2. Madison

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Madison

I t's a short walk from the bar to my apartment in the French Quarter, which is a good thing, or I might have changed my mind. During the walk, I learned that Owen is the dark-haired guy and Caleb is the blond-haired guy.

They're in town for business and stopped into Sweet Cocktails after checking into their hotel for a quick nightcap after their flight from Minnesota. I giggle, realizing we're all from the Midwest, with only a border separating our home states. It almost seems like fate or destiny for us to have met so far from home.

"This is home." I unlock my front door and swing it open. Stepping across the threshold, I flip on the light, thankful I cleaned before work.

My apartment might be small, but the location is what drew me to it. Its unique, eclectic culture is so different from the vanilla culture of small-town Iowa.

"It's cute," Owen says as they follow me inside. They each sit on my small living room couch, making them look like giants.

That's when I realized how tall they really are, and I thank my lucky stars for purchasing the king-sized bed for my bedroom. It might take up most of the floor space, but now that I'll be sharing it with Owen and Caleb, at least for one night, I'm glad I spent the extra money. I also give thanks. I had the foresight to purchase a box of magnum condoms and lube a few months after I moved in. Not that I was dating at the time; I was a Girl Scout growing up, and we were always taught to be prepared—even though I'm not sure having condoms and lubes on hand is what they meant by being prepared.

"Can I get you something to drink since you didn't get the nightcap you came to the bar for?" I put my purse and keys on the kitchen counter on my way to the refrigerator.

"Actually, how about you come sit with us?" Caleb pats the cushion between them, causing my heart rate to spike.

I mentally prepare myself as I take a seat between them.

This is what you wanted, Mads—the bad girl experience.

And that's exactly what this will be—the ultimate bad girl experience—a one-night stand with not one but two hot strangers.

As soon as my butt touches the couch, their hands are on me, tugging at my clothes, my body taking on a mind of its own as it follows their silent commands with their hands to lean forward and lift my hips until I'm completely naked. Their lips work their way along each side of my neck, waking up my long-forgotten sex drive.

I moan as two sets of lips begin sucking on each stiff nipple. It's a feeling I can't even describe. John wasn't much for foreplay, but these two seem to be enjoying the leisurely pace they've set while igniting my body by the hard press of their cocks on each one of my thighs.

Lost in the ecstasy, I have no idea when they took off their clothes. All I know is this is what I want—to be devoured by them. So lost in pleasure, I won't even remember my own name.

"Are you okay if we kiss you on the lips?" Caleb lifts his head from my nipple with a flick. At my confused look, he continues. "Owen and I have never shared a woman before at the same time. We're not sure if there are certain rules involved."

Owen lifts his head from my other nipple, waiting for my answer. It takes my lust-filled brain a few seconds to understand what they're implying.

Oh, God, they think I do this all the time.

As adventurous as I want to be, I don't want them to think that I take multiple men home at the same time. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but this is different. This feels special. I don't want it tainted by them thinking I do this all the time.

"I've never been with more than one guy at a time, so I don't know what the rules are, but I know I want to kiss both of you very much."

The worry on their faces is replaced by relief as Caleb captures my mouth with his in a deep kiss, our tongues rubbing against each other. I've always loved kissing, but once again, John didn't enjoy anything if it wasn't his cock between my thighs.

Caleb is a fantastic kisser, but I'm curious if Owen is just as good. I don't have to wait long as Caleb and Owen trade places, proving that Owen is just as skilled with his mouth as Caleb.

Speaking of Caleb, my hips thrust off the couch at the first touch of his tongue on my pussy. "Oh, oh, oh," I chant into Owen's mouth.

"Do you like how well Caleb eats your sweet pussy?"

My eyes widen at his words—two more things John didn't like, eating pussy, because, as he put it, he didn't get anything from it and dirty talk. Maybe if he had made an effort, I would have been more willing to give him a blow job, but if he wasn't going to reciprocate, why would I want to pleasure him with my mouth?

Thoughts of John fly out of my head at the pleasure I'm getting from these two. I don't think I've ever been as turned on as I am right now, with the feel of Caleb's tongue between my legs and Owen's hands running all over my body while his mouth devours mine.

Caleb steadies my hips, pulling them closer to his mouth as he latches onto my clit before sliding two fingers into my pussy, pumping them in and out of me at a slow, maddening pace.

Owen pulls back and whispers against my lips, "I hope you enjoy Caleb's mouth on your pussy, because when I get my hands on your ass, I'm going to eat it better than it's ever been eaten before."

He's not wrong; it will be the best it's ever been eaten since, once again, it's not something John ever wanted to do. But you know what, fuck that and fuck John, this is about me and not some old memory. All thoughts of John vanish as I let the pleasure wash over my body.

My pussy tightens around Caleb's fingers as a wave of wetness soaks his hand, "Shit, Owen, she likes the idea of your mouth on her asshole."

I should be embarrassed by my body's wanton response, but I'm not. This is what I wanted—a wild sexual encounter. And that is precisely what I'm getting.