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  Well, no, that was a lie. I mean, of course I’d at one point or another had the fantasy of two men wanting me and sharing me — what girl hasn’t? But that’s all it’d ever been, a fantasy. A dark, wicked thought in the back of my mind that only came out at my wildest, and again, only in fantasy.

  But here it was, in front of me. Here on this dark beach with two men oozing sex and danger, it was right there for taking.

  Just how much rebound vacation sex was I looking for?

  “I’m… I’m not sure,” I said noncommittally.

  “I am,” Foster growled, moving against my leg. “I’m pretty sure you want to show us. Maybe we could bring this party there.”

  “You’re very forward,” I husked out, my eyes locked on his.

  “We’re forward guys.”

  “I can see that.”

  Zane leaned in, and I gasped as his lips almost brushed my ear. “How’s this for forward, darlin? How about, we want to take you back to your overpriced cabana, tear that dress that daddy probably bought off of you, and take our time with every inch of that sweet body?”

  Time froze for a second.

  “No one bought this for me,” I whispered.

  “It’s still going to get torn the fuck off.”

  Foster’s lips brushed my other ear. “And then we’re going to use the pieces to tie you to your big king-sized, plush bed. Then me and Zane here? We’re going to cut those fucking lacy, expensive as fuck panties you’re probably wearing off and were going to put our mouths over every single inch of you.”

  Zane’s hand dropped to my bare thigh, his strong fingers teasing over my skin and making my heart leap into my throat. “And then we’re going to take turns fucking you.”

  Holy. Fuck.

  “Too forward?” Foster grinned into my neck.

  My face was bright red, my breath coming in shallow gasps as every inch of my skin burned and tingled.

  “No,” I whispered, my eyes darting between the two of them.

  I was freaking out. And incredibly turned on. And wanting this more than anything.

  “You want to say yes to this,” Zane growled into my ear, his bare chest pressing into my arm.

  I swallowed.

  “You have it all over your face, darlin. You want to say yes to this.”

  “Why don’t you let yourself go?” Foster growled.

  Slowly, I nodded.

  “My cabana is that way.”

  What am I doing?

  The men grinned as they helped me down from the table, each of them taking one of my hands. “Lead the way, gorgeous.”

  6

  My pounded the whole way back to my cabana. I mean, fantasy was one thing, but was I seriously about to invite two strange, gorgeous men into my bed?

  At the same time?

  There was something so dirty, and so slutty and wild about it that had my skin tingle as we walked barefoot over the sand towards my room. I walked up the stairs to the door ahead of them, turning the knob and shivering at the feel of two sets of eyes trailing over my body from behind.

  This was it. This was the “now or never”, “do or do not” moment. This was my last chance to turn and tell them that I was sorry but this was beyond my comfort zone.

  Except I wasn’t sure if it actually was.

  I stepped into the room.

  “So, should we get that drink—”

  I gasped as my words were cut off by Foster’s lips on mine. His kiss was hard and demanding, his hands pulling me close as I melted into him. I moaned into his lips, letting him pull me against him and opening my mouth for his tongue.

  He pulled back, leaving me gasping and panting, our eyes wild as we stared at each other.

  And then suddenly, Zane stepped forward, brought his hand up to cup my jaw, and pulled me into a second kiss. I moaned as I molded my body to his, hands grazing those perfect arms as he hungrily drank the kiss from my lips. I felt Foster move behind me, his hands on my hips and his lips brushing my neck. I whimpered, feeling the two big, dominant men sandwich me between them.

  Foster pulled my face around, claiming my mouth as it left his friend’s. I moaned, feeling two huge bulges at the front of their shorts throbbing against me from both sides.

  I gasped into Foster’s mouth as I felt Zane’s hands move up over my belly, his finger hooking into my tank top and slowly pulling it up. I gasped as he peeled it up to just under my breasts, his fingers brushing my skin before skimming it off. He groaned. I’d gone braless, and I whimpered into Foster’s mouth as Zane’s hands came up to my bare breasts. Fingers teased over my nipples, making them stand out at attention. The feel of his lips on my breasts, his tongue swirling over one pink nipple had me sagging against his friends, moaning into his kiss.

  Foster’s hands slid down my hips, pulling at my sarong skirt before suddenly yanking it undone. It dropped to my feet, leaving me standing there pressed between two gorgeous men in just my panties. His hands moved over the front of them, a finger delving between my legs to rub at the growing wet spot at the front. I moaned as he rubbed my pussy, his friend lapping at my nipples and toying with my breasts.

  The men moved harder against me, hands and lips getting more demanding, and rougher. I gasped, losing myself in the craziness of it all and the filthy fantasy I was actually about to experience.

  We moved, like one, over to the large king-sized bed in the middle of the cabana. I moaned as they pulled me onto the bed, laying me down and kneeling on either side of me. Zane leaned in and kissed me again, fiercely and hungrily, his hands tangling in my hair, and I felt Foster move lower between my lips.

  Suddenly, I gasped at the feel of cold steel against my leg. I jerked away from Zane to see Foster with the knife from earlier in his hands as he grinned hungrily at my panty-covered pussy.

  “Fuck,” he growled, groaning and reaching down to stroke the thick bulge in his shorts. “Guess I was right about them being lacy and expensive.” He glanced up at me. “Time to do what I told you I was gonna do, rich girl.”

  “I’m not—”

  I gasped as he slipped the knife under the edge of my panties and sliced up, shredding them off of me in one clean cut.

  Fuck I wanted this. I wanted everything they wanted to give me, and I wanted to lose myself in this.

  “Ever been with two?” Zane growled into my ear, his hands moving to my breasts again.

  I shook my head. “I— no.”

  “Get ready, sweetheart.”

  I shivered.

  The men pulled back from me, slipping off the bed as they began to pull their shorts down. My eyes went wide.

  Holy shit.

  They’d looked big with shorts on — without, they were downright huge. Two big, thick cocks jutted out from muscled, rippling abs as they climbed back onto the bed.

  Hands moved over me, and I started to lose myself as I they both leaned over me, kissing me. I moaned into one mouth as fingers slipped between my soaking wet pussy lips, only to be pulled away and taken by another pair of lips as the fingers slipped inside. I whimpered as hands found my breasts and my ass, squeezing and swatting as fingers curled inside my slick pussy.

  I gasped as I felt fabric move over my wrists, pulling tight. My eyes shot open to see Foster grinning at me. “I did tell you we were going to tie you to the bed.”

  His eyes searched mine, as if making sure this wasn’t too far past my comfort zone. I quickly nodded.

  “Yes, please,” I managed to gasp out.

  His grin got hungrier as he pulled at the fabric — my sarong — looping it over the bar by my headboard and then tying it to my other wrist.

  I felt hands pushing my legs apart, and I moaned as I glanced down to see Zane moving between them. His mouth trailed up my thighs, making me gasp before suddenly, he dove into my center. I cried out as his tongue pushed deep into my pussy, sliding up to tease my clit before delving deep for more.

  Foster moved forward, his hand pumping his big dick as he e
ased it towards my mouth.

  “Now be a good girl,” he growled.

  I actually got wetter.

  I opened my mouth hungrily, moaning as I felt his big, velvety head slip over my pouty lips. He groaned as he grabbed my hair and started to push into my mouth, his face tight and his lust-hooded eyes fixed on me as I sucked his big cock.

  I whimpered as I felt Zane pull away from my slick pussy, but then I felt him kneel between my legs and groaned. The huge head of his cock nestled against my hot center, teasing me.

  “You ready for two, gorgeous?”

  I whimpered, nodding eagerly, my moans muffled by Foster’s cock between my lips.

  Zane chuckled. “We’re about to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked, sweetheart.”

  He eased forward, and I moaned again as I felt his enormous cock slip between my soft lips and slide inside. My walls gripped at him, and my breath caught in my throat as he pushed in deeper and deeper — deeper than I’d ever felt a man before, until I could feel his balls resting on my ass. He groaned out loud, his hands gripping my waist as he started to pull back, only to bury every inch of himself to the hilt all over again.

  They started to move like that, Zane fucking me with deep, pumping strokes and Foster’s cock pumping in and out of my wet mouth as his hands tangled in my hair. I writhed as they double-teamed me, straining at my bonds and moaning in pleasure as they fucked me from both ends.

  Zane started to move faster, fucking me harder and pushing me deeper onto his buddy’s cock. Foster’s hands moved to my breasts, teasing and pulling at my nipples and sending my body into orbit. The two of them grunted and groaned, hands stroking my body and leaving electric shivers in their wake as they sawed me back and forth.

  “Fuck, man, let’s switch,” Foster finally growled out, pulling from my hungry mouth.

  Zane groaned and moved from between my legs, the two of them swapping. I felt Foster ease his slick cock against my drooling pussy, sliding in with one stroke and making me cry out. Zane’s slick cock moved to my lips, and I hungrily opened my mouth for him. I didn’t care that I could taste myself on him — in fact, the dirtiness of it only sent me higher into orbit.

  Hands stroked me, Foster fucking me hard on one end while Zane groaned with his cock buried in my mouth on the other end. I could feel the wave coming, the orgasm threatening to tear its way out as I lost myself in this totally filthy, totally amazing fantasy come to life.

  I was going to come, and I was going to come hard. Two rough, gorgeous, tattooed men were going to make me come on both their cocks.

  It was so filthy. So wrong. So out of character.

  And so good.

  “Shit, girl, I’m gonna come,” Zane groaned, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. I only moaned louder, sucking him harder and swirling my tongue over his head. He tossed his head back as he grunted, and I felt his big dick throb in my mouth as spurt after spurt of salty cum filled my mouth.

  It seemed to send Foster into overdrive, and he suddenly grabbed my ass in both his hands, pulling me off the bed and against him as he started to fuck me hard — hard like I’d never been fucked before and hard like I’d never realized I wanted it. He slid in deep, and before I knew it, the wave was crashing over me

  I came with a scream, muffled by Zane’s cock still thrusting between my lips and with Foster burying himself balls-deep inside of me as he roared. He pulled out, his fist pumping his slick cock as rope after rope of sticky cum splashed across my belly and my breasts, dripping between my legs.

  Holy. Shit.

  “Fuck, girl,” Foster groaned, rolling over and dropping to the bed next to me with a heavy breath. Zane grinned as he reached down and undid my hands before easing to the bed on the other side of me.

  “Shit that was good,” he growled, his hand stroking my face as he leaned in and kissed my lips.

  “That was…. That was…” I gasped, almost laughing as I shook my head with a goofy grin. “That was wow.”

  “Not a bad one for the vacation memories, huh?” Foster chuckled stroking my thigh.

  I laughed. “Uh no, not at all.”

  We lay there for another half an hour or so, quietly chatting about nothing, while they both stroked my skin as I came back down from orbit.

  “So, in the fantasy, we just leave after, huh?”

  I turned to look at Foster, biting my lip. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  Truth be told, the fantasy never got to that part. And a strange part of me wanted them to stay, even if I couldn’t imagine what that would mean.

  I suddenly imagined breakfast with Frank and my mother, with these two in tow, and I grinned.

  “We should split,” Zane said quietly as he sat up. He looked down at me, and our eyes locked for a second. “Tonight was amazing, Cassandra,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue in this insanely sexy, exotic way.

  “Fucking out of this world,” Foster whispered into my ear, kissing my neck there and making me shiver as he stood from the bed.

  The men pulled their shorts back on, regrettably hiding those amazing cocks of theirs.

  “And just so you know, we’re disappearing today but, uh, we’re around tomorrow,” Zane said with a small shrug and a grin my way.

  I blushed, pulling a sheet over me as if suddenly modest.

  “Well, maybe I’ll see you at the bar again tomorrow.”

  The men grinned, winking at me before turning for the door.

  “We’ll be looking for you,” Foster called over his shoulder.

  And then they were gone.

  7

  I poked at eggs benedict, watching the yolk ooze and mix with the hollandaise sauce. I was eating breakfast alone the next day, and I was so thankful for that. The idea of sitting with my mother and Frank after the night I’d had, dodging “oh, what did you do last night?” questions was more than I could even handle. No way I could have survived that without the heated glow in my face giving the whole thing away.

  Or at least without making me look like a stammering weirdo.

  I’d stayed up for an hour or so after Zane and Foster had left, just laying in my bed and glowing about what’d happened. Glowing and freaking out a little, but mostly just sort of letting it all sink in.

  I’d fucked two men. At once. I’d let two gorgeous men tie me to my own bed, cut my panties off, and take me every which way they’d pleased. And more than that? I’d freaking loved it.

  My night had been the single hottest sexual experience of my life. Bar none. In a way, I felt so dirty, and used, and so slutty. But it was a side of me I don’t think I’d ever allowed to come out before. And now that it was?

  Well, I kinda liked it.

  I also wanted to see them again. I knew what the night before was — I knew it’d just been hot, amazing, vacation sex. But that didn’t meant I didn’t want more of it.

  I wanted a lot more of it.

  I spent the day purposely avoiding my work and emails, choosing instead to just relax. I mean, how could I not after the night I’d had? I laid on the beach, I read part of a trashy romance book, and I even had a glass of wine with lunch.

  Perfect.

  But by the time it started to get dark outside, I was hungering for something else, and I knew exactly what it was.

  The beach party was back that night, a little less crazy than it’d been the night before maybe, but the same thumping music, the same hedonistic dancing, and the same flickering lights were back on. I dressed quickly, opting this time for just a bikini top and a different wraparound skirt. After a second of hesitation, I grinned wickedly as I slipped my panties off from beneath it.

  After all, there was no need to beat around the bush this time. I knew, and they knew exactly why I was meeting them tonight, and as hot as it’d been, I didn’t need them cutting all my panties in half.

  Music and swirling bodies surrounded me as I entered the dance area. I slipped through the crowd, my eyes scanning until they landed on them.


  God they looked good.

  They still weren’t wearing damn shirts, and I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Foster and Zane grinned as they saw me, their eyes flashing something hungry as they stood from their chairs and moved towards me across the dance floor.

  “Hey,” Zane growled, leaning in giving me a lingering kiss on my neck in that spot below my ear that sent a hot throb right through my body. Foster came right in, his hand cupping my jaw as he leaned in and gave me a straight-up Hollywood kiss that sent me reeling and had my panties soaked in a second.

  “Show off,” Zane muttered.

  Foster grinned. “Let’s get a drink.”

  We moved to the bar area and got drinks — tequila, again — and shared a knowing look between all three of us. We chatted a little, but it was clear it was all preliminary stuff. We all knew what we wanted, and I think all three of us were just counting down the minutes until we could run back to my cabana again.

  One drink turned into two, and the both of them started to move closer and closer as the sexy music throbbed over us. I felt a hand on my waist, and another came around to grab my ass as we started to dance and sway, Foster in front of me and Zane grinding against my ass.

  “You two work fast.”

  I was jolted out of my little reverie by a voice. A dark, gruff, baritone voice. I glanced up, and my jaw fell open.

  The man was gorgeous. Dark brown hair, steely blue eyes, chiseled features, and a physique exactly like those of Foster and Zane. And like them, he was shirtless at the beach club, wearing just a pair of shorts and a collection of ink across his hard-packed torso.

  My two guys stopped dancing and turned to the newcomer and for a second, I wondered if they’d get territorial with this new guy stepping into our little circle.

  “Oh, hey man. What’s up?”

  Well, guess not. Zane reached out and clapped the new guy on the back, signaling that they apparently knew each other. God, how did three men this good looking all hang out together?

  The new guy eyed the two of them before his eyes landed on me. His jaw tightened as his eyes very openly drank me, and I blushed.