As They Take What They Want

Real life is boring. Real life is complicated. In real life, nothing ever turns out the way it's supposed to.

Two jocks vying for my attention in real life isn't going to turn into some kind of threeway. Guys like Blake and Jake will go all gay panic in the moment and pull back, insisting that I choose one or the other of them if they don't bail on the whole thing entirely because 'oh no our dicks almost touched' the shame and the guilt and the horror. There is a reason they call it the devil's threeway. God forbid anything good for a woman could be desirable.

In the real world nobody does what I want them too, so in spite of the fact that I feel like I'm lingering maybe a bit too long I want to stay a moment longer. I want to let the tension build. I want to let my imagination wander.

I want to let hope live a little while longer.

Jake tastes me and it makes my body ache with satisfaction, the feel of his tongue sliding up my sex and tracing a circle around my clit as it sends the warmth settled in my belly thrumming out in waves that rush to the edges of me.

My body relaxes into it and as it does my mouth opens in a moan and Jake uses that chance to guide his cock inside and it's warm and salty and familiar, a pulsing throb that settles on my tongue and awakens the greedy need within me that makes me push forward for more.

I reach with one hand down towards Jake and drag his head down into me, trapping him between my thighs. My other hand clasps the ass of Blake as he tightens it against the feeling of my hot mouth on his cock and I use the leverage to pull him a little more forward into me, burying even more of his cock past my lips in a heartbeat.

My eyes go wide as I **** on him a little before the ministrations of Jake between my thighs makes my lids go heavy and a low and heady moan rumbles out of me, travelling down the length of Blake's cock and into his balls which twitch nearly ready to release already.

Because in my dreams these two men want me so bad. They need and they crave me just as much as I need them. Gone are any considerations of anything other than us, our barely restrained desires for one another making us fall into this moment and shiver, eager for one moment more.

I pull back and bob onto his cock. My throat opens up to take him deeper, all the way down to his base. It hurts to deepthroat him but only for a moment and then it's just the rhythmic and repetitive movement of me taking him again and again, the sound of his moans and the wet shlick of my mouth on him echoing out in the air.

My legs are trembling. My knees would be clattering together but I've got Jake between my thighs and he's holding them apart. At least until he takes one hand off my leg to slide down beneath his mouth and press with wet **** into my sex, pushing forward as I squeeze around him and my eyes go wide once more, a muffled shriek of surprise and pleasure issuing forth and nearly escaping the space around Blake's cock.

The two men know, somehow. They work in perfect synchronicity and that, maybe more than anything else, is the perfect indication that this is nothing but a dream.

When Jake presses forward to bury his finger inside of me, Blake does the same with his cock. When I am filled with one I am filled with another and I and stuffed, my eyes widening each time it happens as I rise.

As I rise.

As I rise higher and higher and start to shake so much that I'm losing control. So much pleasure rushing through me that god I can't help but feel like I can't help but feel and I want it and I need it and I am about to have it.

But there is one problem with that.

There is one thing I don't see coming.

There is one last thing that I forgot.

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