Shane doesn’t mess around with the teasing kisses tonight. He’s holding my face and feeding his passion to me. Fletch strokes his big hand down my arm and back up, squeezing my shoulder, pushing my hair to the other side. Their attention is one-hundred percent focused on me. I forget to be awkward or self-conscious

Fletch starts sucking on my earlobe while undressing me. I feel like I’m in some sort of passion fog. Like it’s happening to my body, but my brain doesn’t accept it as true. Like it’s a dream. A very good, erotic dream. Five minutes ago, I was avoiding eye contact with them and now I’m offering up my body.

They pass me back and forth, kissing me until I’m naked but they are fully clothed. It feels naughtier this way. I’m so wet, heat blooming in my pussy as they kiss me over and over.

Their hands stroke over me and they murmur things against my skin. In some kind of synchronized move, they both latch onto my breasts at the same time, and I shudder with a mini-release.

“What a good girl you are,” Shane says.

He’s having fun. He’s laidback and relaxed. But Fletch...well, he gets really intense. He starts directing the action. He loses that “Boy Scout” look in his eyes, and it’s replaced with a dangerous glint. He becomes this other man I’ve only seen in brief bits and pieces.

Dominant. Arrogant. Completely in control. Of me. Of Shane. Of himself.

“Lie back,” Fletch tells me as he pushes me back into the couch, moving my legs apart wide while he settles between them on his knees on the floor. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Shane groans against my breast, maybe surprised at the dirty talk. I know I am. My nipple pops out of his mouth. “Your tits are awesome, Pen. Seriously.”

Fletch slides his hands up my thighs, grasping me roughly. “God damn. I haven’t stopped thinking about what I want to do to you since I saw the way you looked at my cock the other night. You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He licks the seam where my leg meets my body.

I shiver involuntarily, my pulse thundering in my ears. “Yes.”

He licks on the other side. “Tell me.” His voice is sharp, the command goes right to my pussy.

I start traveling someplace else in my mind. “Oh, God. Yes. I’m such a naughty girl.”

“Did you like looking at our cocks? Touching them? Making us come all over your hands, sweetheart?”

“Yes. I loved it. I loved both your cocks so much.”

Who is talking right now? Was that me?

“But you wanted more, didn’t you, Velma?” Shane asks. “You wanted us to make you come that night, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”