I Think I Need Both

Blake is the first, he would be. He wants to possess me, don't get me wrong, but he would view the whole thing as a bit of a competition between him and the other candidate for pack leader. Blake would be the first to move because he'd want to get the best spot and he'd work his damndest to prove that he is more than capable.

To make me cum first. To make himself cum last.

So he moves on me, in my fantasy, and he slides himself in next to my body. He runs his hand up and around my neck and settles it at the back of my head and turns me towards him, unmistakably claiming me for himself.

Blake's other hand finds my hip on the far side and he, almost imperceptible, turns my body towards him. A subtle movement but one that certainly says that my attentions belong to him, that my body belongs to him, that I belong to him.

Jake has other plans.

In my dreams he is almost hesitant, almost shy. Maybe this does him a disservice because the man was, frankly, only too eager to touch me in the real world but in my dreams he wants me, but almost doesn't know if he should intrude.

Yet it doesn't stop him in the end. By the time Blake has his hand on my hip and his lips on my lips Jake is sliding in to me, his fingers still teasing once more between my legs, slowly pushing my thighs apart, while he kisses the nape of my neck once more and starts to work on the straps of my dress, slowly sliding them down my body.

I know where this is going. I love it.

And in my dreams I make no secret of that. I moan loud and long and I shudder beneath their touch. I shiver and I shake and I grasp at them, pulling both of these men into me.

My sounds and my writhing panic draws the attention of the people around us who remain faceless, but present nonetheless. There is no Rachel here in my dreams, no boy-Kim or girl-Kim and certainly no Eddie. There are people but they are without any real form because they serve the only purpose they need serve well enough simply by being there.

I want them to watch me. I want them to witness me. I want them to want me.

Something about that aspect of things just ratchets up the excitement. The feeling that I might get caught, be witnessed, doing something like this has been a present fear and thrill in almost all of my activities this day.

From blowing the stranger in the alleyway to Jake beneath his table. Blake barely hidden away and even Rachel in a bathroom where anyone might walk in.

God all of them were thrilling, seasoning to the spice of my lust and my life. They made everything so much more intense, so much so that now and here surrounded by people I had built in my mind the passion and the pleasure was rising in me so steadily that it was constricting my chest and I didn't know if I could truly breathe if I kept this up.

But I didn't want to stop. Oh god no I didn't want to stop.

I moan out louder and I pull them in tighter and I feel them moving on from me. Blake kisses down my neck to join Jake on my chest and my dress is almost urgently pushed down, my breasts going cool for an instant as the open air kisses my skin.

Hot a moment later as lips close on that newly exposed skin. Pressing into my breasts and searching for my nipples and tasting them, teasing them, and sending sharp lightning strikes of pleasure and need coarsing through me.

My back arches and my legs tremble. I feel this throbbing desire pulsing in my belly and I feel two hands, one from each man, **** my body down to the ground beneath me.

And they push up my dress, exposing me below just as much as they are above.

And they take from me a little bit more.

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