“You make me wet,” I say “Both of you. I want you.”
“And you’ll have us tonight, Bailey.” Sebastian’s blue eyes hold mine. “All in good time.”
My legs part for him, unbidden. His fingers tease the edge where the fabric of my panties meet my skin, but he doesn’t go further. Instead, he gets up and sits back on the couch, next to Daniel and lifts his drink up to his lips.
“Take off your panties.” Daniel takes over.
“Are the two of you ever going to take off your clothes?” I pout in complaint. “Come on. I’ve been naked before, and I’m almost naked now. It’s definitely your turn.”
A smile grazes his face at that, and he gestures languidly to his massive, naked, throbbing, cock. “I’m not entirely clothed,” he says. “Stand up, Bailey. Take off your panties.”
Fine. They want a show. I can give them a show. I’m going to give them the best fucking strip tease I know how. Even if all I have to do is roll down a pair of panties to my feet and step out of them, and even if my wrists are tied together with a bra.
I stand up and stretch lazily, sucking in my stomach and arching my tits out toward them. Bringing my tied wrists in front of me, I push my breasts together with my upper arms. My nipples, I’m unsurprised to note, are erect nubs, hard with desire, aching for a touch from either of them. Or from both of them.
Moving slowly and sensually, I position myself so I’m in front of them, slowly sinking to my knees. “I want to suck your cocks,” I murmur throatily, licking my lips. I’m so turned on that I’m not embarrassed by how brazen I sound. “I want to take you down my throat.” I hold Daniel’s gaze in mine. His cock is pulled out, and I reason that he’s more likely to cave first. Throw me down on the antique Persian rug and fuck the need out of me, Daniel. “I want you to come in my mouth. I’ll swallow every drop.”
“Bailey,” Daniel groans, throwing his head back. “What are you doing to us?”
“The same thing you are doing to me,” I reply. I turn to Sebastian. “I’m burning up,” I whisper. “Please don’t make me wait.”
“That does it.” Sebastian sounds like a guy pushed to the edge. He pulls off his t-shirt, and his six-pack abs come into view, as does the ink on his bulging forearms. I want to lick each ridge of muscle. At the same time, I also want to run and cover myself, because he’s in amazing shape and I have a bunch of excess weight to lose.
“What’s wrong?”
“Umm,” I flush. “It’s a little intimidating to sleep with guys in perfect shape. Especially when I look the way I do.”
“What do you look like, Bailey?” Daniel’s voice is dangerous. “You are beautiful. Desirable. Warm and soft. Look at my cock.”
I sneak a peek, and exhale, my throat dry with lust. He’s so thick. So big and beautiful. I want to rub against it, and I want to nestle against Sebastian’s rock hard abs, and trace out each line of his tattoos with my tongue.
Daniel and Sebastian are dangerous for me. They make me want too much.
“Enough with the bullshit.” Sebastian moves in for the kill. One hand yanks up my bound wrists over my head. Another pulls my panties down, leaving me exposed and panting with lust. “The two of us can’t keep our hands off you,” he grits out. “Daniel’s in the middle of a sensitive take over. I’m swamped with restaurant bullshit. And you are in the tenure window. Why do you question this chemistry between us?” His fingers pinch a nipple harshly and I gasp out as a painful pleasure radiates from that spot to the rest of my body. “Can’t you tell how much we want you?”