64. Darcy

Max carries me through to his bedroom, my arms and legs wrapped around him, and I smile at Dex over his shoulder, taking in the enormous tent in the front of his shorts that's all for me.

I'm little more than ether after that orgasm, and I'm definitely not confident of my emotions in this state, but the knowledge that they'll both be inside my body shortly has my heart swelling and my pussy aching and my stomach doing crazy flip-flops. However physically confronting it'll be, I don't think it would be possible to want anything more than these two men around me, above me, beneath me.

Inside me.

I know that fact like I know my own name. It's like my body understands it, craves it, without my brain having any part in it.

Like everything else in this ridiculous flat, Max's bed is completely over the top. It must be eight foot wide, with a ginormous cream leather headboard. I cling to his neck as he lays me down on his white sheets so gently, so tenderly, smiling down at me in awe like I'm something priceless and delicate and sacrosanct. The way he has of making me feel like that when I know damn well he intends to shatter me, to desecrate me in the filthiest manner I can think of, is gratifying beyond belief.

I suspect it is for them, too. Because where's the fun in claiming and profaning something unless it's special? Unless it's an irreplaceable treasure?

I shimmy up the bed a little, naked and wanton, and prop myself up on my elbows so I can eye up my delicious menfolk. Max is striding around the bed in his usual purposeful fashion, so I perv freely at Dex as he slides his shorts off. Flat stomach. The perfect smattering of soft, dark hair. Narrow hips with that vee-thingy going on: lines I want to get to know intimately with my tongue. His grin holds a hint of self-consciousness as he frees his dick, but then he's kicking his shorts off and stroking himself lightly, and I sigh with happiness at the sight of him.

‘Get over here,' I tell him, stretching lazily, but Max stops him.

‘Wait.'

He hands Dex a foil square and turns to me. ‘Condoms tonight, okay? But going forward, I want to put some proper measures in place.'

How he can still sound like a CEO when he's stripping off his shorts and getting ready to sheath himself, I have no idea, but it's really fucking hot. I squirm on the bed. ‘I'm on the pill.'

‘Excellent. But I'm not going near you bare tonight. We get tested, and then we get to take you bare. Got it?'

‘I haven't had sex since the last time I was tested,' I say.

‘Me neither,' Dex says. ‘I had a full checkup when I got here.'

‘Fine,' Max says through gritted teeth. ‘I'll get tested, then. Satisfied?'

‘Who's the little slut now?' Dex wonders aloud, and I giggle.

Max shoots a hand forward and grabs Dex's balls. ‘I'd be very careful what you say, young man. Now get this on me.'

If I thought life's simple pleasures mainly consisted of sunshine and daffodils and oven-warmed white bread with salted butter, then I was wrong, because watching my men roll condoms on each other so they can take me is one of the most pleasurable moments of my life.

Move over, bread and butter.

This is the best porn ever.

Dex has his head bowed, teeth sinking into his full lower lip as he focuses on rolling what I hope is an XL condom over Max's cock. It seems Max can't handle it any better than I can, because he keeps one hand on Dex's cock and wraps the other around the back of his neck, drawing him in and taking that lip for himself.

Dex groans and releases Max's cock, at which point Max wraps his hand around both of them in what looks like a pretty vicious hold.

‘Ready for this, sweetheart?' he asks against Dex's mouth.

God, yes.

‘Come here,' I say, the pout evident in my voice, and Dex kisses Max once more before turning to me.

‘We're coming, angel.'

‘I'll be able to feel you through her walls,' Max tells him in an ominous tone before releasing their dicks. ‘Get on that side of her.'

Then they're walking towards me, and climbing onto the bed, and this is so much better than the other night in the club, because Dex no longer looks like a terrified kitten and Max no longer looks like the cost of holding himself back from Dex may actually destroy him.

They collapse on either side of me in a tangle of muscle and hair and skin and heat, and it's not until this moment that I realise how worried I've been that this wouldn't happen. That we'd never get to this place.

‘Fucking finally,' Max mutters, echoing my thoughts exactly, and Dex laughs sheepishly.

‘Yeah. You two make sinning way too irresistible.'

‘Stick with us, and we'll drag you all the way to Hell,' Max says, but he says it in such a sexy way that if this is Hell, and he's Lucifer himself, I'm doomed. Because there's nowhere I'd rather be.