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  Matthew moved down, and I gasped as his tongue pushed deep into my slit. He swirled it over my clit, making me shake as I felt Van move lower and lower, until my eyes flew open.

  “Oh, wait—”

  No one had ever put their mouth, or even their fingers there before, but when Van’s tongue touched my ass, I saw stars as the pleasure roared through me. I gasped out loud, barely standing as the two men began to tongue my pussy and my ass — powerful hands holding me tight as they pleasured my body from both sides.

  I looked down, moaning as I saw both of them stroking their big, thick cocks as they worshiped me with their tongues. My hands dropped to their hair, tangling there and barely keeping my balance as I lost myself in the pleasure. They moved faster, and more determinedly. Matthew’s tongue drew circles around my clit as two of his fingers stroked in and out of me. Behind me, Van pushed in deep, fucking my ass with his tongue and sending me reeling.

  My eyes squeezed shut, my toes curled, and as the two big powerful men groaned into me and pushed my body higher and higher, I finally let go.

  I choked out a scream as I came harder than I’d ever come before. It was like an explosion — my whole body shattering as the two of them rocked me with their tongues and fingers until I almost collapsed from it all.

  Slowly, I came down as the two of them stood and steadied me, kissing me fiercely and then moving us all to the big king-sized bed.

  Blood roared in my ears and the hunger for more swelled up inside of me. On my back, I propped myself up on my elbows, watching the two gorgeous hunks in masks stalk up the bed towards me.

  “Fuck,” Matthew groaned, moving over me and leaning down to kiss my neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Julia,” he groaned into my skin.

  I moaned, wanting this so freaking badly and spreading my legs wide as he moved between them. I felt his thick cock tease against my opening, and I glanced down between us, watching with wide eyes as he took his enormous cock in his fist and ran the head up and down my slit.

  Van moved up the bed and knelt next to me. I turned my head and moaned softly as I watched him fist his fat, gorgeous cock right next to my face. My pulse racing, I leaned towards him and opened my mouth. Van growled, easing forward and slipping the head between my lips.

  I hummed around him, swirling my tongue over the head and loving the way he groaned throatily. There was a power in making a man this perfect and gorgeous and powerful groan like that.

  I gasped as I felt Matthew ease slowly inside of me, his hand stroking my thighs as his huge cock stretched me wide. He leaned down, sucking one of my nipples between his lips and biting it just enough to make me moan around his friend.

  Van’s hand went to my hair, tangling in it and pulling gently as I swallowed more of his thickness. I reached up, cupping his balls and moaning around him as I took him deeper, slurping on his cock as his friend began to ease every single thick inch of his shaft deep inside of me.

  Matthew suddenly rocked his hips forward, and I went wild as I felt all of him bury to the hilt inside. I’d never — and I mean never — had anything remotely as big as this, and the thrill of that mixed with the fact that he was hitting me in places no one ever had before had my whole body aching for more.

  “So fucking tight,” he groaned into my nipple. “Fuck, Julia, you feel like heaven.”

  His hand teased over my skin as he pulled back, leaving just the head inside before he grabbed my hips and sheathed himself all the way again. I pulled away from Van, moaning out loud as Matthew began to fuck me in deep, powerful thrusts. He grabbed my legs, moving them so that my ankles were up over his shoulders as he buried himself in me again and again. God I was still wearing my heels!

  Van groaned, stroking his slick cock as he moved forward. I whimpered, opening my mouth and leaning up to suck his heavy balls. I ran my tongue over them, slurping them wetly while Matthew fucked me like I’d never been fucked before, making my head swim with how dirty and slutty and perfect this was.

  Matthew’s thumb found my clit, and he began to roll it under the pad of his finger as he drove in and out, faster and deeper, until my screams filled the room. With a thunderclap, the orgasm roared through me, making my whole body shiver and clench tight as the two big, dominant men pushed me over the edge.

  He slowly withdrew, leaning down to kiss me before pulling away. I barely had time to catch my breath though, as suddenly the two of them spun me around and onto my hands and knees.

  I moaned, my whole body tingling as I felt Van move up behind me. He leaned over me, his lips by my ear as I felt the enormous head of his cock ease against my opening.

  “My turn,” he growled lowly, in a way that had my body melting with anticipation.

  His powerful hands gripped my hips as he eased the head inside, never stopping and never slowing until he’d pushed every single inch deep inside my tight pussy.

  Van groaned as he bottomed out, grinding himself deep and making me moan wildly before he pulled back. I gasped as his hand came down across my ass, the sharp spank sending heat through my whole body and making my pussy clench tight around his girth.

  And holy shit was it hot.

  “I think you like that, don’t you, angel?” Van growled into my ear.

  I whimpered, nodding.

  “You like when I spank this tight little ass?”

  “Yes,” I gasped as he ground his cock deep inside of me.

  In front of me, Matthew sat with his legs spread, his big cock in his hand as he slowly stroked it, watching me.

  “Such a dirty little girl, going home with two men she’s just met and letting them fuck her from both ends with their big, fat cocks.”

  I moaned as he pulled back and then drove in deep, his hand following with another smack on my tender ass.

  “You’ve never had one this big, have you, angel?”

  I whimpered as he ground his huge cock deep inside, shaking my head.

  “And you’ve never had two this big at once, I bet.”

  “No!” I gasped as he drove forward, making my legs shake as he fucked me deep.

  “Suck his cock, angel,” Van growled in my ear, his hand slipping into my hair and turning me. He kissed me hard, swallowing my moan as his hips rocked back and forth, his cock slowly driving in and out of me.

  “I want you to swallow his big cock while I fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

  I swear I almost came right there.

  Van pulled back, and without a second’s hesitation, I leaned forward, opened my lips, and sucked Matthew deep inside my mouth. I hummed around him, bobbing up and down his thick shaft as I stroked what I couldn’t fit and played with his balls. His hands found my hair — not pulling, but guiding me as I bobbed up and down while his friend began to fuck me hard from behind.

  The two of them fell into a rhythm, their cocks sliding in and out of me from both ends, their groans filling the room and their hands moving over every inch of my skin. Van’s hand came down to spank my ass again and again, making me scream around his friend as the climax built and built and built until I was sure I was going to explode.

  Matthew reached beneath me, his fingers finding my clit, and that was the final little piece before I shattered.

  I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, my legs almost giving out as the climax sent me exploding over the edge. Matthew suddenly groaned, his hand stroking my cheek as his cock suddenly erupted in my mouth. I moaned through my climax, swallowing his sticky sweet cum as he exploded down my throat.

  Van roared, his hands grabbing my hips tight as he drove in balls-deep and just let go. I cried out, feeling the hot jets of his cum fill me to the brim — his big cock throbbing and pulsing deep inside of me as he emptied every single drop inside.

  Panting, shivering, gasping for air, the three of us collapsed onto the bed.

  Matthew moved down and gently took my heels off, while Van stroked my hair and pulled me against his powerful chest. I grinned, a dopey, happy, p
erfect smile stretching over my face as Matthew moved up behind me, holding me close.

  We lay like that for a while, the three of us chuckling and nuzzling and just trying to process the amazingness that had just happened.

  Eventually, Van went out to the main room to grab us champagne, coming back to see me kissing Matthew slowly. He chuckled as I pulled away, almost guiltily.

  “We share just about everything,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed and passing Matthew and I champagne glasses. He kissed me slowly, his hand stroking my jaw before he pulled away.

  “And honestly, there’s not a chance in hell either of us could be with you and not want to share with the other. You’re just too damn perfect.”

  I bit my lip, eyeing him quietly.

  “You say that to all the girls you share?”

  “No,” Matthew said, his voice edged. “No, we don’t. Actually, this isn’t something we normally do.”

  “Share?”

  “Care.”

  I shivered as his eyes burned into mine.

  “We don’t usually—” Matthew shook his head before turning back to me. “Julia, we’ve never felt like this about a girl we’ve just met. Not ever.”

  “Before you question it, that’s not a line,” Van murmured, stroking my arm. “You just…something about you-”

  “I think I know what you mean,” I said quietly, turning from one to the other and biting back a grin. “I mean, I am kind of amazing, aren’t I?”

  The two of them laughed, tackling me back onto the bed and spilling champagne everywhere as they kissed me.

  Eventually, they pulled back, and Matthew glanced at Van before giving me a shadowed look.

  “We—” he frowned. “Julia, with our, uh, our government positions, we can’t actually spend the night with you.”

  “Oh, right, of course.”

  I pushed the twisting feeling deep inside, mentally rolling my eyes at myself for feeling let down by that. I mean, c’mon, what did I think this was going to be? It was a one night wild fling with two men I’d only just met — of course we weren’t going to spend the night all together.

  I forced a smile. “I totally get it, I’ll just—”

  “It’s not like that,” Van growled. “Honestly, if we could, we’d keep you here all night and the next ten. Shit, the next forever nights.”

  I blushed.

  “But the job, and the fact that we’re leaving tomorrow to— well, we’re leaving tomorrow.”

  “I understand, really.” And I did, I just wasn’t happy about the understanding.

  I started to get up from the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  I raised a brow. “Home?

  Matthew grinned as the two of them stood.

  “No, stay.”

  I laughed. “Sorry, I think I’m confused, I thought—”

  “The room’s for you, Julia,” Van whispered into my lips as he kissed me.

  I blinked. “What?”

  “The room is for you to spend the night in. Order whatever you want and sleep in as late as you want.”

  Matthew kissed me before he and Van started to pull clothes on.

  “You’re serious.”

  “We’re serious,” Van grinned before shaking his head and stepping into me.

  “Fuck, I wish we could stay,” he growled, kissing me and pulling me tight against him.

  “We’ll be back in town in a week,” Matthew’s voice teased into my ear. “We’d like to see you again.”

  “I think I’d like that,” I said breathlessly, still feeling like this was some sort of dream as the two of them kissed me one at a time before pulling away.

  “Sleep tight, angel,” Van murmured.

  “Thanks for the best night we’ve ever had,” Matthew said, kissing my cheek.

  And then they were gone.

  What. The. Hell.

  I walked around the huge penthouse suite after they were gone, my head still spinning from all of this and my body still tingling like it’d never tingled before.

  This was a dream, it had to be. Not only had I agreed to go home with a stranger — something I’d never remotely done before — but I’d gone home with two strangers. More than that, they’d turned out to be amazing men, and that was before you factored in having given me the absolute best sex of my life.

  I took a bubble bath before crawling into the huge bed and snuggling into the sheets.

  The pillows smelled like them.

  It was that thought that brought a silly grin to my face as I fell into a deep sleep.

  5

  Julia

  I timed my arrival back home at my apartment perfectly — after Emma went to her job as a staff reporter at the Revania Post, and with enough time to get ready for my big first day.

  After showering, and still glowing, I blushed, glancing up and catching my own reflection in the vanity mirror. Visions of the previous night danced through my head, sending a shiver down my back and a pulsing heat through my core.

  “Okay, details.”

  I yelped, half-jumping out of my skin as I whirled to see Emma leaning against my doorframe, grinning at me.

  “I thought you were at work!”

  “Working from home today.” She shrugged. “Job perks to make up for the garbage pay of being a reporter.”

  I flushed, swallowing the heat and the thoughts of the previous night from my face. Well, trying to.

  “So?”

  “So?” I shrugged as casually as I could, turning back to the mirror and combing out my hair.

  Emma laughed. “Don’t pull that ‘who, me?’ crap, lady. You went home last night with two totally gorgeous men, and if you think I’m not going to press you for details, you’re actually insane.”

  I laughed, biting my lip and blushing wildly.

  “It was...” I took a shaky breath.

  Amazing? Mind-blowing? The hottest night of my life?

  “It was, uh, good?”

  Emma rolled her eyes dramatically. “Good? Seriously? That’s the best you can do? Um, yeah, that sounds like a very good to me.”

  My face went bright red.

  “No, it was—”

  “Julia.”

  “Okay! I—” I bit my lip, my eyes blazing in the mirror. “I had some fun.”

  “Some fun.”

  “Fine, lots of fun,” I said quietly.

  “Those aren’t details!” Emma groaned. “C’mon, some of us went home last night with Netflix and half a bottle of rosé I might have found in the back of our fridge. “Let me live through you and your wild night with the two hotties!”

  I laughed, turning and putting my hands on my friend’s shoulders. Emma knew I wasn’t a kiss-and-tell type person, but I also knew I couldn’t just ignore what she knew had happened the night before.

  “Let’s just say it was the single hottest night of my life and leave it at that?”

  “What if you just tell me all the details about that hottest night of your life and we leave it at that?”

  “Not gonna happen.”

  “Prude,” she laughed.

  “Nosey.”

  “Guilty.”

  We laughed as I finished getting dressed. Both of us headed to the kitchen as I poured a cup of coffee.

  “Hey, Emma?”

  For some reason, the question on my lips had been lingering since the night before. And somehow, through the incredible night I’d had, it was a detail I kept coming back to.

  “Do you know anything about tattoos?”

  “Not really?”

  I rolled my eyes at myself as I poured the coffee. “Yeah never mind.”

  “What’s up?”

  “I—” I frowned, and I wondered again why I was bothering to ask her this. Though, she was an investigative journalist, so maybe I thought she might have some insight.

  “What does a tattoo of three crowns mean?”

  She was silent for second, and when she answered from behind me, her
voice was edged.

  “What do you mean?”

  I shrugged, sipping my coffee as I turned to her. “It’s probably nothing. A tattoo of three crowns over a little crest.”

  She gasped.

  “Whoa, Jules!”

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” she said quietly. “It’s— it’s nothing, just this urban legend.”

  A chill crept up my spine, worry playing out across my face.

  “Uh, what kind of an urban legend?”

  Visions of serial killers and organ harvesters danced through my head.

  “It’s called the Triple Crown Club.” She cleared her throat. “But seriously, it’s made up. I mean it has to be. Someone would have found something out about it if it was real. It’s totally a made up thing.”

  “Well what is this made up thing, exactly?”

  She sighed.

  “It’s secret underground club. A sex club.”

  A raw heat teased through me, my memory flashing first of the two identical tattoos on Matthew and Van, and then of the insane night that followed.

  “Really,” I said quietly, trying to keep the squeak out of my voice.

  “Yeah, it’s allegedly this club exclusively for royal elite guys. You know, princes and that sort of thing. And the whole point of this club is…”

  She trailed off, and I realized I’d been holding my breath as I quickly exhaled and shook my head.

  “And the whole point is?” I whispered

  “The whole point is, women get picked to go there and get…” she giggled nervously.

  “Emma!”

  “Okay! They go there and get shared by these guys.”

  My eyes went wide.

  “What.”

  “Yeah, like, you know.”

  “Like a threesome?” I whispered, the blood roaring in my veins.

  “Hey, you’re the expert now.”

  I blushed furiously, groaning into my cup of coffee as she stuck her tongue out at me, teasing me.

  Like the mind-blowing one I had last night?

  “Or a more-some, yeah.”

  My pulse thundered in my veins as I thought again of the identical tattoos on my mystery men.