by Madison Faye
Matthew, who suddenly just chuckled.
“Julia, this is…”
“Van,” the big guy purred, his lips pulling back in this absolutely panty-melting smile as those dark eyes flashed at me. “Pleasure, Julia.”
“Van’s a friend, don’t worry.”
I smiled curiously to myself at that comment — ‘don’t worry about the guy who’s just come up and pressed his rock hard body against your ass while I’m doing the same to your front. He’s a friend.’
“Hi.”
Yeah, that’s me — the master of playing it cool, dropping smooth sexy lines like that when the two hottest guys I’ve ever seen decide to turn me into a sandwich.
The music thumped around us, and before I knew it, I was swaying to it along with both of them. There were no words, just this feeling of being one thing, moving to the beat. We moved even closer together, if that was even possible, and I felt myself getting hotter, and wetter, and feeling like I was drowning in the most perfect way as the two of them put their hands on me.
Matthew’s moved up my front, his thumbs teasing over one rib at a time as he pulled me in time to the music against his thigh. My dress started to push up high, and I knew I should care, but there in that dark sexy club, with them, I didn’t.
Not one bit.
I knew he could feel how wet I was as my bare panties rubbed against his thigh — God I was probably leaving a wet spot on his pants. But I honestly didn’t care. Not because I was drunk, or feeling inane, but more just that for some reason, I felt completely at ease with the two of them.
The two men I’d just met.
Crazy, I know.
Behind me, Van leaned down low, his breath hot on my bare shoulder before I felt his lips against my skin there. I moaned quietly, pushing back as I felt his other hand grip my hip and pull me into his erection. He throbbed against the cleft of my ass — so hard I couldn’t believe it hadn’t torn a hole in his pants at that point. He made no effort to hide it either, which I actually found extremely sexy.
His hands moved to my hair, pulling it away from my neck and twisting it up into his fist. His lips moved up my shoulder, across my clavicle and to the nape of my neck, kissing me softly. My whole body melted at that kiss, and at that point I was barely capable of standing without the two of them pressing me between them.
This was nuts
This was completely insane.
But then, that’s what tonight was all about right? Letting go? No regrets? I mean, tomorrow, I’d go start my extremely serious, extremely demanding and time consuming job. Which meant tonight was a last chance at being wild.
And I was determined to see where this went.
I gasped as Matthew suddenly leaned forward, and before I knew it, his lips were passing to mine. I moaned into his mouth, grinding into him as his friend kissed my neck and rocked his big cock against my ass.
Holy shit, I didn’t know who this new me was, but I liked her.
Slowly, Matthew pulled away.
“Julia was saying she wanted to get wild tonight.”
“Really,” Van purred into my ear. “And why’s that?”
I swallowed, trying to find my voice as my body swayed between them
“Because I deserve to.”
Matthew grinned and I could feel Van doing the same behind me.
“Because I’m starting this insane new job tomorrow, and life is about to get extremely tough and serious for a while.”
“That’s a fairly good reason.”
“And also because six months ago, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me for like the tenth time and finally left.”
I could feel Van growl behind me. “Sounds like a fucking idiot,” he muttered.
“He was.”
They both chuckled, but then I took a sharp breath as I felt Van pull my head around and press his lips to mine. He kissed me slowly at first, then more insistently, his lips claiming mine as he growled into my mouth.
“Well, he’s missing out, I can say that,” he murmured, pulling back.
“Oh is he?” I said breathlessly.
“Absolutely” Matthew nodded slowly as he pulled me close.
Van moved in as well, and we started to dance again — moving closer, hotter, sexier. I was panting and practically moaning as I swayed between them. I tilted my head back into Van, losing myself in the music.
Suddenly, I gasped as I felt Matthew’s lips on my neck. I moaned quietly, swaying between them and feeling so naughty and so dirty as they rocked again me. Matthew’s mouth sucked on my neck, and I gasped as I felt Van’s do the same on the back of my neck. He brought a hand to my jaw, and before I knew it, he was pulling around and kissing me again.
I moaned, kissing Van as his friend kissed up my neck. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but swaying to that music, I couldn’t stop.
Not even if I wanted to.
Van pulled away, and suddenly I was turning back to kiss Matthew, moaning into his mouth as I felt Van grind his thick erection into my ass.
“So, Julia who’s looking to get wild tonight,” Matthew murmured. “Just how wild are you looking to get tonight?”
I flushed, the heat pulsing through me.
“What do you mean?”
“I think you know,” Van purred in my ear.
“We’re just staying in town for the night, actually, on business. But we have a room at the Plaza Royale.”
Oh, they have a room at the most expensive hotel in the city.
But suddenly, what they were saying clicked and my eyes went wide.
“You— you both have a room.”
“We both have a room. There’s room for a third,” Van murmured.
Oh my God.
No way. No. I shook my head to myself, what the two of them were implying suddenly pulsing through me.
I was not that girl — not at all.
…Right?
I bit my lip nervously
“You’ve gotten quiet.”
“I— well, yeah.” I laughed nervously, looking up into Matthew’s eyes. “I mean there’s two of you.”
They pulled away, moving side by side in front of me.
Matthew shrugged. “We both think you’re gorgeous, we’re both hugely attracted to you, and I think it’s fair to say you feel the same about us. This way, there’s no fighting.”
“There’s no getting pissed at who got to take you home,” Van said cooly.
I swallowed. “Who says either of you get to?”
I gasped as they both moved close to me.
“That,” Matthew growled. “That gasp says so. And the way your eyes are getting big behind that mask, and the way your cheeks are flushing pink.”
“The way your nipples are hardening in that fucking sexy little dress that we want to tear off of your body,” Van growled into my neck, making my head swim.
“And the fact that I know your panties are soaked all the way through right now,” Matthew whispered darkly into my ear.
I could have orgasmed right there in that club if they’d just kept talking like that into my ears, I swear.
“C’mon, stranger, one night,” Van said with a sly grin. “Get wild, with us.”
I was silent a minute, and to the outsider, it might have looked like I was thinking it over, but that was so not the case.
…I’d already made up my mind — the pause was just to work up my courage to say it out loud.
“What do you think,” Matthew said, his teeth dragging across my earlobe, making my breath catch in my throat.
“I think you should kiss me,” I whispered. “Before I chicken out and— ”
Van swallowed the last of my words with his kiss, his tongue probing into my mouth and swirling against mine as his hand snaked around my waist and pulled me tight. My head spun and the floor whirled around me as Matthew pulled me into him, his lips crashing into mine right after Van’s, his hand grabbing my ass like it was his.
“Shall we?” Van murmured.<
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I nodded breathlessly, my lips tingling and my whole body throbbing for more of their forbidden heat.
“Let me just— I have to go tell my friend,” I gestured vaguely in the direction of the bar, not wanting to take my eyes off of the two men in front of me like they might disappear if I did.
They grinned at me, as if they knew exactly what I was thinking.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Matthew purred into my ear, pulling me close and then kissing me once more.
“I’ll be right back.”
“So, I’m, uh, going.”
Emma turned, her brow raised. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I…” I trailed off, blushing. I honestly had no idea how to tell my friend I was about to go home with two gorgeous men who I’d literally just met.
Her eyes went wide. “With blond and handsome, from earlier?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said quickly.
And his totally gorgeous, dark-haired friend.
“Well, well, well!” She grinned conspiratorially at me. “I guess you took ‘getting wild’ to heart, huh?”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Oh, I think he’s waiting for you over—”
Her jaw dropped.
“Jules.”
I swallowed, afraid to follow her gaze behind me.
“Uh, yeah?”
“There are two hotties waiting by the door with their eyes locked on you.”
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I went to turn quickly to avoid any questions, but she grabbed my wrist.
“Jules, tell me that’s blond guy’s driver or something?”
I was silent.
“Oh. My. God.”
Her grip tightened on my wrist as her eyes went even wider.
“Are you seriously doing what I think you’re doing?” she hissed.
“I have to go, okay?”
“Julia!”
“Emma.”
Her lips pursed, and even if I could tell she was a little scandalized, and maybe a little worried for me, I could also see the flush on her face that looked a whole like curiosity.
…Maybe jealousy too.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise.”
She took a quick sip of her cocktail, her eyes darting past me to the two men who were about to change everything I knew.
“I’d tell you to have fun, but…” Her eyes dragged back to mine, that pink flush in her cheeks. “Something tells me that’s not going to be a problem.”
3
Victor
The limo was already waiting for us right outside the club as we stepped out into the night. Julia hesitated for a second at the door to the back of it, like I’d anticipated she might, since everything about her seemed smart, savvy, and not prone to getting into limousines with strange men she’d just met.
I liked that about her.
“You can say no anytime,” Micah murmured as he held the door open for her.
Micah, not Matthew. Just like I was Victor, not Van. I knew we were both feeling guilty about the fake names, but then, it was Masquerade night, of which the whole point was to be anonymous. Hell, her name might not have even been Julia, though something told me this girl was incapable of lying, even for something like this.
But then, we had another reason for the fake names too. It’s the reason that on our one night out in North Revania, we’d chosen a place that encouraged masks. Because men like Micah and I couldn’t just go out and expect not to get mobbed with paparazzi, strangers taking selfies, and all sorts of other bullshit.
And if men like us were seen out trying to pick up the same girl, together? Well, it’d be an international scandal of the highest order.
After all, royal princes don’t go out to clubs looking to take a girl home to share.
So the fake names were necessary. After all, if we were both to hit on a woman, and then pop that “by the way, we both want to take you home” part, only to have her freak, it was as easy as walking away when there were masks and fake names involved. If it was Prince Micah Anders of West Revania and Prince Victor Swell of South Revania trying to bring a girl home together, well, that was like chum to the sharks.
And yet, I felt guilty about it, and I knew why.
Because Julia wasn’t just some girl we were picking up a the bar. Well, she was, but it was a whole fucking lot more than that, and I didn’t even have to look at Micah to know he was thinking the same damn thing.
It was everything about her — her beauty, her wit, her ability to make us tongue-tied, and her ability to seem so innocent and yet so willing to get a little dangerous that had us hooked.
I felt guilty about lying about our names to her because I liked her — really, truly liked her, and in much more than in the way where I wanted to watch her come as she rode my thick cock up and down.
…I mean, I did want to see that too, but it was deeper than that. Much deeper, and Micah was in the same boat.
“If tonight was just a dance,” I murmured in her ear as she hesitated outside the limo. “Then that’s fine. We had a great time with you, and if this isn’t something you want to—”
“I want,” she whispered breathlessly, whirling, her eyes blazing up into mine as her cheeks flushed.
“I really want.”
I grinned, watching her eyes flash fire into mine before she turned and stepped into the limo.
Micah nodded at me before he climbed in after. I followed, shutting the door and pushing a button on the side console signaling our driver, who already knew where we were going.
The car drove off into the night, the three of us almost visibly buzzing with excitement.
Micah poured champagne, passing around the glasses as we sank back into the big, wide bench seat, Julia between us. We all still wore the masks, like we’d decided without words to keep the anonymity going. Outside the club atmosphere, there was something even more innocent and just so pure about her that had my blood roaring in my ears. Something so good about her that got my cock throbbing hard.
“Cheers, to a fun night,” Micah raised a glass, clinking it to hers and to mine across her.
We all drank quietly, and for a second, I wondered if she might have lost her nerve between the dance and the limo. I wondered if now, here alone with us, she was suddenly doubting her decision.
“Julia, I was serious before. If you want to stop—”
I didn’t even finish my sentence before she turned, grabbed my shirt, and yanked me into her. Her lips seared to mine, her kiss hungry, fierce, and wild. I growled, my hands grabbing her tightly and tangling in her hair as I claimed that sweet little mouth.
Oh, it was on.
She whimpered as I kissed her, my hands roaming up her bare thighs to her ass, grabbing it tightly and growling into her mouth. I pulled away, and it’s like she anticipated it before Micah took her in his hands — turning to meet his kiss and melting against my best friend.
My cock pulsed in my pants as I watched her kiss him. She leaned into him, and my eyes dropped to the way her tiny black dress rode up high on her, showing a glimpse of sweet, succulent skin and flash of black thong panties.
I had to taste her. Not later, at the hotel. fucking now. I had to see if she was as sweet as I knew she’d be. I had to spread those legs and kiss and suck my way between them until she was squealing for more and coming all over my tongue.
She was kissing Micah fiercely, moaning into him as he held her by the hair. His hand drifted up and down her side, up to brush the underside of her breasts and then down to skim along the hem of her dress. I moved into, my hand sliding up her legs and making her shiver and moan even louder into him.
I might have just met this girl, but I had a strong suspicion she’d never been with two guys before.
…I could guaran-fucking-tee she’d never been with two guys like us before.
She hesitated only for a second as I pushed her legs apart, but when I let my lips press to one knee and then the ot
her, I felt her resistance melt. I moved to the floor of the limo as I spread her legs, feeling my blood roar in my ears as I started to kiss up her inner thighs, pushing her dress higher. She moaned into Micah’s kiss, grabbing his shirt feverishly as his hands moved to her breasts. I pushed her dress up all the way as I moved her legs wide, and I groaned.
Her panties were soaked. Soaked and clinging wetly to her tight little pussy. I growled as I leaned in closer, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. She cried out when I pressed my tongue to her center, dragging up over her soaked sticky panties and tasting her juices. She was moaning louder now, and I glanced up to see my friend pulling the straps of her dress down and exposing her bare, creamy, perfect tits, capped with these light pink nipples that begged to be sucked.
He did.
She gasped as Micah’s lips closed over one of her nipples, and then moaned louder as I began to tongue her pussy through her panties. I sucked on them hungrily, making her arch her back before I reached up and yanked them down her legs.
Fuck. Yes.
Her legs spread again, and this time, my view of her prize was unobstructed. I moved in again, and this time it was her bare, soft lips that my tongue dragged over. She cried out before the moan was muffled by Micah kissing her again as I pushed my own tongue deep into her silken lips.
I could hear my buddy’s zipper, followed by a moan from Julia, and then a loud, sharp gasp.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
I grinned to myself knowingly — Micah and I were both big, and I do mean big.
She moaned as I swirled my tongue over her clit, teasing her and slipping a finger deep into her pussy. I curled it forward, making a “come here” motion as I sucked on her clit, and she started to go crazy, kissing Micah wildly and bucking her hips against me.
“Open your mouth, angel,” Micah growled. “I want to feel those lips wrapped tight around my cock.”
Julia gasped sharply, and while I was willing to bet no one had ever talked to her like that before, judging from the way her pussy absolutely creamed into my hand and mouth when he said it, she was loving it.
I glanced up to watch her move down, her mouth opening as she leaned down towards Micah’s big cock. He stroked himself as she lowered her mouth, and when those soft pink lips of hers wrapped around his thick head, he groaned. His head dipped back against the seat and she moaned wildly as she tried to inhale as much of him as she could.