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I slipmy shirt off over my head as I walk into the bathroom. I turn the water on to let it warm up while I take my leggings, bra, and panties off. I step in the shower as Hollywood and Diesel walk into the bathroom.
“How’s the water,” Diesel asks.
“Come in and find out,” I tease.Hollywood gets in the shower first.
“Hi.” He towers over me. They both do. They’ve got to be close to a foot taller than me.
“Hi,” I whisper. I admire Hollywood’s naked skin. The only tattoo he has is the Savage Menaces MC patch on his back. His muscles are so defined, I can’t help but to reach out and touch him. His abs flex beneath my fingers.
Diesel steps in behind me. I glance at him over my shoulder and watch as his eyes take in Hollywood’s body. Diesel is covered in tattoos and is every bit as muscular as Hollywood is.
Diesel’s arms come around my waist, pulling me back so my back is flush with his front, and his dick presses against my ass. Hollywood cups my face in his hand and brings his lips to mine. I part my lips, granting him access. At the same time, Diesel’s lips come to my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking. He slides his hand to my pussy, using his fingers to separate my folds and rub against my clit.
Having not one, but two gorgeous men worshiping my body at the same time is simply blissful. It’s just the three of us, nothing else exists in this moment, and I’m floating on cloud nine. I reach down, taking Hollywood’s cock in my hand, pumping up and down. He breaks our kiss, dropping his head back and moaning.
Diesel turns me around and kisses me. It’s sweet compared to Hollywood’s rough kiss. They balance each other out, giving me the best of both worlds. Hollywood smacks my ass while I’m still kissing Diesel.
“Tell us what you want.” Hollywood’s lips brush against the shell of my ear, sending chills down my back.
I break my kiss with Diesel. “I want you both to fuck me.”
Hollywood growls in my ear before spinning me around to face him. He lifts me by the back of my thighs, making me squeal. Diesel’s fingers come to my pussy, sliding in.
“Fuck, someone’s a little eager,” he says. “You’re soaked.”
I instantly miss his fingers when he pulls them out. They’re quickly replaced by Hollywood’s dick that Diesel helps guide to my cunt. I find myself wishing I could see him with Hollywood’s cock in his hand. The thought of his big, strong hand wrapped around it turns me on. I moan, digging my fingernails into Hollywood’s shoulders as he rubs the tip of his dick against my pussy. Then leaning forward, he presses his cock into my opening and slowly slides in to the hilt. Diesel’s front is pressed tight at my back as Hollywood uses him as a makeshift wall to fuck me against.
Diesel’s hand goes to the back of Hollywood’s head and he pulls him closer, crashing their lips together. Watching the two of them kiss while Hollywood’s cock is inside of me is one of the hottest things to ever happen to me. When they break their kiss, Diesel’s hand comes down to the front of my throat, making me lean back. His other hand is on my tit, pinching my nipple. Hollywood pounds into me, causing me to cry out.
“Come for me, Tinsley,” Hollywood orders.
As if my body takes commands, I’m coming. “Oh, fuck! Dex!”
He thrusts a few more times, each one harder than the last. He squeezes my hips hard as he comes, growling out my name.
Diesel lifts me up, staying close as Hollywood sets me on my feet. If Diesel wasn’t behind me, I would more than likely collapse on the shower floor. My legs are that weak.
“Ready for round two,” Diesel asks.
I turn in his arms, smirking. “Bring it on.”
He lifts me up the same way Hollywood did, sliding me onto his cock. Just like that, I’m ready to go again, as if I didn’t just get fucked. This time, with Hollywood at my back, he sucks on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. I throw my head back so it’s resting on his shoulder. Diesel plays with one of my nipples and sucks on the other. With both of their mouths on me, my release builds a lot quicker.
“Don’t come yet, Pixie,” Diesel says. “Not until I say so.”
“Jared, please,” I beg.
“Not. Yet.” He thrusts harder.
Hollywood reaches over and pinches Diesel’s nipple, making him moan. Diesel pulls my face to his.
“Now.” He smashes his lips on mine just as an orgasm washes over me and my release hits hard. I delve my hands into his hair and feel Hollywood against my back, with his arm wrapped around me so he can touch Diesel.
“Come now, Jared,” Hollywood demands.
Diesel thrusts once more and moans into my mouth, still kissing me. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. We’re both panting, out of breath. He sets me on my feet, holding onto me to make sure I don’t fall. Diesel turns around to turn the water off while Hollywood grabs a towel. He carefully dries me off before wrapping the towel around me and helping me out of the shower. I grab them each a towel from under the sink and hand them each one.
I walk out of the bathroom, straight to my dresser, and grab a pair of boy shorts to sleep in. Diesel’s shirt and sweats are sitting on top of my dresser, so I grab his shirt and slide it on.
“Stealing my clothes now, huh?” He laughs, walking out of the bathroom with Hollywood right behind him.
“Borrowing, not stealing,” I correct him.
“You can borrow or steal anything you want from me.” He kisses my forehead then grabs his sweats, sliding them on. Hollywood slips into a pair of black basketball shorts. I crawl into bed, laying in the middle while they lay on either side of me.
This is where I’m meant to be. I was made for the two of them.
