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Damon gave her an evil smile, let his gaze wander over her
body for a super-heated moment and then licked his lips. “You bet I will.” He
positioned Trey so they were both kneeling profile to her and she could see
them both. Trey lifted his arms, and Damon dragged Trey’s shirt up, revealing
his gloriously sculpted upper body one tasty inch at a time. Damon tossed the
shirt and then unzipped Trey’s snug jeans, uncovering a wedge of tanned
temptation.

A huge knot formed in Blair’s throat. She gulped. Gulped
again. Lifted a hand to her forehead to sweep aside a piece of hair that was
falling over her face.

Trey glanced at her for a moment, and a buzzing, zapping
connection charged through the air between them. She could almost feel the need
gathering in his body, swirling and churning like storm clouds.

Down the pants went. No underwear. Trey’s thick rod sprang
free, his tight balls snug against the base. The sight took Blair’s breath away
for a split second. She gasped to reinflate her lungs.

In the next instant, Trey was naked, his glorious body there
for her to admire. So perfect. Tanned skin smooth and velvety over hard,
rippling muscles and sinew. Strong. Powerful, sleek.

“Now, Trey, will you please undress Damon.”

Trey gave her a look of raw hunger then turned to Damon. His
hands deftly worked as he removed Damon’s shirt, his pants. His fingertips
skimmed over Damon’s skin as he worked, teasing him and Blair.

And Damon reacted so visibly, it increased Blair’s thrill a
hundred times. His eyelids fell closed and his head dropped back. His mouth
pursed in a semi-pout, and the muscles of his neck and shoulder tightened until
she could see the lines separating each one. Until he looked like a hard,
sweaty warrior, preparing for battle.

Perfect. They were both so perfect.

Her hands skimmed up her stomach, stopping before they
reached her tingling nipples. A twitchy tightness was pulling between her legs.
She wanted to rub it away.

Can’t. Oh this is torture.

“Now kiss, please. I’m burning up. I need to see you touch
each other the way you do without me, when I’m not here.”

They tipped their heads and their mouths met in an
open-mouthed, mind-blowing kiss. She could see their tongues stroking and
stabbing, almost like a battle for possession. Very masculine. And very sexy.
They stroked each others’ chests, shoulders, stomachs. Their touches weren’t
soft and gentle but strong, hard, possessive. Damon curled his fingers
slightly, raking them down Trey’s tight chest, leaving red stripes. Trey
groaned, the sound somewhat swallowed up in their kiss, and did the same to
Damon.

Someone moaned. It was her. Her hands crept higher until her
fingers rested just below her hard nipples.

This was impossible. Cruel. Her legs fell open a little and
she glanced down, not surprised to see her folds shimmering with her juices.

“Don’t touch,” Damon growled, his voice gritty and raw.

Her eyes snapped up to meet his, and she licked her dry
lips, nodding. She might be telling her two guys what to do, but they were
still very much in charge. And oh yes, that was the way she wanted it. Needed
it. Had to have it.

“I’m so hot,” she said, her voice reflecting the bone-deep
desperation she felt. “This is so good, it’s torture.”

They both smiled at her.

“Good,” Trey said, reaching out and closing a hand around Damon’s
cock to give it a slow, yummy pump.

Blair watched his hand inch up to the base then glide back
down to the flared head. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she could imagine
dropping her head, licking away the pearl of pre-cum gathering on the center
slit, tasting, devouring, begging for more.

“Who do you want to see fucked?” Damon asked, his eyes still
closed. “Whose ass do you want to see get crammed full of hard cock?”

Once again, the air slammed from her lungs, like she’d been
socked in the chest. Those words? Holy smokes! So sexy.

She gulped in a shallow breath. Did it matter who was fucked
and who did the fucking? Yes. And no.

She wanted to see Damon give the pleasure, Trey receive, to
witness that dynamic and discover what vulnerability he’d reveal when he was
giving pleasure to Trey.

“Damon, will you fuck Trey? Will you fuck him with all the
love you have for him?”

“Yes, I will.” He went to the cabinet, returning less than a
minute later with some lube. No rubber. He smoothed some on his cock, working
it around the head, over the tip and down his full length. It felt so right
watching him, watching them together. She held her breath as he applied more
over Trey’s anus then tested his puckered opening with two fingers.

Blair’s heart started pounding so hard and fast she could
hear it.

Then he turned Trey around, so he was on his knees, facing
Blair, his head close enough to rest on Blair’s bent knees if she drew them
together. Close enough to smell the scent of her pleasure, which hung heavy in
the air. Trey’s nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled, his lips curling into a
half-smile, his eyes gleaming with raw male wanting.

“I love the way you smell,” he murmured, sending a quake
racing down her spine.

As much as she’d wanted this, to witness the intimacy
between these two men, to understand their relationship better, she was in
agony. There was no more erotic a sight than a pair of perfect men touching
each other this way. Both strong and powerful. Damon held Trey’s hips as he
drove his cock in and out of Trey’s anus. And Trey tipped his head back and
rocked on his hands and knees, taking each thrust hard. The depth of their
pleasure was plain on both their faces and in the taut muscles of their
shoulders and chests.

Within minutes the room was filled with the scent and sounds
of sex. The sensations whirled around in the air, seeped into her body and
charged through her veins until she was lost in them. Her hands slid down her
torso, skimmed over her pubic bone and out to her thighs.

Don’t touch myself. Can’t touch myself.

How much longer would they make her wait?

She could hear Trey’s breathing speed up, grow shallow. A
deep rosy flush was spreading up his chest, his neck. She checked Damon. His
gaze tangled with hers, dark eyes full of raw sexual power. His lips parted, as
if he was about to speak, but no sound came out. His jaw tight, he surged his
hips forward harder, faster.

“Trey’s cock,” he murmured.

Yes, Trey had one, and uh-huh, it looked good. But what was
he trying to get at?

“Take it in your hand,” he added, sounding as breathless as
a marathon runner. “Your mouth. Whichever.”

Oh, thank God, she wasn’t going to have to sit and just
watch anymore. Happy to be putting her hands to good use, she grabbed the tube
of K-Y, slicked up her fingers and scooted forward, wrapping them around Trey’s
thick rod.

Trey growled.

It was a very nice sound, the kind that made her insides get
all tingly. Smiling into his semi-glazed eyes, she gave his cock a few slow
caresses. “How’s this?”

“Uhhhhh,” he groaned.

She’d take that as a “Just fine”. Encouraged, she tightened
her grip on his penis and fell into a steady pace, not quite as fast as
Damon’s. As she stroked him, the heat radiating off his body seemed to seep
into her pores. It swirled inside her stomach and spread through her body in
ripples.

Damon released Trey’s hips, dragged his fingers down Trey’s
back as he looked down at Trey with eyes full of love and wanting and desperate
desire.

Instinctively, Blair tightened her fist a little more, and
Trey moaned again.

“Gonna come, Trey,” Damon said. “Can’t stop.”

“‘S’okay. Me too.”

The room filled with the sound of two men’s sighs of relief.
Trey’s eyes opened. “Blair,” he whispered. He licked his lips. “Kiss me, baby.”

Still pumping his cock, Blair leaned forward, tipping at the
waist and settling her mouth over his. She opened to accept his tongue,
welcoming the invasion, trembling with the intensity of his kiss.

Hot cum spurted from the tip of his cock. Droplets sprinkled
over her hands, breasts. She smiled, whispered over and over, “Thank you.” When
he broke the kiss, stealing his delicious mouth from her, she released his
still-hard cock and smoothed her hands down over her breasts.

A husky growl from Damon’s direction caught her attention
and she looked up.

He stood, his plump, fully erect cock gripped in one fist.
“Now, beautiful, it’s your turn.”

Chapter Six

“I want you both to take me,” Blair said as she let Trey
ease her onto her back. “Please, at the same time.”

“No.” Trey stared down at her with tender eyes, full of
emotion. His hand gently cupped her breast, his palm heating the hard tip of
her nipple, rasping it gently, too gently.

She arched her back, pressing her breast firmer into his
hand. “I’ve been preparing. Please.”

Damon, returning from a visit to the bathroom, knelt beside
her, opposite Trey, hooked a hand around the back of Trey’s neck and pulled.
They kissed overtop of her. In between slow, sensual licks and nips, they
murmured words of love with lust-roughened voices.

She could have cried, seeing such a show of emotion this
close after having witnessed their fight earlier. She’d been so sure she was
going to see the end of something beautiful and rare. Just as she had when she
was a child. It had been her parents’ love she’d watched being destroyed then.
And now it had nearly been Trey’s and Damon’s.

Instead, to her relief, she’d seen its rebirth. If only the
same thing had happened with her parents.

Someday, she might have a love like this, the kind that was
worth giving up everything for.

The love she had for these two men was as close as she’d
ever come to that kind of miracle. These past nights had definitely deepened
her feelings for Trey and Damon, especially tonight. Her heart felt so light
she thought it might float out of her chest.

Tears gathered in her eyes. They saw them, Damon and Trey,
when they broke the kiss and together turned their attention back to her.

Damon cupped her face, thumbing away one of the salty drops
as it seeped from the outer corner of her eye. “Why are you crying?”

“They’re good tears.” She gave him a watery smile, sniffled.
“I’ve never seen the kind of love you two share. If I hadn’t seen it with my
own eyes, I’d never have believed it was possible.”

“Oh baby.” Damon smoothed her hair off her forehead. His
gentle touch made her feel so cherished, adored. “We love you too. I hope you
know that.”

She did. “Of course. Nobody’s ever done anything like what
you two have for me. And I’m not just talking about all the beautiful presents,
which I hope are all fake because if they’re not, I’m not even sure what to do
or say.” She waited for him to either acknowledge or deny whether the stones
adorning all the pieces of jewelry, the picture frame and the wooden box were
real. He didn’t.

Being a practical person, she took his non-response as an
admission that they were fake. After all, it was unreasonable to even consider
that all those gems were genuine—with the exception of that first one, which
she knew was real since it had been hers.

“Do you like the gifts?” Trey asked.

“Yes. Very much.”

Damon smiled and ran his flattened hand over her hair again.
“Then that’s all that matters.”

“But like I said, it isn’t just the presents. Or the magic
tricks. It’s this…” She motioned to the two of them. “The way you planned
everything and make me feel so special, like I’m the last woman on earth and
you’re both going to make sure I never experience a moment of longing or
uncertainty or loneliness again. I’d swear…” She swallowed the words that sat
on the tip of her tongue, unwilling to utter them, afraid if she did the magic
of the moment would be lost.

There was nothing that could change reality, as much as she
wanted, or even as much as it seemed Trey and Damon might want to. They were
going to leave. Tomorrow night. Their time together was almost over.

Oh shoot, her mind was heading into a dark place again.
“Please, no more talking. We’re running out of time.”

Damon pressed his index finger to her lips. “Yes, no more
talking.” He lifted that finger to his mouth, swirled his tongue around the tip
and then teased her nipple with it.

Trey bent over, lapped at the other one. They licked and
stroked and teased and tormented until she had to squeeze her eyes closed and
her world narrowed to a pinpoint of light. Hands. Mouths. Touches, nips and
kisses. Pinches and strokes. They mapped every inch of her quivering body, from
her earlobes to the soles of her feet.

Burning up. So tight.

The air was too thin. The room too hot, not cold. The passion
that had banked to a low simmer reignited again, flaring hotter than ever.

And still her pussy was empty. They didn’t offer any relief,
not from a finger, a dildo, nothing.

“Please, Damon. Both of you,” she begged, over and over. She
didn’t know how many times she’d said it.

One of them sat behind her, lifted her shoulders off the
mattress and slipped their body beneath hers. Damon. “Okay, beautiful. We can
try if you want.”

Her legs draped over Damon’s legs, her feet resting on the
mattress on either side of his ankles. His hard body supported her, cradled
her, as he slowly pushed up into an incline with her sitting on his lap,
reclined against his upper body.

Trey knelt at Damon’s legs, caressed her feet, her calves,
her thighs. He pressed against her inner thighs, pushing them apart. Wider,
wider.

Yes, oh yes, he was finally going to touch her pussy. Her
womb spasmed as anticipation whipped through her body.

“You’ve never taken a man in the ass,” Damon murmured
against her cheek.

“No, I haven’t, but I’ve been practicing. With a dildo. I
wanted this last time to be special and this is something I’ve always wanted to
try with you two. Not with anyone but you.”

Trey took up the lube and applied some to his fingers.
“Let’s see how ready you are.” He traced those moistened fingertips from her
pussy down to her anus. He pushed, gently.

Her first instinct was to tighten up, but the nights of
practicing had taught her how to overcome instinct and relax, allowing the tip
of his finger to slip inside. Then it was a matter of remaining relaxed as he
gently massaged and stretched, testing her to see how much girth she could
take.

He was big, slightly larger than the dildo she’d been using
the past couple of weeks. There was a small chance she wouldn’t be able to
handle it. But her need to be possessed by both these men at the same time, to
have them come to her together, as two equals, two parts of a whole, was
somehow absolutely necessary right now. She couldn’t explain it, not even to
herself.

“She’s a little tight,” Trey said, inserting a second
finger.

“You’ve been practicing? For us?” Damon murmured into her
ear. “Why? What made you think we wanted this?”

She answered, “I didn’t know. I hoped you would. I…need you
both. ”

Trey scissored his fingers, stretching her more, almost to
the point of sharp pain. The torment was almost too much to bear. The way his
fingers glided in and out of her bottom, filling her for a moment, only to
cruelly withdraw. The swirling, rippling need inside her gathered in her
center, gaining strength like a summer storm. Jolts of electricity arced from
the axis out, like spokes on a wheel.

Her pussy.

She shuddered, her muscles alternately tightening and
relaxing as more throbbing need shot to her center. “Please,” she whispered.

Trey’s fingers withdrew, and she gave a little mewl of
protest. And then strong hands gripped her hips.

“Brace your feet on the bed,” Damon said. “Spread your
legs.”

Oh God, yes! He was going to do it, or at least try. She
gleefully spread her legs as wide as she could, relaxing back against his bulk
again when Trey bent low and started teasing her burning pussy with his hand
and mouth. Slow, long drags of his tongue, followed by short, hard flicks over
her clit. He added two fingers to the mix, and she felt like she was about to
come apart, just explode into a million pieces of glittering, sparkling light.

“Now, baby,” Damon said, lifting up on her hips.

Her legs were soft as molten marshmallows, as wobbly as
they’d ever been. But Trey helped her from the front, Damon from behind.
Supported by her shaking legs and Trey’s not-shaking arms, she waited as Damon
rolled on a rubber and smoothed some lube over his cock and around her anus.
And then she eased down on him, taking him inside.

Stretching. Burning. It was almost too much. But oh, the
delicious fullness. It was so much better than the toy.

With the support of both guys, she managed to lie back again
with Damon’s cock still buried deep in her ass. Now all she needed was Trey.
She prayed it wouldn’t take him long, because she was at the cusp, the glorious
sensation of Damon’s cock sliding a little in and out, stirring up those storm
clouds to huge heights.

This wasn’t going to be just another climax. This was going
to be the climax of a lifetime, the one she’d never forget.

Trey finished up his preparations, a condom and a little
lube, and he applied some jelly to her clit as well, lifted her legs and
positioned himself at her entry.

She cried when he entered her. Not because it hurt. But because
she finally had what she’d been searching for. What her body had been screaming
for.

Possessed by two men. By the only two men in the world she
might ever love. Talk about magic.

They coordinated their movements as one, gliding in and out
of her body, bringing her closer, closer to that pinnacle with every thrust.
They lavished attention over her breasts, plucked at her nipples until they
ached, blew tickly streams of air in her ear until she shivered, stroked her
clit until she was trembling.

She soared toward completion too swiftly, and yet her body
pushed to go faster.

Harder they thrust. Yes, so much better. She was getting
tight all over, hot. Desperate. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just. Needed.
Release.

Oh yes. It was…there.

Her climax felt like an enormous wave of hot water rolling
over her body. She tingled everywhere. Her scalp, chest, stomach, feet. Her
pussy and ass spasmed around two thick, hard cocks.

The guys groaned, thrust harder, faster, making more and
more waves splash over her body, up from her stomach to her head, down to her
toes. They came too. Both of them. Growling, groaning, their breaths bursting
from their bodies in short puffs. Damon’s skin was slick beneath her, her body
gliding and sliding over his as he rocked his hips up and down. Driving his
cock inside, faster, harder, until his orgasm ended.

There was a collective sigh.

Twitching all over, she whimpered when both guys withdrew
from her. They peeled off the rubbers, discarded them, then lay on either side
of her.

She didn’t want to leave. Couldn’t leave yet. This was
heaven. This was where she belonged, and there wasn’t much time left. She
wanted to say to hell with her job, with everything. If they asked her, she’d
do it. For them.

She wanted them to ask her. Desperately.

* * * * *

Later that night, as she lay in her bed, at home, alone, she
made a decision. She’d tell Damon and Trey everything. That was what they
wanted. All her secrets laid bare. She knew it. Even if it might pile more
guilt on Damon. He’d rather know everything than learn she’d lied to protect
him.

After all they’d done for her, giving him this last gift was
the least she owed them.

* * * * *

Tonight was the last night, and Blair couldn’t pretend to be
okay with this any longer. Couldn’t lie to herself or comfort herself with the
knowledge that she still had time to come to terms with Damon and Trey saying
goodbye.

Oh God, she felt sick.

Just like she did every night, she shaved and plucked and
primped for them. Made herself look as beautiful as she could. Sadly, no matter
how hard she tried, there was nothing she could do about the red eyes or
hideous blotches marring her complexion. Crying made her ugly.

Finally, she gave up, headed to her car and drove to the
warehouse in silence. Her heart weighed a ton, dragging her down, stealing all
her energy. Slowly, she walked up to the door. As always, the reception area
was dark and quiet. Picking up speed, she rushed to the back, opened the door.

Total silence. Complete darkness.

Her heart stopped. The air flew from her lungs in a hard
huff.

Oh God, had she misunderstood? Was last night the final
night? They’d never actually talked about tonight. She hadn’t thought to
double-check.

“Trey? Damon?”

In the next blink, there was a scarlet circle of light on
the floor, illuminating two beautiful—absolutely terrifying—black panthers. One
of them opened its mouth, giving a snarl, white teeth flashing.

Blair stood transfixed, both scared and intrigued. She
remembered the first night, the black panther. She’d run and missed the
illusion. Tonight, she’d watch.

The snarling one pawed at the air. The other started licking
its shoulder. They reminded her of Damon and Trey. Damon, the aggressor, the
predator. Trey the quiet and content one. She smiled.

And then in a flash of white light they were gone, and Damon
stood where the aggressive cat had been. Trey in the place of the quiet one.
She rushed to them, threw herself into their outstretched arms and didn’t even
try to pretend she was happy.

How could she go on with life without these two? In such a
short time they’d become everything to her all over again. The reason she woke
up every morning. The last thing she thought about as she fell asleep.

They sandwiched her between them, whispered sweet words to
her. Trey cupped her chin in his hand and lifted. “What’s wrong? Why are you
crying?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked, sniffling. “Tonight’s the
last night. Did you expect me to be jumping for joy?”

“Not really. But maybe I didn’t expect this either.” He
glanced at Damon then took her hand and led her toward the front of the
warehouse, out to the reception area.

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