I was eyeing the big, burly guy with the man bun and the lumberjack beard.

I hadn’t had a date that had gone anywhere in a while. Every single guy I’d gone out with just hadn’t done it for me. I was woefully low on post-sex good vibes.

So, why not a one-night stand? No date, no awkward chitchat, no comparing lives and taking notes and endless hopes that he would like me or I would like him. Just sex.

I walked up, slung my purse on the bar and ordered a tequila. “Hi,” I said.

He glanced at me and smiled. Big blue eyes below thick dark eyebrows. Yum.

“Hi.”

On the spot, I decided to make up a name. What the hell, right?

“I’m Candy,” I stuck my hand out, feeling my heart beat faster with the rush of my boldness.

“Matt. And this is Jake.”

The guy sitting next to him craned around the mountain that was Matt and extended his hand. I shook it. He wasn’t too shabby either. Almost as big as Matt but with a blond crew cut and dark eyes. He had a tattoo of a key on his forearm and a small thunderbird inked on the thumb of his right hand.

“Here alone?” Matt asked, giving me a once-over with that bright gaze of his.

“I am. I am here alone for a drink or three. And maybe… ” I trailed off for a moment before finding my nerve and finishing my sentence, “… meet someone to spend the evening with. Just the evening.”

His eyes widened, and he grinned. He seemed to be considering something. When he turned to talk to Jake, my heart fell a little. I’d lost his interest, obviously.

But then he waved a finger at the bartender and pointed to all three of us. A new tequila replaced my dead soldier.

“Thanks,” I said, taking a swig.

He nodded. “No problem. And I might be able to help you with that quest for a person to spend the evening with. But it would be two people.”

My eyebrow shot up of its own accord, and I blinked at him. “Two people?”

“As in me and Jake like to share. We like to have our way with a woman. A tag team, if you will.”

I’d never considered that, and I found I liked the idea. Liked it a lot. “So you two are — ”

“Just friends, but we like to keep things interesting.”

I nodded. “Something to think about.” I downed the rest of my tequila and set the glass on the table.

“That’s two,” he said.

“Two?”

“You said a drink or three. How about that third?”

I smiled, and he smiled back, then Jake leaned over and smiled at me, too. This had been an unexpected turn of events.

I accepted my third and final tequila from the bartender and played with a cocktail straw in lieu of a cigarette, which I really wanted.

“I’ll be back,” I said, finally.

“You leaving us, Candy?”

“The pressure and pleasure inside me built steadily, leaving me gasping.”

I shook my head and trailed a hand down his broad bicep. “Nope. Just grabbing a smoke.”

“We’ll be here when you get back,” Jake said, then he reached out to touch my hip. A small touch, no big deal, but it set fireworks off in my belly.

I walked out into the night and took a big breath of cool air. I lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke slowly, considering my options.

Was I really going to do this? But before the question even fully formed in my mind, I was nodding to myself. I was. The thought of being a push-and-pull toy for those two men had done amazing things in the way of my arousal. I wanted them, and I figured going for it was the only way to go.

I crushed out the cigarette in the sand-filled ashtray and went back in. I leaned in between them where they were perched at the bar. “Drink up, boys, before I have a change of heart. My apartment is about ten minutes away, and I’m ready to go.”

Jake laid a few bills on the bar, Matt saluted the bartender, and then they turned almost simultaneously to trail after me.

“Follow my car,” I instructed. My hands were shaking slightly when I hit the key fob to unlock my door.

Together, they got in a big green SUV and waited until I pulled out. I drove home on autopilot, my mind racing at the possibilities. I’d wanted a one-night stand, and I was going to get one. Only with two men at the same time. I’d say that’s a successful night.

At my place, I waved to my neighbor who gave a double take when the guys climbed out of their car. But she didn’t say a word. For all she knew they were friends, brothers, cousins or whatever else she wanted to come up with. Didn’t matter to me.

I climbed the steps, supremely aware of two sets of eyes watching my ass. Funny how you can feel something like that, but I swear you can.

I locked the door behind them and stood, hands on hips, trying to appear totally cool and not mind-boggled like I felt.

“So, here or the bedroom or… ?” Matt was already helping me out of my jacket, and I let him, liking the feel of his big hands on my body.

He draped my jacket over the armchair by the front door and regarded me, mimicking my body language by settling his hands on his hips. Standing close to me, I could see that he was even taller than I’d thought. Jake was only an inch or so shorter, and having two large men waiting for my input in my tiny living space seemed to suck all the air out of the room.

“Maybe we just get her undressed, while she decides how she wants to go,” Jake said playfully.

He pulled my black sweater up slowly, exposing my belly and my pink lace bra, before pulling it over my head. My hair settled in a curtain against my bare shoulders.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Matt answered. They were teasing me, but in the best possible way. He winked at me, and then reached out to undo the front clasp of my bra. The garment fell away to the sides, and I let it drop and hit the hardwood floor with a whisper.

Jake chuckled and looked at his friend. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said. “Thanks.”

I was confused until he moved close, wrapped one arm around my waist, and bent to suck my nipple into his mouth. He nipped it hard enough to make me gasp, and a rush of fluid escaped my pussy. He soothed the nipped flesh with a gentle lick. He repeated that until I was pressing my body hard against his, shameless and ready.

“No hogging,” Matt said. “Take care of the leggings,” he instructed. He repeated his friend’s actions but on the other nipple, and I found it hard to stand still. I was wriggling restlessly as Jake moved behind me, squatted down and peeled off my black leggings. When he revealed my polka-dotted panties, he groaned and pushed his face to my ass. Then he scraped his teeth along the cotton that cloaked my bottom.

Jake tugged my panties down, pushing two fingers into my slick cunt from behind as Matt continued to lick and bite and soothe my nipples.

I raised one foot at a time to accommodate my flats being removed and my leggings and panties too. Then I was bare-ass naked between two big men and wetter than I could ever remember being in my life.

I stood there, debating upstairs or downstairs. That is, until Matt dropped to his knees in front of me and repositioned my legs so my stance was wider. He pressed his lips to my inner thigh and then slowly licked a long, hot line from there to my pussy. He traced my outer lips with his tongue, working all around my clit but never touching it. I hissed when I felt Jake’s mouth go to work in much the same way but on my behind. He clutched my ass and his tongue circled my back hole before trailing across each cheek. Jake then dropped soft kisses down the backs of my thighs all the way down to my knees. I nearly swooned, fearing I might land on my ass. But I braced myself and tried to focus, which was hard considering there were two tongues sliding along my body at once.

Matt honed in on my clit, sucking it repeatedly but keeping me off balance by alternating the intensity. Strong, light, back to strong. I plunged my hands into his hair and pushed my body forward greedily, grinding my cunt against his face.

From behind, Jake slid his fingers inside my pussy, pumping them with a steady rhythm as Matt worked my clit. Every so often Jake would bite my ass. The pressure and pleasure inside me built steadily, leaving me gasping for air. I didn’t know whether to move forward or move backward. It overwhelmed me, the sensation of a tongue licking my ass and one licking my clit and fingers buried inside me so deeply I knew I’d come at any moment.

When Matt changed his pace to quick, firm flicks of his tongue and Jake was fucking me with his fingers for all he was worth, I gave up, let my head fall back, and came. I gripped Matt’s hair so tightly I feared I’d hurt him, but he didn’t make a sound or let up on his duties.

After my climax, Matt stood, pulled me to him and kissed me roughly. My fingers fumbled for his clothes, but he pushed my hands away and undressed himself while staring me right in the eye. All the while I felt Jake behind me, no longer on his knees, his hands sliding along my skin, touching every spot he could reach.

Jake pulled me back against his chest, arms locked over my mine, and began to stroke my already tender clit. For such big hands he had a gentle touch, and I shut my eyes for a second before popping them open because I wanted to see the mountainous figure of Matt naked.

Jake dipped his fingers lower and drove them into me again, his palm grinding hard against my clit as he did it. I moved my hips, bucking against his hand and taking his fingers as deep as I could. When Matt moved forward to tease my nipples with pinches and tugs, I came again, gasping for air. I didn’t even know if I’d make it to the fucking.

But I did. Because they moved me to the sofa, four strong, warm hands on my body. I was positioned on my hands and knees. I could feel how wet and swollen my pussy was, and I wondered what I looked like from their vantage point. It sent a shiver through me to think of them eyeing me in this ridiculously turned-on state.

Matt moved into position behind me. Obviously, he’d chosen the pussy route. I observed as Jake remove his clothes, revealing a toned, tan body. His cock already long and hard, he stood there watching me watch him. He stroked his cock briefly and then moved to kneel in front of me on the sofa. I lowered my head and slid my lips down his shaft as Matt ran his hard cock along my drenched opening. He pushed into me just a little, and I forced my mouth lower on Jake’s cock.

And there they were, fucking the girl I’d chosen to be for the night. Candy, such a brazen fuck-slut.

I shut my eyes and licked the thick vein that ran up the back of Jake’s cock. He put his hands on my head and thrust a bit deeper, using my mouth to his liking. I sucked in air through my nose, and Matt chose that moment to ram into me. His cock was long, but thinner than Jake’s, and he filled my pussy perfectly. He rocked into me, every movement pushing me forward so that Jake’s cock filled my throat.

Matt reached beneath me and tickled my clitoris with his fingertips. He spread my own moisture around my throbbing button and fucked me hard but steady.

I moaned, caught between the push and pull of them. The fingers sliding over my hard knot of flesh swirled pleasure up through me like light radiating inside my body. I bucked back and then slid forward, not sure which direction to go. All I could focus on was the feel of Jake’s thick shaft in my mouth and Matt’s cock bumping my G-spot with every hard-driving motion.

I was holding on, trying so hard not to climax. The hands cradling my head held me a bit tighter as Jake thrust harder into my mouth and throat. He was picking up the tempo, finding the pace he needed to come; I was not just content but utterly turned on to be his receptacle. I relaxed my throat and let him take me the way he needed. I drove my body back to take Matt deeper, and he groaned. His finger pushed into my ass, and when my body took it willingly, he added a second. He’d abandoned my clit, so I braced myself with one arm and reached beneath my body with the other. I pinched my clit, provoking a pleasure and a pain that threatened to put me over the edge.

I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to ride this experience to its grand finale, so I focused on not letting that beautiful moment happen. It was the hardest thing I think I’ve ever done.

I was completely filled up. A cock driving in and out of my wet mouth, my tongue brushing the silken flesh as it fucked me, while another dick plunged in and out of my swollen pussy. My ass accepted Matt’s thrusting fingers, and I felt the friction of his fingers in my back hole as his cock rapidly pistoned in and out of my cunt.

I let out a cry around Jake’s dick. I was going to come. There was no more holding on. I heard Matt swear behind me even as Jake groaned. I whorled my shaky finger over my clitoris and let go, the orgasm hitting my body hard. I was blissfully caught between two men who were using me for their pleasure.

Jake lost it first, pulling free of my mouth a second too late. The sweet-salty taste of his cream filled my throat. He fisted his cock as he came, semen erupting from the tip, so I could watch his release. Matt pulled out of me, muttering “fuck,” and I felt the warm jets of his load splash my ass cheeks. I hung my head, breathing hard and still feeling the small aftershocks of my own orgasm. And then I was laughing.

“Was your evening a success?” Jake asked, brushing my hair out of my face.

I looked up and then sat back on my haunches, sticky and naked. “I’d say so.”

Matt was searching for his jeans, but he paused to smile at me. “We aim to please.”

“And your aim is very, very good,” I sighed.

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