My best friend thinks that I’m a total slut for wanting to hook up with the two men that just moved into the large house opposite of mine.
Fortunately for me, in the case of my sensitive ego, I don’t take Candy’s raunchy little comment to heart. Not only is my fiery redheaded sister from another mister unapologetically blunt, but she also happened to have had a freaktastic quickie with our bartender from last night.
So fuck it. If I’m such a big nasty slut for lusting after two strangers then so is she for having fucked one last night.
Nonetheless, all jokes and verbal jabs aside, I know she means well. Whatever crude remarks she wants to make about me for wanting to go thot it up with my sexy new neighbors, a pair of gorgeous gentlemen with enough muscles for me to drown in, she can quite simply shove it. I can fangirl over a few strangers if I damn well please because it’s not like there’s much excitement elsewhere to go around down here.
In Cloeville, the pitifully small city that I’ve lived in for the last few years, there’s really not much to fawn over when it comes to that of the opposite sex. Most of the men in this town are either married, old enough to be my father – may he rest in peace – or they’re just strictly homosexual and aren’t willing to experiment with a fumbling train wreck who comes with tits and a vagina, aka me.
“Believe it or not, but I actually have never hooked up with two guys at the same time before,” Candy randomly confesses. And just like that, our conversation about last night’s episode of The Walking Dead takes a sharp left turn into a new direction. “Good God, just look at those two big hunks over there. I bet it’d be a wild fucking ride trying to take them both on at the same time.”
A wild ride that I would love to endure...
“I agree,” I chuckle softly, allowing my eyes to drink in the two handsome men currently hard at work washing their trucks. “A wild ride indeed.”
The men whose identities I’ve yet to uncover officially moved into the neighborhood just the other day. Today they’re outside, both shirtless and glistening with a light sweat, cleaning their gigantic trucks. I don’t know much about them... yet; I don’t know why they moved here, where they’re from, or if they’re even actually related to one another.
For all I know, they could be rude pricks. Or, unfortunately for my thirsty ass, gay and in a relationship with one another. Regardless, I quietly obsess over them.
They’re both tall with hella ripped bodies, low cut beards, soft yet strong facial features, and they both have the most beautiful and well-kempt hair that I’ve ever seen. That lets me know that grooming is important to them and it’s kind of a weak spot for me because there’s nothing sexier than a man who takes good care of himself, inside and out.
One of the men’s hair is lustrous, dark in color, and short in style with loose natural curls pointing in various directions; the other guy has long brown hair that’s probably shoulder length, but I can’t tell at the moment because he has it tucked into a messy bun atop of his head. Not many can properly pull that look off, a man bun, but he damn sure wears it well.
God, if only I could run my fingers through it...
From where I’m sitting, my front porch, they both look like a damn snack just waiting to be eaten. I can only imagine how mouth-watering they’ll look when finally face to face with me.
“So your love life, as well as your sex life, has been in a bit of a drought lately as I’m sure you will agree,” Candy calls me out. My mouth falls open at her statement as I turn to give her my undivided attention, playfully flipping her the bird. She laughs in response. “I say we change that starting now.”
“What’d you have in mind?” I ask with hesitancy.
“As much as I love to take on new challenges, for your sexy as hell neighbors over there, I think you should be the one who goes over and talks to them,” she replies. “You know, welcome them to this shitty neighborhood and all that.”
“You can’t be serious! I’m so not going over there and talking to them!” I panic after being put on the spot. “Have you not paid any attention to what I’m wearing? I have on skimpy booty shorts, dollar store flip-flops, and a rainbow tie-dye shirt that has holes in it. Not to mention that I have zero makeup on right now. I’m the epitome of a hot mess.”
“All the better,” Candy smiles.
“How, bitch?” I scoff, rolling my eyes.
“If those two will accept you at your most ratchet, then I’m one hundred percent sure they’ll ravish you when they get to see you at your best,” Candy replies with certainty. “Just think of it as a test for them. Yeah, you’re looking a little run down at the moment, but who cares? Frankly, if a man can handle me when I’m looking like a ten, he sure as hell will continue to appreciate me when I drop down to a nickel...either that or his ass gets dropped.”
Rather than attempt to try and decipher what the fuck she’s trying to say, I sigh heavily instead while silently weighing the pros and cons of her random request in my head.
Approaching not one but two hot guys while looking like mismatched trash? Yeah, it’s a terrible idea...
I have my days, mostly when I’m heavily intoxicated, where I can be as blunt and outgoing as Candy. I can be loud and tell shit like it is without giving your feelings a second thought. But when I’m sober, it’s another story. I’m super introverted through and through. I know how to handle my own when thrown into socially awkward situations, but if I had the choice, I’d much rather stay cooped up inside my house than be out doing whatever it is that normal twenty-five-year-olds do.
Too bad I’m already light years away from being normal...
As much as she gets on my last nerve, if it weren’t for the boisterous Candy Hampton, I’d truly be a lost cause. She’s what makes me step outside of my comfort zone, whether I like it or not. With my mother in another state and Candy being my only true friend at the moment, it’s because of her that I’m not deathly afraid of having to interact with people.
That and also the fact that I kind of need to be social in order to live and function and make ends meet. Still, I’m human at the end of it all. I have feelings. I get nervous and self-conscious, especially when it comes to approaching hot guys that I know for a fact I want to bone.
“Here, honey.” Candy now stands before me and I can’t help but feel a tad envious for how pretty she looks today.
With her slim model figure, perfect boobs and ass, it never matters what she has on because she always finds a way to make her clothes work in her favor. Always. I’ve literally yet to have seen her look anything less than stunning.
“They’re not for us to drink.” Candy holds two cold glasses of lemonade in her freshly manicured hands. I stare at her in confusion. “Before you ask any questions, this is your icebreaker for the boys. You’re going to take these drinks and walk across the street to give them to your new neighbors. It’s to start a conversation.”
She pauses, her expression growing annoyed when I don't move a muscle.
“Look, it legit doesn’t get any easier than this. I just told you what all you need to do, so act excited and go get your men.”
I’d been so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice when she disappeared into the house to fetch the drinks.
“I just bought that jug of lemonade.” I frown, staring blankly at the glasses in her hands. “Who told you to open it?”
“Layla Emory Mitchell! If you don’t get your ass out of that seat to go over there and score some new-neighbor-dick, I swear I’ll hurt you something serious.” Candy’s bright green eyes shoot daggers at me, making me hop out of my seat with a quickness as I hurriedly take the cold glasses away from her. “Go forth and make your second mama proud!”
To think we’ve known each other since middle school and she’s yet to lighten up on bossing me around, I think to myself while she nudges me off the porch.
Walking at a snail’s pace as I attempt to cross the empty street, my anxiety nearly reaches the clouds as I get closer and closer to two of the hottest men that I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Compared to Candy’s flawless figure, I can’t help but feel a little bit out of place with all my thickness and curves. From elementary school and all the way up until the eighth grade, I was flat in the front and the back. But then high school happened and it’s as if my body had suddenly awakened and said ′hey, it’s time to fill this bitch out’.
From then on, I’ve been casually hanging out on the thick spectrum.
And while I may not have Barbie’s shape, rock-hard abs, or even a thigh gap, I wouldn’t necessarily consider myself ‘fat’ either. Fuck being fat. I’m naturally thick. Way too much negativity is attached to that three letter word; people give it more power than what it needs so I try to stay away from it when talking about myself.
All I know is that at the end of the day, when it comes to having meat on my bones and something for men to grab hold of and slap around during sex, I most certainly have all of that.
Some days I think I’m the shit and that no other girl can get on my level. Other days, like today, I feel like I look like shit.
“Hi! I’m Layla.” I make my presence known after walking in between the two large trucks parked in the guy’s driveway; one is black and the other is red.
The men went from washing the cars to servicing them as they’re now doing something underneath the hoods. I quietly make my way up front to properly greet them.
“I don’t know if you guys heard me, but I’m your neighbor from across the street. My name is Layla. I brought over some...” My mouth goes dry after I make eye contact with the man standing in front of the black truck. As I assumed from my front porch, he looks even better up close. Though it isn’t his glistening six-pack that has rendered me speechless, it’s his stunning gray eyes. “I-I brought over some... uh, some drinks.”
“Thanks. That’s mighty nice of you, Layla.” The handsome gray-eyed devil smiles at me, showing off his pearly whites while moving to stand in front of me. I go as still as a statue, completely entranced by him, letting him remove a glass from my stiff hand while his mesmerizing eyes scan me from head to toe. “I’m Paul. Behind you is my roommate and friend, Aaron.”
“You came at a great time, Layla. I was just about to head inside for a beer.” A deep voice chuckles from behind me. I turn around and lock eyes with Mr. Man Bun. “Nice to meet you, neighbor. I’m Aaron.”
“I’m Layla, as you already know,” I gulped, handing him the other glass of lemonade. “I-I saw you guys out here working on your cars and figured you could use a cold drink.”
“Oh, is that all?” Paul, the one with the practically jet black hair smirks. I look over at him again, shocked to see that he’s already finished his drink.
“Well, no. I mean, I guess I wanted to welcome you guys to the neighborhood and all of that. You know, just trying to be hospitable or whatever.” I blush when his eyes start roaming my body again. He strokes his chin with his free hand and I take it that, despite my lame attire, he likes what he sees. “So, where are you guys coming from, if you don’t mind me asking.”
Not that I actually care, I just want to hear more of your voices...
“We moved here from California,” Paul says, his eyes now focused on my makeup-less face. Empty glass in hand, he casually leans against the front of his truck as Aaron moves to stand next to him, putting them both within my eyesight. “We liked California, even lived there for a couple of years, but things eventually got old and boring very fast.”
“We wanted a change of scenery,” Aaron added while removing the band from his hair. He shakes his head, letting his long brown hair fall. It stops just past his shoulders. “Cloeville is small, homely, and not overrun with scum. We figured this place would be a good fit for us for a little while.”
“A little while? So you’re not anticipating on staying too long?” I ask, working hard to keep my eyes from wandering below their necks.
“That depends,” Aaron laughs, glancing over at Paul.
“On what?” I question.
“It depends on what all this place has to offer to us,” Paul answers with a smile, making me weak in the knees as he looks down at me. I can’t help but feel tiny while standing here in front of them. They both tower over me so easily, it’s intimidating. “Meeting you has been the most interesting thing that’s happened to us since we got settled in.”
“Hopefully we’ll get to see even more of you,” Aaron says, his expression flirty though his tone is serious. “Out of all our other neighbors, you’re the only one who came over and acknowledged us.”
Holy shit, are they flirting with me right now? Am I imagining this?
“Layla, your cell is ringing!” Candy yells from across the street. “It’s work, so you might wanna come and answer it before they get annoyed and fire your ass.”
Of all the times for this bitch to cockblock me this is when she does it!? Really, Candy??
“That your friend?” Aaron asks, looking equally annoyed by the sound of her squeaky voice.
I nod. "I should probably head home and answer the phone before she further embarrasses me."
“It’s unfortunate you have to go. I was starting to enjoy your company.” Paul smiles. “Anyway, I won’t hold you hostage. But it was definitely a pleasure meeting you, Layla. I’m hoping we’ll all run into each other again soon.”
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I say in a whisper before smiling and turning to walk away. My ass is phat so it jiggles when I walk and in these short ass shorts, I’m willing to bet my life savings that both of them are staring at it right now.
That’s right, watch me walk away...
“Spill the beans you little blushing bitch! How’d it go?” Candy bounces up and down with excitement after we enter my house together. She trails closely in behind me as I head towards the kitchen sink in order to splash some cold water on my face because I’m hotter than hell heat wise and also sexually flustered. “Oh, and no one actually called you. I just figured you were a nervous wreck and needed saving after being over there for so long.”
“Everything went fine,” I mutter moments later, turning the faucet off and wiping my face with my shirt. “They were nice and very, very hot up close. I found out that they moved down here from California, apparently because they grew bored there or something. Oh! You should’ve seen how beautiful their eyes—”
“Did you get their number or at least ask them out for a drink?” Candy cuts me off. I shake my head, completely forgetting that the mission was to seduce them. “Damn it, Layla! Even when I help you out you still manage to ruin shit. Just what am I going to do with you, girl?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Not expect so much from me and just let me live my life the way I want?”
Rolling her eyes, she sighs. “No worries. There’s always tomorrow. In the meantime, you want to go out tonight? There’s a new club that just opened up downtown and they’re giving ladies free drinks until midnight. Want to go turn up with me and shake off this L you just gained?”
Bursting into laughter, I playfully shove her. “I guess I’ll be down to party, but only if you promise to never say turn up again. That shits been played out.”
Candy laughs. “Okay, fine.”
My confidence tonight was through the roof and you couldn’t tell me a damn thing.
Finally getting out of the lengthy line that’s posted up outside of Rave, with my body hugging little red dress and high heels on, I felt like a bad bitch when Candy and I entered the crowded club.
“It seems like there are more women here tonight than there are men,” I yell over the loud music blasting, hoping Candy could hear me as we pushed our way through the thick mass of people.
It took us a few minutes, but we eventually made it to the bar. Behind it was three bartenders speedily serving people drinks; two sexy as hell men and one beautiful woman, each of them looked ripe for the picking.
“What are you in the mood for?” Candy asked, giving me the impression that she hadn’t heard me speaking earlier.
My attention shifts as my eyes dance between her and the hottie still serving drinks at the opposite end of the bar, the Great Value Michael B. Jordan whose biceps were making me weak.
“What am I in the mood for? I don’t know. You’re the alcohol connoisseur, not me,” I teased, taking a seat next to her at the bar. “Order me something that’ll get me fucked up. I don’t want to be able to remember any of this night come tomorrow morning.”
“Now you’re talking!” Smiling mischievously, Candy waves down the only bartender currently available – the very one I’ve been lusting after since arriving here - Mr. Tall, Dark & Handsome. She proceeds to order our free-until-midnight drinks while he and I shamelessly eye fuck one another.
His pretty bright brown eyes take in my heart-shaped face, and with a wolfish grin that lets me know his current thoughts are just as dirty as mine, they slowly travel downwards to my full breasts. I smirk a little, playing coy with him while leaning forward to ask for his name.
I’m barely able to hear him over the loud ass music playing, but I manage to make out something with an R. I tell him my name in return, we shake hands briefly, and then share a few more words before he, unfortunately, gets pulled away by other patrons needing drinks.
Well, I guess I know who I’m slutting it up for tonight...
While the other bartender, the woman, comes around to put the last few finishing touches on me and Candy’s drinks, I take the moment to scope out my lively new surroundings.
While I’m generally a homebody, I occasionally like to step outside of my comfort zone and, as Candy says, live a little. Nights like this where I’m surrounded by tons of strangers and loud noises, it can be a little overwhelming to a timid person like me, but on the flip side, it’s also enough to fill my Fun Tank for at least a few weeks.
The multi-colored strobe lights connected to the ceiling dart in various directions around the club, bathing everyone in all sorts of colors from the rainbow. The music playing is hella loud but modern, so it’s not entirely annoying. My only gripe at the moment is how few men are around.
I didn’t get dressed up in my favorite freak’um dress to end up catching the eye of one man. Screw that! I actually want all eyes to be on me tonight, which is rare. And as much as I appreciate my fellow woman, tonight I’m looking to get dicked down good and proper.
Ugh, I’ve never been more sexually frustrated in my entire life! Feels like I’m going crazy...
“Don’t ask what it is, just drink it.” I turn around as Candy passes me three shot glasses, each one filled with a different colored liquid. “You said you wanted to get hammered; six of these bad boys will do the trick, so get ready.”
Fuck it, I’ve got to do something to get Aaron and Paul off my mind. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them ever since we met this morning...
Aside from wanting to have some genuine fun with my best gal, I also came out here tonight to drink away my sorrows and try to forget about my hot new neighbors that moved in across the street from me. Ever since I introduced myself to Aaron and Paul, I’ve been thinking about them nonstop; how electric their touch was whenever one of them touched me, how intense their eyes looked when scanning my curvaceous body, and even how enchanting they sounded when speaking my dull name.
I bet they’ve already forgotten about me...
It’s honestly embarrassing that I’m this thirsty towards them because I literally have only just met them today. It makes no sense to be obsessing over them like some horndog. It’s fucking pathetic of me. And if there’s anything that I hate more in this world it’s feeling pathetic because of a guy... or in this case, two guys.
“So, three now and then three later?” I ask. Candy nods. I sigh, not wanting to chicken out, and swallow my nerves as I reach for one of my shot glasses. Candy and I throw back all three in unison, slamming our last glass against the bar countertop. “Shit, that’s strong!” I hiss, coughing. “Way too strong.”
Before I can acknowledge the warm stinging sensation currently tickling my throat, Candy starts giggling like an innocent school girl when one of her favorite songs starts playing, Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled. She grabs my hand and drags me out onto the dance floor in a hurry.
Ignoring all the sweaty bodies swaying and gyrating around us, we take each other as our dance partner and immediately get lost in the in song. I’ve heard it so many times that I know almost all of the words, so it only makes sense for me to belt out the lyrics with Candy.
Yes! This is what it feels like to have fun and be carefree...
Candy and I end up dancing through two more songs before heading back to the bar and ordering our last three shots. We take them straight to the head and go back out on the dance floor just as Bodak Yellow by Cardi B comes on. The mood within the club, mostly from all the women, instantaneously goes from hype to ecstatic within point five seconds.
When the song ends, I excuse myself from Candy to go freshen up in the lady’s room.
A few minutes later, I stand in front of one of the many mirrors inside and prepare to give my face a little touch-up. I remove my purse from my shoulder and set it on the edge of the sink, digging inside it in search of my lipstick.
I silently curse myself when I remember that I left it at home.
My red lips were starting to fade a bit in color and they needed a touch-up badly. Then again, it’s dark inside the club, so no one should really take that much notice of it. I slide the long gold chain strap of my small purse back up my arm and pat down a few stray baby hairs before exiting the bathroom, feeling refreshed and partially tipsy.
I don’t know how long its been since Candy and I got here, but I was definitely starting to feel the effects of the shots we consumed. I head back to the spot where I left Candy and see that she’s nowhere to be found. I guess I could text her to see where she ran off to, but I doubt she’s on her phone right now.
As I turn to head back to the bar, thinking maybe she returned there to fetch us more drinks, I’m abruptly stopped by someone gripping my waist. I gasp in shock when I’m pulled back against the firm body of a strong man, his front to my back. Kiss It Better by Rihanna is playing; it’s not a song you grind to and whoever the stranger behind me is he knows that all too well. He takes control of my body, his strong hands traveling up and down my sides as he grinds against me from behind.
Should I stop this? I don’t even know this man...
With the way that I’ve been feeling ever since this morning, hot and fucking bothered, I have to stifle back a moan as I allow the stranger to tempt me further with his impressive dance moves. Every now and then I’d put a little umph in my grind and the way I move my hips, pushing my ass back against his growing boner; yes, we’re that close to one another that I can actually tell just how hard he is right now.
It’s disgusting but hot at the same time.
Please don’t be ugly when I turn around, please, please, please...
I nearly lose it when I feel his lips touch the base of my neck. Giving me a hickey as if he’s marking his territory - me - his hand’s snake upwards to rest just below my breasts in the most teasing manner. Buzzing and just about ready to combust, as we get towards the end of the song, the need to know who my new dance partner is makes my curiosity spike; I finally spin around in his grasp and...
“Nice to see you again, Layla.” Aaron smirks at me, his amber colored eyes blazing bright. “You’re looking goddamn gorgeous tonight.” He licks his lips, his grip on my waist tightening just a little. “Good enough to take home and eat.”
Speechless, I can do nothing but stand there and gawk at him. He chuckles in response and then spins me around as another slow jam comes on. It’s then for when I come face to face with Paul, my other hot neighbor.
Where had he suddenly come from? I don’t know nor do I care.
Shortly after he makes his appearance, I’m sandwiched between the two of them; their hands play with me and touch every inch of my body while I turn to mush dancing in between them. Things begin to get so fucking hot that I actually have to hold onto Paul’s tall frame for support so as to not wind up falling over onto my face.
“W-What are you two doing here?” I eventually get around to whispering in Paul’s ear. Thanks to my heels, I’m close to being at eye level with him. “You two stalking me or something?”
He laughs. “Would you freak out and run away if I said yes?”
I can feel the heat rush to my face, making me blush as we continue to hold eye contact with one another.
“If you wanted to see me again you could’ve just walked across the street and knocked on my door,” I joked. “I wouldn’t have turned you away.”
“And what about me?” Aaron mutters next to my ear. I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning when he suckles my earlobe, taking things up several notches. “If I knocked on your door would you have let me come inside?”
I’ll let the both of you do whatever you fucking want with me...
“Are you here alone?” Paul asks. I shake my head and mention how I came here with Candy. “Think she’ll be upset if we steal you away for a while?”
“Steal me away?” I question. “Where to?”
Grinning like he just stumbled upon a pot of gold, Paul takes me by the hand and leads me to the opposite end of the club. Aaron trails closely in behind us, having my other hand in one of his. My pulse is racing by this point, my anxiety steadily rising, and my mind is spinning in circles at how fast this night is unraveling – in a good way.
The three of us eventually approach a flight of stairs that lead up to the second floor of the club, a place for which I hadn’t known existed until now. Guarding the stairs is a large and mean looking bouncer. He and Paul exchange words, smiling and laughing it up as if they’re long lost friend's.
Minutes later, the two men dap it up and just like that we’re allowed to pass through. I get the urge to ask Paul what’s going on and where we’re headed, but moments later we stop at the end of a long hallway. It’s dark, dimly lit, and there are three doors on each wall to our right and our left.
Champagne rooms? Oh, hell no...
The music blaring from downstairs isn’t as loud up here, so I can faintly hear what’s going on in the rooms around us and it makes me panic slightly as I snatch my hands away from the boys.
“You took us up here to have sex?” I exclaimed, glaring at Paul and Aaron, unsure for why I’m actually upset given that I’ve wanted to fuck them both since meeting them. “Just because the three of us danced and had a little fun on the dance floor doesn’t mean that you can take me wherever and expect me to spread my legs for you—”
Smirking as if my back talk is turning him on, Paul suddenly charges towards me. He gently pushes me back into a wall, kissing me deeply. I immediately go weak in the knees, losing all self-control as I find myself shoving my hands into his short hair.
“Aaron...” I moan in between Paul’s kisses when I feel one of Aaron’s hands slide in between my quivering thighs. “Wait, I’m not supposed to be doing this with you two. I’m s-supposed to be going home with the bartender.”
Poor guy doesn’t stand a chance against these two...
“Not anymore,” Paul groans against my lips, his hands raising my dress upwards for Aaron to gain better access to my quivering cunt. “You're ours now.”
Before things can get too explicit with the three of us up against the wall, Paul drags me inside one of the available champagne rooms for more privacy.
Aaron follows closely in behind us, one his hands intertwined with one of mine. His grip is secure and firm, almost like he’s afraid to let me go. I smile at the thought after we step into the dark room. I’m immediately overcome with various emotions once the realization hits that I’m about to have my first ever threesome tonight.
Being here with Aaron and Paul, two men that look like they’re past due in wanting to tear me apart in the best way possible, I’m nervous as hell, but above all… insanely horny.
The room we’re in is large enough to fit a party of five, so there’s more than enough space for the three of us to move around without feeling cramped or claustrophobic. The walls are colored a deep red and hold no paintings or decorations. There’s a long black sofa positioned against the wall opposite the door, there’s also a stripper pole in the center of the room, and resting on a small circular table in the right-hand side of the room was a black bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne sticking out of it.
The only thing missing at this point were condoms and glasses for drinking the champagne.
I remove my purse and toss it aside over onto the floor, getting a little more comfortable when Paul and Aaron start going at it with one another. The two manly men were putting on quite the show for me and I was thoroughly enjoying myself; I had a soaking wet pussy and damp panties to prove it.
Damn, I should be recording this…
Out in the hall when Paul had kissed me for the very first time, I had already decided in my mind that I was going to fuck both him and Aaron tonight. There was no doubt about it. I only freaked out after they brought me up here – and after I realized what for – because I didn’t want them to think that I was an easy whore who was quick to give it up. I had almost let my self-esteem get to me.
I had to hurry and remind myself that I was living a carefree life tonight. It's a no fucks given type of night. Tonight, I was to have no worries. Tonight, I was going to be a different person and experience things that I normally wouldn’t go after while sober. Tonight, I told myself that I was going to come out to this club and have a blast, and hot damn it that’s what I’m going to do with Aaron and Paul or else my name isn’t Layla Emory Mitchell.
“Don’t just stand there staring.” Paul turns to reach for my hand, swiftly pulling me in between him and Aaron. “Join us.” He smiles and I practically melt underneath his intense gaze.
“We’re going to have so much fun together,” Aaron whispers from behind me. “You’re so beautiful, Layla. Too damn beautiful for your own good,” he says. The three of us moan in unison after he goes underneath my dress and rips off my panties, forcefully. “The way you were dancing with me earlier, I know you felt how rock hard that ass made me,” Aaron mutters. “You had me so turned on, baby. I know you were, too.”
With closed eyes and my arms wrapped around Paul’s neck, I bask in the sensual moment after feeling his sweet lips plant kisses on my neck.
“Let’s see just how wet you are for daddy...” Aaron groans, sounding so fucking hot. I couldn’t help but shudder in response to him roughly sliding two fingers inside my cunt. “Goddamn, girl. You’re dripping wet.”
“Just for you,” I moaned with a lazy grin, letting my head fall back against his shoulder while he proceeded to finger fuck me from behind. I spread my legs farther apart, allowing him more room to move around. “And for you, too…” I said to Paul, growing brave while reaching down to cup his stiff erection, later opening my eyes to see him staring back at me with an equally dark expression. “I want this.”
“Want what?” he whispers in a shaky tone, testing me. “Say it.”
“I want your cock, daddy.” I pull my dress up and grab one of his hands, placing it on my throbbing cunt. He smirks, making me moan in delight when he begins toying with my clit. “Fuck, yes! That feels so fucking good.”
All this daddy talk is so twisted, but so hot at the same time…
As the minutes rolled by, I was starting to sway on my feet thanks to how gone they had me; Aaron was still playing with my pussy from the back, still whispering naughty things in my ear while Paul stood in front of me stroking my clit, occasionally giving me even more of him by leaning forward to kiss me.
The need to both scream and cum became so overwhelming at one point that I had to hold onto Paul’s shoulders for support, my nails digging into him. I’m sure he’d have marks on his skin if he’d been shirtless.
“I can’t wait. I have to have some of this juicy cunt, Layla. I need it now,” Aaron said in a demanding tone while his fingers picked up the pace, now moving speedily in and out of me. “I want to circle my tongue around your fat clit while you beg and scream for more,” he continued, his fingers moving around, exploring every inch of my pussy from within. “I want to look into those pretty brown eyes as you cum for me, over and over again.” Whimpering, I felt myself clench around Aaron’s fingers, again and again. I was just about ready to fall apart when Paul applied more pressure against my clit, his other hand gripping my waist to keep me from falling over. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to cum for daddy?”
“Yes! Please,” I beg, my voice cracking. “I want to cum for you, for both of you.”
“Let’s give the lady what she wants, Aaron,” Paul chuckled. “But not before I get a taste.”
My entire body trembles when Aaron removes his slick fingers from my core. Eyes open, panting and unable to catch my breath, my mouth almost hit the floor when he reaches past me in order to slip his fingers – the very one’s covered with my pussy juice – into Paul’s eagerly awaiting mouth. He sucks them clean, groaning like he’s in love with the taste of me.
Holy shit! How much hotter can they get?
As filthy as the whole scene was, it also happened to be ridiculously sexy. I could barely control myself after that. I ended up throwing myself at Paul, kissing him hard enough to where I was able to taste myself on his lips and tongue. I got so lost in our kiss that I hadn’t even noticed what Aaron had been doing behind me.
One minute, the three of us were standing; the next minute, Aaron was seated on the sofa with my ass hovering over top of his exposed cock.
I hadn’t done squats in a while, so my thighs burned as I hovered over his lap. That pain soon faded away when I felt the tip of his condom covered shaft press against my opening. Had it not been for him keeping me steady by holding onto my waist, I probably would have fallen back on him and crushed his dick with my weight.
“Such a marvelous ass you’ve got, Layla,” Aaron whispered, giving me a hard smack while simultaneously thrusting his hips upward, half of his stiff cock sliding its way deep inside me. I cried out in response, not having been ready for him. “Open your eyes, baby,” he instructed with a grunt. I hadn’t even known they were closed until now. “You’re gonna take his cum while also taking mine.”
Opening my eyes, I’m now facing Paul’s thick cock. He stands before me with his pants and underwear around his ankles while one hand pumps slowly up and down his lengthy shaft. When our eyes meet, he smiles and licks his lips. After that, Aaron forces me down onto his lap, and in return, the rest of his cock enters me, filling me completely.
“Ooh, God!” I exclaimed, holding onto the front of the sofa cushions for dear life while Aaron bounces me up and down on his lap. His strokes are deep, long, and punishing as fuck.
“Holy fuck, baby,” Aaron moans loudly from behind me, his grip on my waist tightening. “You’re riding daddy’s fat cock like a fucking pro.”
All this dirty talk is going to make me explode! Fuck, it’s so hot…
With Paul masturbating in front of me and Aaron ramming into me from the back, there was a part of me that knew I’d be no good after tonight was over and done with. With the way that they were working my body, how rough yet gentle they were being with me, I was drowning in the moment we created.
Everything felt so good that I didn’t want it to stop.
As badly as I wanted to cum, over and over again, I knew that it’d mean things would have to come to an end for us and that’s the last thing that I wanted. I didn’t want this moment to end. I wanted it to keep going.
Unfortunately, my body wasn’t on the same page.
“Shit, I’m gonna…” I started, panting heavily; my pussy was dripping like a broken faucet along Aaron’s hard shaft, it clenching around him uncontrollably as my orgasm drew near. “Oh, daddy, I’m gonna…”
“Eyes on me, Layla.” Paul inhaled sharply, his hand picking up speed as he beat his dick with haste. I was barely able to keep my eyes open due to how euphoric I felt, but from what all I was able to catch before he shot his load into my now opened mouth, it was an insanely beautiful, and also deliciously erotic, sight to witness. “Good girl,” he said, breathless. The tip of his cock was still at my lips while one of his hands rested on the back of my head, keeping me in place. “Now swallow for daddy.”
Being an obedient little slut, I happily do as I’m told before he pulls himself away from me.
“My turn,” Aaron growled, pumping into me in a hurry. His hands slide further down to where he gripped the sides of my ass. I threw my head back in bliss, enjoying the ride, as he ravished my shuddering cunt. I thought that I could hold out for just a little while longer, but after feeling Paul’s fingers brush against my clit again, I quickly crumbled into a million tiny pieces.
As did Aaron inside his condom.
“Fuck! This sweet pussy is going to be the death of me…” Aaron moaned, giving me four more pumps before pulling out of me. “I’ll at least be dying a happy man, though.”
Before everything went black, laughter filled the room.
Waking up in bed, thanks to a full and angry bladder, I look over at my clock on the wall and see that it’s about three in the morning.
Frowning, because I was still dressed in my club attire, I peel out of the tight dress and hurriedly made my way into the bathroom. I took a much-needed leak, washed up as fast as I could, and then I went right back to bed.
I had no idea for how I ended up at home - everything is still a blur after I blacked out from that crazy orgasm caused by Aaron - or even where the hell Candy was, but I was so tired that I had no choice but to set it aside and worry about it all in the morning.
As I slid back under the covers, trying to switch pillows thanks to the one I’d been lying on having gone flat, my hand made contact with a piece of paper.
I sit up in bed and turn on the lamp sitting on my nightstand. Staring at the yellow colored sticky note, it said "check your inbox." I’m assuming it wasn’t referencing my email, so I looked around for my phone, finding it lying next to me on the bed. I go into my inbox and see that I have an unread text from an unknown number.
Butterflies stir awake in my stomach after I read the short text.
Talked to your friend before we left the club and we assured her that we’d get you home safely. I didn’t want to leave you alone tonight, but Paul insisted we give you some space to breathe after what happened in that champagne room ;) Sweet dreams, gorgeous. I’m sure we’ll all see each other again very, very soon. -A
For him to exhibit such a bad boy demeanor, I found that Aaron’s soft side was an even bigger turn on for me. And as nervous as I was to have to face them again, especially after what all we’d done back at the club, I couldn’t shake feeling hella excited about it because it seemed like they wanted to see more of me as well. It seemed like I was going to be more than just a one-night stand to them, or at least that’s what I was secretly hoping for.
Either way, with a smile on my face, I got re-settled in bed and drifted off to sleep, eager to dream about my hot neighbors from across the street.