Page 89 of Match Point

“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “But I want to try. I need both of you. I’ve needed you these past weeks.”

Tristan grabbed both of my ass cheeks and spread them wide for his friend. Before I could take a breath, Dominic plunged the tip of his cock inside. Any more than that and Iwouldn’thave been able to handle it, but it was fine with just the tip. Tristan’s eyes widened as we both felt the second dick enter me.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

“Holy fuck,” Tristan agreed, eyes glistening.

“Relax,” Dominic said, leaning forward until his lips were right next to my ear. He gave it a playful bite and said, “Just relax like this for a minute. Get used to both of us.”

Then he pushed my head down, forcing me to kiss Tristan. Not that I needed any encouraging as I slid my tongue into his mouth. Slowly, I felt myself relaxing with the two cocks inside of me. It wasn’t painful, but it was… a lot. More pressure than I expected. But as I relaxed, I felt my desire growing inside of me.

Both of them…

Dominic grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back, arching my back on their twin cocks until I was twisted, facing him. He kissed me hard, sucking on my tongue and pulling it into his mouth as he began to fuck me.

“I didn’t think that ass could get any tighter,” he growled. He planted his palm between my shoulder blades and pushed me back down on Tristan, then began fucking me like he really meant it. Long, slow strokes that filled my ass from behind.

Oh my God. I’m being double-penetrated.

Somehow, Tristan’s cock became even stiffer inside of me. Like he was propelled into a more intense arousal that challenged everything he knew. The look he gave me told me he wanted all of me, every way he could, as much as he could get.

He began to drive his hips up into me, ramping up my pleasure another degree. Feeling the two cocks pumping inside different holes flipped every erogenous switch in my body. Nerve endings I didn’t realize I possessed were filled with ecstasy, intense and extraordinary. I craned my head and cried out with a pleasure I’d never known.

Dominic’s strokes were long and powerful as they crashed into my back door again and again. The two men, two of the most talented tennis players alive, fucked me like they were trying to earn a trophy. Tristan grabbed my ass, and Dominic wrapped his arms under my chest to palm both breasts; the sensation of four hands clinging to me brought me to another orgasm that shook my body and made me wonder if I had died and gone to heaven. Sexy, sinful heaven.

It’s so intense, the thought flickered across my consciousness.I almost can’t handle it. Almost.

“I want to fill your ass with my come,” Dominic growled. A declaration and a question all at once.

“Fill it,” I begged as my climax raged on, and on, and on. “Fill my ass. Come for me!”

Tristan grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a hungry kiss as Dominic moaned louder behind me. Tristan’s chest heaved with frantic breaths as he neared his own shuddering finish, thrusting up into me from beneath with equal fervor.

Their simultaneous roars of pleasure were pure, extracted bliss. A duet of lust and love as they double-penetrated me, filling my separate holes with their milky seed, still pumping even as they came, unable to stop themselves until their sweaty bodies were completely drained.

Dominic hunched over and kissed the back of my neck. A trickle of his sweat landed between my shoulders and rolled down my back. “That was fucking amazing,” he groaned.

“Mmm hmm,” I managed to say.

He pulled out and went to the bathroom first, which was fine because I didn’t want to leave Tristan. With him still inside of me, I rested on his chest as if he were a big, muscular pillow. He stroked my hair and planted soft kisses on my head.

“I bet you didn’t expectthatwhen we came over,” he whispered.

I shook my head without opening my eyes. “Not even close. But it was everything I didn’t know I needed.”

44

Dominic

It was good.

It was all sogood.

When I found out Tristan and Miranda were romantically involved, I was devastated. I remember getting the text message notification while in the locker room at Wimbledon, preparing to go out for my semifinals match. I felt like the biggest fool in the world.

Only over time did I realize it wasn’t because of their relationship itself. Miranda and I had agreed that we weren’t exclusive, so it’s not like she was cheating on me. No, I was upset because of the circumstances of how I found out. At the exact same time as the rest of the world, learning about their tryst as a juicy piece of tennis gossip rather than something that personally affected me. Nobody knew that I was also involved with her. It wasn’t humiliating inthatregard.

But my humiliation still ran deep.

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