Dinner Is Served

The key turned in the lock, and Michelle’s heart hammered against her ribs. She’d spent the afternoon preparing—the slow-simmered sauce, the handmade pasta, the chilled wine. But the real meal was her.
She stood beside the kitchen table, the scent of garlic and basil hanging thick in the air. Her apron was tied neatly over the black lace of her bra, the garter straps cutting into the soft flesh of her thighs. Her heels made her taller, prouder, though her pulse was anything but steady.
The door swung open. Justin entered first, his blue eyes dark with travel and immediate hunger. Matt followed, quieter, his gaze sliding over her like a touch.
“Welcome home,” she said, her voice a little breathless.
Justin dropped his bag, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Look at this,” he murmured, stepping closer. His thumb brushed her lower lip. “Missed this mouth.”
Matt came up behind her, his hands settling on her hips. “Missed all of this,” he said, his voice low and rough against her ear.
Justin’s fingers hooked into the apron strings, tugging gently. “You made dinner, baby?”
“For you,” she whispered. “Whatever you want.”
“We know,” Justin said. His eyes locked with Matt’s over her shoulder. “We’re starting right here.”
He guided her forward, bending her over the sturdy wooden table. The edge pressed into her stomach. Matt’s hands slid up her stockings, unhooking the garters with practiced ease.
“Such a good girl,” Justin growled, his palm coming down on her ass with a sharp, stinging slap. “Waiting for us. Dressing for us.”
Michelle moaned, arching into the touch, into the humiliation and the praise. Justin’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back.
“Open,” he commanded.
She did, and he fed her his cock, her lips stretching, her throat working. Behind her, Matt pushed her lace panties aside, his tongue finding her wet and ready. She was pinned between them, used and worshipped, as they took what they’d been dreaming of all week. Dinner could wait.

Chapter 2

Matt growled against her, his tongue driving deeper, lapping up the evidence of her desperation. Michelle cried out around Justin’s cock, the vibration earning a low groan from him as his fingers tightened in her hair.
Justin pulled back, his cock glistening with her spit. “My turn to taste,” he commanded,his voice hoarse. “Switch.”
In a fluid, practiced motion, they swapped places. Matt guided his length into her waiting mouth while Justin dropped to his knees behind her. He didn’t tease. He buried his face between her ass cheeks, his tongue finding her clit with ruthless precision.
“Fuck, Justin,” Matt gasped, his hips bucking forward as Michelle took him deep. “Her mouth… so fucking good.”
“I know,” Justin muttered, his words muffled against her skin. “This pussy is begging for it. Soaked for us.” He slid two fingers inside her, curling them, and Michelle screamed around Matt’s cock, her body convulsing.
“You gonna come already, you greedy girl?” Justin taunted,slapping her ass sharply. The sting mixed with the bliss of his fingers. “Not yet. You don’t get to come until we’re both inside you.”
Michelle whimpered, a plea and a promise. Matt pulled out, his cock tapping her lips. “Tell us what you want, Shell.”
“I want you both,” she panted, her voice wrecked. “Please. I need it.”
“How?” Justin demanded, rising to his feet, his hard cock pressing against her lower back.
“You in my pussy,” she moaned, twisting her head to look at him. “And Matt… in my ass.”
“Fuck yes,” Matt breathed, his eyes dark with lust.
Justin lined himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against her entrance. “You ready to take us? To be our perfect little fucktoy?”
“Yes! Please, Justin, please fuck me.”
He drove into her with one powerful thrust, filling her completely. She cried out as Matt positioned himself behind, his fingers slicking himself with her wetness. The pressure was immense, staggering, as he pushed slowly, inexorably, into her tight rear channel. She was stretched, owned, impaled between them.
They found a rhythm, a brutal, perfect syncopation that shook the table. Justin’s thrusts were deep and claiming, while Matt’s were sharper, hitting a spot that made her see stars.
“I’m gonna come,” Justin grunted, his pace turning frantic.
“Me too,” Matt rasped. “Come with us, Michelle. Now.”
The command shattered her. Her orgasm exploded, a white-hot wave that seized her entire body. Justin roared as he emptied himself deep inside her, his pulses matching her contractions. A moment later, Matt groaned, his own release hot and filling as he collapsed against her back.
They stayed like that for a long moment, a tangled, breathless heap of spent limbs and sweat-slicked skin. Justin was the first to move, pulling out gently and turning her in his arms. He kissed her forehead, then her swollen lips.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft now. “Our perfect girl.”
Matt kissed her shoulder, his hand stroking her hip. “Dinner was incredible.”
Michelle smiled, utterly boneless and content, nestled between her men. The kitchen was a mess, the food was cold, and everything was absolutely perfect.