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“Consent is sexy,” Enzo said. “And resistance is understandable. You have a right to be unsure of sex with two men who are madly in love with each other.”
Sean rolled his eyes, but there was a warmth there that hadn’t been there when India had first met him. Enzo’s warmth. “Madly in lust.”
“Shit.” India realized she had made a fatal error. “I expected you to do some sexy coercing. Maybe more of that deep voice thing you did.”
“If you’d like sexy coercing, we’re open to that,” Enzo said, deepening his voice again. His eyes twinkled with a little mischief.
India hesitated, looking between the two big men. “Yes, please.”
“Don’t sound too excited,” Enzo said, smirking. Sean glanced at him and shrugged and moved in close and cupped her jaw, running his thumb along the edge of her jawbone. His eyes, as always, sucked her in, and she noticed that the sadness she used to always see there wasn’t so intense. He smiled a little and bent forward and slanted his mouth across hers, raking his hands through her hair and pulling her close with a sharp intake of breath. The kiss deepened, grew more demanding, and India fucking loved kissing Sean Blackstone.
From behind her, Enzo moved against her back and ran his lips along India’s throat, his hands settling on her waist, stroking up under her shirt and sending electric desire over her bare skin. After a few minutes, Sean pulled back and spun her to face Enzo, stepping back to pull off his own shirt while Enzo kissed her. They were so different, but both perfect in their own ways. Sean’s kisses were refined and studied, hitting her at exactly the most delicious places, while Enzo’s were more of a sensual domination, taking over her mouth and bending her to his will. She wondered how he’d be as a submissive.
They took turns touching and kissing her as they shifted her between them, pulling off clothes until they were both down to their underwear. Enzo was wearing a sexy, tight pair of boxer briefs, while Sean was wearing a jockstrap, one that barely covered his dick. India chuckled, cupping him through the thin mesh fabric. “Did Enzo pick these out?”
“Fuck yeah, I did,” Enzo said. “He looks hot as fuck, bent over and taking my dick like a good boy.” He pulled Sean’s face around into a rough kiss.
India smirked, unable to deny the sexiness of what Sean was wearing. Meanwhile, she was still fully dressed, though her short plaid skirt wasn’t covering much, and she couldn’t help but notice that their hands kept sneaking higher and higher. Enzo’s big, calloused fingers were tugging at the elastic of her panties. Sean’s smooth, manicured nails digging into her ass.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered again. “Bare. I really need to have your cum.”
Enzo paused. “Really?”
“She wants to feel our cum dripping down her legs as she walks in to talk to Declan. To think about us,” Sean said. “You on the pill, Indie?”
India rolled her eyes. “Yes, I am. And you guys are too cheesy.” India would not admit that what he had said was making her squirm.
“But yes,” Enzo said.
“Fine,” India huffed. “Yes.” She squealed as Enzo laughed and lifted her up, making quick work of the buttons down the front of her white shirt while Sean pushed her skirt up around her waist. They were desperate for her, leaving her partially clothed as they started to explore her body, and she shuddered between them.
“Fuck, Indie, you’re lovely,” Enzo said, cupping her left breast and tweaking her nipple, wrapping his lips around her and sucking. Sean licked and kissed his way down her stomach, and nipped at the seam of her panties, making her whimper. How could two men’s hands and mouths make her feel this surrounded and held and cared for all at the same time? Sean kissed her through the lace of her panties, tasting her arousal and groaning.
India pulled Sean’s mouth back up to hers, and he grinned as he kissed her, his mouth sweet and slow on hers, while Enzo watched intently, his fingers dipping under her panties and discovering how wet she was for them. He groaned, fucking her with two fingers while Sean deepened the kiss. The desperate desire to have both of them inside her was almost overwhelming, and when she looked down to find Sean’s hand wrapped around Enzo’s thick, bare, cock, she couldn’t handle it anymore, dropping from the counter and leaning forward to take him with her mouth.
“So beautiful sucking Sean’s cock, but how will you look spit roasted?” Enzo dragged the tip of his cock against India’s slit. She whimpered, pressing back against him. Sean’s big hands held her steady, one in her hair, one on her shoulders as Enzo started to push in deep, and she couldn’t think anything other than that this is how she was meant to be, pinned between the two of them, loving them both with her body.
They cradled her gently as they started to move, sending waves of shivery pleasure through her. Enzo reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as he moved inside her with a rocking motion that made her lose track of sucking Sean’s dick. She had never been this into having a cock in her mouth, but she loved the throbbing heat of him, the way he responded. He ran his fingers through her hair, praising her and pleasuring her as Enzo fucked her pussy roughly. Enzo was so big that she shuddered with each thrust, begging for more from him, loving the stretch of him inside her.
Her lack of focus on Sean mattered little, because Sean began openly fucking her face in time with Enzo’s movements, and the two of them together drove her wildly over the edge into the most intense orgasm of her life, one that made her knees collapse out from under her, forced them to hold her body as they fucked her, supporting her with their hands and cocks as they used her roughly.
Enzo came, buried deep inside her, filling her with his warm release, and Sean lifted her up and slammed her into the wall and fucked her more sweetly, his kisses passionate. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tight and pressing close as he finished inside her, and his cock was a mess of both of their cum when he finally slowed down and pulled out.
“Holy shit,” India whispered as Sean helped her to stand again.
“Wishing you hadn’t turned us down last time, huh?” Enzo asked.
“You have no idea.” She reached for her discarded shirt, and Sean helped her get dressed again, even as a shudder of nerves ran through her. She pulled her skirt into place and looked from one man to the other, both still half in their underwear, with their cocks hanging out.
“Yes,” Enzo said.
“What?”
“Yes, you can come home with us and sleep in Sean’s ridiculous bed, all naked and covered in our cum, like the little slutty princess you are.”
Sean barked a laugh. “Don’t I get some of the cum?” Enzo turned and slammed his mouth against Sean’s, making promises in his sweet kiss.
“I think I need to go,” India said, the panic rising as her arousal faded. She put her hand on the doorknob and took one look back at the two big men, wildly beautiful, and so fucking intimidating. She tried to calm her fast-beating heart, tried to stop her mind from jumping to crazy conclusions, but it was impossible.
