Amber

"If you think you can handle it—us?" Jett shot him a sidelong glance as they seemed to communicate silently.

I snorted unladylike. "Together?" Eyes widening. "Together, together?" I spluttered and thanked Jesus I was sitting down or else I might just be on my ass by now.

Both sets of eyes devoured me. "Well, just Jett until I get off...unless I can get cover."

Shit! What the fuck should I do? I swallowed the thick lump in my throat as my brain felt like a crazy ball of yarn, becoming more tangled by the second.

Lucy—What would she do?

I slapped myself mentally for the second time. Ride 'em cowgirl would be her advice.

But before I could answer, Jett moved in and spun my stool so I faced him. He planted his legs on either side of mine as a flash of white teeth tugged his lip into his mouth, curling up at the corners, and I couldn't stop looking at his stupidly beautiful mouth. Wondering what it would be like to kiss his lips.

Jett's eyes flamed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you want to kiss me right now, Amber."

"Holy—Shit." I gasped. He could read minds, too!

Every nerve that had been dead for the last three months sprang to life. Gawping, my hand reached out, searching for my drink. Feeling the glass, I wrapped my fingers around and lifted. Tipping my head back, down it went in one gulp.

Temptation beckoned.

But was I that girl? Could I be that girl?

Yes!—screamed Lucy.

"Okay..." I said resting my lips on the rim of the glass, not daring to look at either man.

I popped my glass down as Declan placed his finger under my chin, turning my head and tilting it to meet his intense blues. "I can promise you by morning you won't remember the name of that bastard who hurt you. And you won't regret it either."

His eyes softened, and in that moment, I believed his words.

Warm hands entwined with mine. "C'mon beautiful," said Jett. "Let's go have some fun." He shifted, rising from his seat to tower over me. "Get cover," he threw at Declan, tugging on my hand gently as I slipped from my stool.

Holy Fuck! I was really doing this.

As we stepped into the elevator, heart pounding, I hit the button to my floor. The door closed, trapping me inside with this fine male specimen. Probably the best male specimen I've ever had the pleasure of riding an elevator with.

Mouth dry, Jett moved directly in front of me and seized the back of my neck. Angling my head to look up, he tipped his face down closer to mine, drifting his lips over the corner of my mouth. "You don't know how long we've waited for you."

Me? His words bounced around my head like ping-pong balls as I tried to get my bearings. I'm overwhelmed, excited, and equally terrified. It was like being pushed out of the aeroplane, not knowing how to work the parachute!

"Relax, Amber. Nothing will happen that you don't want." Shifting back a touch, relieving my neck of his hand, it came around and his knuckle brushed the underside of my jaw. "Just give us a chance to show you how good this can be."

The breath I didn't even realise stuck in my throat slowly eased out whilst I studied his face. "I've never done anything like this!" blurted out. Yeah, real smooth Amber.

"Same for us." His head tilted.

What? I'm not sure I understood him. "Don't you do this all the time?"

"Do what?"

"This, pick up a girl and share her?"

He shook his head. "No, this is a first for us."

The way he said us made it sound intimate, and I recalled what Declan had said in the bar—They came as a package deal.

And just like dawn followed the night, I was enlightened. "Oh... you and Declan. You're together—together?"

He slowly nodded. "Yes."

Oh.

"Does that change things?" His finger gestured between us.

Did it? No. But I also didn't understand it. Eyebrows questioning. "Then why do you want me?" It was a simple question. "I mean, you are two sexy guys who have each other. Why do you want a woman?"

He smiled playfully. "You think we're sexy, huh?"

Duh, he knows damn well he's sexy. My face heated to a million degrees. "You don't need me to answer that."

"We've both had sex with women separately in the past, but we've been looking for that one woman who we both want."

My jaw dropped—I was that woman? Was he serious?

He saw the question in my eyes, and his mouth twitched mischievously. "And yes, Amber—that's you."

This was too good to be true. Two sexy as hell guys wanted me!

"Will this prove that I want you?" He took my hand and placed it over his erection.

Oh. My. God.

He was hard as rock as it jerked under my fingers. And huge too.

Holy fuck!

Disbelief and pure giddiness argued between themselves in my head. And then my jaw, still slack, became even more weighted down when he ran his thumb across it. "You have the sexiest lips—you know that, right?"

I couldn't think of an answer as he may have just vaporised my last few brain cells, along with my panties.

And if I still had any brain cells knocking around upstairs, they died the second his lips touched mine.

Pure Bliss.

His tongue coaxed past my lips and glided over mine. The sensation drowned out all the craziness in my head. He tasted of scotch and arousal, if that could possibly be a thing, but it was the most delicious combination. And he was the best damn kisser in the whole wide world, and I didn't recall leaving the elevator or the closing of my room door. But the vibration of the loud knock to said door brought me crashing back to reality.

Breathing heavily. "That will be Declan," said Jett.

"What? So soon?"

Jett smirked as he twisted me around, pulling my back flush against him with one hand and opened the door with the other.

"Told you." His breath tickled my ear.

Declan walked into the room, eyes on me, shutting the door behind him.

"How are you here already?"

"Told them I was sick."

Oh.

Declan's hands settled on my waist and I was trapped between then. Angling my head up. "I couldn't wait a second fucking longer." And his lips crashed into mine as he staked his claim, sending my senses flying as his tongue was just as insistent at Jett's.

I was wrong when I'd said Jett was the best kisser in the world—it's a tie. There was no way I could pick a winner.

And then it was free for all. I sucked in air and Declan's lips were back on mine and Jett's were attacking my neck and then they swapped over, spinning me around. Lips, hands moved all over me and I stopped caring who's as I closed my eyes.

But then their lips vanished and my eyes popped to see their mouths sealed together right in front of my face.

Holy shit, they're kissing each other just like they were kissing me and not just kissing. Devouring.

I'd never seen anything so...hot, and my body responded, it's an assault on my senses as I drank down the sight.

They separated, and both turned toward me.

"He told you, right?" Declan looked concerned. Jett, not so much.

"Ah-huh."

Declan's face relaxed a little. "You've never seen two guys kiss before."

I shook my head. "Not close up."

"You still want in?" asked Jett.

Someone just push me out of the plane because I didn't have a freakin' clue what I was doing... but I'd figure out how to work the damn parachute on the way down!

I slowly nodded

Declan's enormous hands wrapped again around my waist. "Tell me you want us." His look was almost earnest.

"As much as we want you," threw in Jett.

"Yes," breathed out. "I want both of you—together."

"Shut your eyes," I heard Jett whisper.

And who said I didn't know magic because, as if by magic, they're both on me. Stripping me. Kissing me. Pulling my hair free. Teasing my shoes off and never once did their lips leave my skin.

I felt worshipped.

"Open," said Declan as they both stepped back to admire their handiwork.

I stood completely naked, chest rising and falling, nipples like bullets. Usually shy. I surprised myself by raising slightly on my toes and shifting my arms out away from my body almost like a sacrificial offering and their identical expressions made my knees unsteady.

White ardent desire flooded the room.

Declan moved in. "Are you nervous?" he asked, his lip skimming my throat and his fingertips running up my inner thigh.

"Yes," I gasped. "But I'm excited too." Jett's head dipped to suck in a nipple and I swore I didn't know how I was still standing.

"Let me see how excited." Declan's finger slipped through the curls to tease my clit and I moaned when two thick fingers slid easily inside. He began a slow steady pace, and I gripped out to one of his biceps as my hand sank into Jett's hair who sucked my nipple like a champ.

Or was ...as he let go with a popping wet sound. "Is our girl wet?" his head lifted to Declan, who's watching my face intensely.

Our girl? I shivered.

"Fucking soaked," he replied, looking rather pleased.

Jett's hand swiftly moved down as circled my clit whilst Declan's fingers continued to finger me.

Jett's hand vanished, and I almost pouted till I watched him suck them into that sexy mouth of his.

"Fucking delicious!" His finger returned to scoop up more of my arousal and then lifted it to Declan's mouth. "Here." Declan sucked on Jett's finger.

"Fuck, I can't wait till you come in my mouth."

I couldn't respond as my eyes rolled back with Declan's fingers thrusting inside me and Jett's finger back on my little button, adding much needed pressure.

"Ride our hands, beautiful... soak them."

Jett's seductive words whipped me into an almost frenzy. Gasping, reaching for that high. It hit all at once and I exploded and Declan's mouth swallowed my cries with another blistering kiss.

My eyelids fluttered open as I heard whispering and thankfully both men were holding me up.

"That's one," Jett said with his wicked smile widening, bringing another surge of wetness to my thighs. There was going to be a puddle on the carpet soon.

"We need to get naked," said Declan. "Right now, because my dick hasn't had the memo about being patient."

Jett turned to Declan, laughing. "Your dick—well, mine so hard it ain't funny."

It's only then I realised they're still dressed.

"Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?" asked Jett.

I nodded. "I'm good."

Jett's eyebrows twitched. "Get your sexy ass on that bed."

Shakily and impressively, I walked backwards, so I didn't miss them undressing. My legs hit the back of the bed and I sank onto the soft mattress watching clothes being shed at an unnatural speed.

And there they stood. I gulped. I wasn't wrong about Jett, he's hung alright and Declan, I'm sure he would need a licence for that.... surely that's not normal.

They shared a smug look between them and now I'm curious as hell wondering how this was gonna work—did it need some kind of negotiation, who was going to have me in what position?

Or even who was going to fuck me first? I felt a little panicky.

Declan read my face. "Hey, don't overthink it."

His fingers wrapped around his cock and I watched, mesmerised, as he leisurely stroked. Jett followed suit.

Sexy. As. Hell.

And was that another fanfare I heard from below?

"Lie back," said Jett, his tone not to be denied.

I scooted the middle as the bed dipped, one on either side and then Declan was leaning down to kiss me, snagging my bottom lip between his teeth whilst Jett sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth whilst twisting the other.

Declan's hand went south and it's a tumble of need building up inside me. Then Declan kissed his way down my throat and as he sucked over Jett fingers on my nipple and Jett moved his hand.

Holy Shit. One mouth would never be enough again. I'm being ruined for all other men.

Both licking, sucking, I let my fingers run through their hair, both soft but different.

Jett's head lifted. "Tell us what you want."

I wanted one of them inside me. "One of you needs to fuck me," I announced boldly.

Lucy would be proud of me.

Declan lifted his head and again they did that silent communication thing.

"Flip over. Up on your knees," said Jett.

He didn't have to ask me twice. They shifted back, and I flipped over, getting into position.

Jett left the bed, and I twisted my head to look over my shoulder. Declan was moving behind me, encouraging me to spread my legs. And then his mouth was nibbling my ass cheeks, moving down till his breath blew over my pussy and his stiff tongue slid up and down my wet slit, forcing my head to drop a little. "Fuck, you taste so fucking sweet."

Jett climbed back onto the bed. On his knees upright, he moved in front of me and I had to shift my head back before his cock took out my eye.

Jett stroked his cock, his foreskin fully retracted. "Look at me, beautiful," he said, with one side of his mouth cocked up. "Dec will get the honour of fucking your pussy first and I'm dying for those lips to be wrapped around my cock." He ran the head of dick across my mouth, smearing my lips with his sticky pre-cum. "Is that what you want?" He tilted his dick up as an invitation.

Hell yeah. I hummed, dipping to flatten my tongue at the base of his dick, dragging it up slowly to tease the head, sucking out the pre-cum from his slit to hear him groan.

Declan's mouth left my pussy, and I knew he was watching. "Fuck, that looks hot." He then surprised me and slapped my ass. "Let me see you swallow his cock."

Widening my mouth, I slowly sucked in the entire head... and kept on going cataloging every vein and delicious ridge.

"That's so fucking good," groaned Jett as his hands wrapped themselves in my hair. "They made your mouth for my cock."

Declan shifted, and then I felt the head of his cock against my pussy.

Shit protection! I stiffened, but Declan squeezed my ass. "Relax Amber... I'm gloved up."

Relaxing, he pushed inside me.

"Christ, tight," he hissed.

Each inch filled me up more and more. How much more of him could I fit in? And then I felt him flush against my ass. "I wish we could have filmed this." Declan said to Jett.

"Next time..." replied Jett.

Next time?

Jett pushed against the back of my throat and then stilled. "Challenge here is—Can we all come together?"

My answered moan vibrated up his hard length lodged in my mouth. My orgasm would be at their mercy.

Jett chuckled. "Do that again and I'll come first, naughty girl."

"I won't last long. She feels too fucking good wrapped around my cock," said Declan with a harsh gasp.

My pulse sped up and my clit throbbed as Declan pulled out slowly and then thrust back in and I felt every hard inch own me.

I gasped around Jett, earning another tortured groan and he slowly started fucking my mouth, controlling me with slight tugs on my hair.

Declan's rhythm picked up, stroking in and out. I'd never felt so full breathing heavily through my nose.

Gripping my hips tightly, each thrust was like a punch of pure pleasure. "I want you to come on my cock." I tensed as Declan's hand shifted, his finger flicking and teasing my clit.

This wouldn't take long.

"Keep sucking his cock. Use your mouth and your pussy to make us come with you." Declan's voice was much huskier, his breaths harsher.

That was all I needed. Challenge accepted. Angling my head, I took Jett a little bit further down and sucked like a champ, whilst my pussy squeezed like my life depended on it.

Moans and slapping of skin as both cocks sawed in and out of my body. Declan pounded me from behind as each grunt had me sucking harder. His torturous circling of my clit started a lush spiral of pleasure and my orgasm was teetering on that edge as welcome tremors shook my body from the roots in my hair to the tip of my curling toes.

Tears streamed from my eyes as spit leaked from my lips. Both men took their pleasure, both grunting and mumbling, but I couldn't hear what they said. So intense were the feelings within my own body. Until I felt Declan tense and cry out and Jett unloaded into my throat and I shivered, letting my release suck me under as I moaned around Jett's pulsing shaft.

Nothing would ever feel this good.

A couple of hours later and thoroughly fucked three ways from Sunday, my head was brought to rest on Declan's chest. My leg hitched over his as Jett cuddled up behind me, his nose nuzzling into my hair and his arm over my waist.

"Stay," muttered Jett. "We want you to stay."

Could I?

Declan pressed a kiss to the top of my head as his finger trailed up and down my bare arm. "Do you remember his name?" he asked in that husky way that raised goosebumps.

"Who?" I whispered, smiling, letting my eyes close, drifting to sleep.

I heard him chuckle. "That's our girl."