Her Dirty Archeologists by Mika Lane

15

FLEUR HOLMES

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

I’d known that. Or, I’d at least suspected. I’d wanted to kiss him, too.

And when Drake’s lips met mine, I felt like I was flying. With Penn behind me, pressing his huge hard on against my ass while he played with my breasts, and Drake in front of me, I was sandwiched between the sort of male perfection every woman dreams of. These guys were hot, smart, sexy, and best of all, nice.

Who knew nerdy science guys could be so deliciously gorgeous and be all about pleasing me?

I couldn’t ask for more.

Except for the moment to never end.

But I had something else to focus on at that moment, and it was making Penn and Drake feel as good as they were making me feel.

“Drake, I have to tell you something very important,” I said.

He pulled back, frowning? “What? Is something wrong?”

Pouting, I nodded. “You have too many clothes on.”

He looked at me for a second then dropped his head back and bellowed with laughter.

“Well, shit,” he said, climbing to his feet.

His gaze locked on mine, he unbuttoned his dusty camp shirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing rocky pecs and a beautifully flat stomach.

With his boots and socks off, he unbuckled his trousers and after a moment’s hesitation, kicked them off. He’d had no underwear on, so now he stood before me naked and perfect.

I hardly knew where to begin, with these two men in my bed. Fortunately, I didn’t have to think about it because they took over.

“Penn, you good with all this?” Drake asked.

I looked back over my shoulder and found Penn smiling broadly.

“All good, buddy. I love this ménage shit.”

“Me too,” Drake said.

I was glad they loved it. I couldn’t say whether I did or not because I’d never done it. But I had a feeling I was going to be a big fan.

“How’s the ankle, baby?” Penn asked, positioning me on my knees.

“Better with the ibuprofen, thank god,” I said.

Drake kneeled in front of me on the bed, his cock positioned right in front of my lips, while Penn, behind me, rolled on a condom. A second later, he was poised at my opening, where I was wet and ready.

He leaned down next to my ear while Drake slowly stroked himself, occasionally rubbing his cock against my cheek, leaving a trail of his precum.

“Are you ready for me? Are you ready for my cock?” Penn murmured.

Hell yeah, I was fucking ready.

I bobbed my head up and down, no longer able to speak since I’d taken the head of Drake’s cock between my lips.

Penn drove inside, filling me to capacity, resting a moment so I could adjust to his girth.

When I started to slightly move my hips, he slid all the way out, then rammed himself back inside.

This pushed me against Drake, who I took as far down my throat as I could.

“Goddamn, you’re sexy,” he growled, fingers entwined in my hair.

Holding my head as he was, he pumped my face at the same rhythm Penn pumped my pussy. I was sandwiched between two gorgeous men, being fucked on both ends, and I was out of my mind. The pleasure was beyond description, as was the knowledge that I was pleasing them as much as they were pleasing me.

“God, your mouth feels so good, darlin’,” Drake growled.

With Penn fucking my pussy, I slipped Drake’s cock in and out of my mouth, running my lips along his hard shaft. When I reached the head, I sucked until he groaned with pleasure. His precum was sweet and salty, and I couldn’t wait for him to explode in my mouth.

Every inch of me was on fire. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the touch of the two men.

Behind me, Penn pumped faster, and driving deep one more time, he held himself there, the lengthening and throbbing of his cock setting off my own orgasm.

“Fuck, yeah,” he hollered.

My hips bucked as I came, and with one last drive down my throat, Drake began to spurt into my mouth, grunting and groaning. I swallowed until I couldn’t any more, and the last of his cum dripped down my face.

The guys gently lowered my freshly-fucked and spent body onto the bed, where they wrapped me in their limbs until I didn’t know whose was whose.

The soreness in my ankle, and the earlier confrontation with thieves, was long forgotten. All I was focused on was how sexy and powerful I felt, and how much I loved archeological digs.

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