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  replaced with one single thought:

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  I just stare.

  "You're…" My voice drifts off as my breath hitches in my throat. "Um… huge."

  Everywhere.

  They're both massive - walls of rippling muscle, defined abs, and… the biggest, hardest cocks I've ever seen. When they begin to slowly stroke those cocks right in front of me, my face warms and the throbbing between my legs reminds me of what I want.

  "Well, I'm bigger," Aiden says.

  "Really? You fucking think so?" Noah challenges him.

  “Maybe we should let Grace decide,” Aiden responds, his eyes on mine. He gives me a cocky smile. “What do you think?”

  Think? There’s no thinking going on right now because all of the blood in my brain has shifted downward. I think my IQ has dropped significantly, rendering me stupid and incapable of forming a complete thought, let alone articulating a coherent sentence. “I think…” My voice drifts off as I summon the courage and words to say exactly what I think. “I want…”

  “Don’t tell me you’re speechless,” Noah teases.

  “Yeah, I want to hear that pretty little mouth of yours describe exactly what you want,” Aiden chimes in.

  Noah groans, his hand running down his length. “So do I.”

  “I want… your cocks.” I pause, exhaling and then taking a deep, slow breath before I continue. My heart races wildly in my chest. Okay, I’m going to say it. “I want your cocks. In. My. Mouth.” I gulp a deep breath between each word not because I’m trying to be emphatic, but because I’m trying to maintain my courage. “I want to taste both of you.”

  For a second, they just stand there unmoving – both of them staring at me, their hands on their dicks.

  Shit. Did I say the wrong thing?

  “Okay. This wasn’t the exact reaction I was hoping for."

  Aiden swears under his breath, something unintelligible.

  “Holy fuck, that mouth,” Noah says. “Are you sure?”

  Am I sure?

  I’m about to get on my knees and put my mouth on the cocks of two football players. No, I’m not fucking sure. I think I might be temporarily insane – or hell, permanently insane.

  I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes. I’m sure.”

  “Grace,” Aiden says, his voice low in his throat. He kisses me softly, and I taste a hint of me still on his lips. His gentle kiss is followed by Noah’s powerful one, each distinct and sexy in their own way.

  I slide my palms over their chests and down their abs until I reach their cocks. I kneel in front of them, taking their cocks in my hands.

  "Fuck," Noah groans. "Keep stroking me just like that."

  When Aiden moans, it’s all the encouragement I need. “I’d rather have you between my lips.”

  “Shit, Grace, you have such a filthy little mouth,” Aiden says.

  New Grace seems to have taken Old Grace's inhibitions and thrown them out the window. New Grace is dirty as hell. I smile at Aiden, taking his cock in my hand and licking it from base to tip. Then I do the same to Noah. “That’s right,” I agree. “And I want you to fuck my filthy little mouth.”

  “You keep talking like that,” Noah starts, his voice faltering as I put my lips around the head of his cock, “and doing what you’re doing, and I’m going to come in that filthy mouth of yours.”

  “We both will,” Aiden says.

  My core throbs its response. Why does the prospect of taking both of them – tasting both of them – make my body respond the way it does?

  “Promise?” I ask.

  Both of them growl. Literally. Like animals.

  I’ve never watched porn before, but I feel like a porn star kneeling with two men’s rock-hard cocks in my hands – like I’m sexy, and powerful, and in control. My hand gripping Noah’s shaft, I turn to the side, touching my tongue to the tip of Aiden’s dick and tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum where it beads.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” Aiden says, looking at me with half-lidded eyes.

  Lightly stroking Noah, I wrap my lips around Aiden's cock. I suck, taking him deeper for a few strokes, teasing him by pulling away to direct my oral attention to Noah. I alternate back and forth, taking each man in and savoring the differences between the way their cocks feel in my mouth and the way their wetness tastes on my tongue.

  When I close my eyes for a moment, Noah orders me to open them. “Look at me, Grace. Look at us. We want to see you.”

  So I do. My eyes don't leave theirs, the connection with each of them intensifying as I quickly find a rhythm. Their hands tangle in my hair – Noah's grasp firm, Aiden's more gentle. Everything about this should feel wrong.

  Except it doesn’t.

  They talk to me the entire time, telling me how wet and warm and tight my mouth is, how it feels when my tongue flicks their dicks, how they want me to swallow them deeper and deeper. The throbbing between my legs intensifies in response to their dirty talk until I’m moaning as I suck them, my entire body turned on by the act of pleasuring both men at the same time. My nipples are erect, begging for attention, my clit so swollen that I can barely keep from touching myself.

  “It’s like your sweet little mouth was made for us,” Aiden says, his hand caressing my face as I move down his shaft.

  "It was made for both of us," Noah growls when I turn to him. His fingers entwine in my hair as he fucks my mouth, his movements less gentle than Aiden's, and I think he's starting to lose control.

  I think I might like it.

  When I take my attention away from him, substituting my hand for my lips as I turn to Aiden, Noah lets out a long, frustrated groan. "Your mouth is heaven."

  "Did you think about this, Grace?" Aiden asks, his eyes searching mine. "Did you think about sucking both of our cocks when you touched yourself?"

  I pull away to answer, stroking each of them in my hands, their cocks well-lubricated by my saliva and their pre-cum. "Yes," I answer, breathless from my own arousal.

  Right now, I want them so badly I can hardly think about anything else but the incessant throbbing between my legs. Right now, I want to jerk them off until they come all over me. Right now, I want to swallow them whole.

  "Knowing you have both of us in the palms of your hands makes you wet, doesn't it?" Noah asks. "We're at your mercy and you love it."

  Fuck. “Yes.”

  Aiden groans loudly, and I think he might explode as I stroke him. But Noah growls, taking my hand away. "Slide your fingers between your legs right now.”

  "Show us how wet you are, sugar," Aiden agrees. He takes over for me, his cock in his hand, watching me.

  I already know how wet I am.

  But now I show them. Slipping my fingers between my legs, I coat them with my slickness and hold them up so they can see. "I’m… really wet.”

  I'm turned on by the fact that these two men are standing over me jerking themselves off. I'm not sure who I am right now.

  “Have you ever touched yourself in front of two men before?” Noah asks.

  “I think you already know the answer to that question," I reply. "I’ve never done it in front of one person, let alone two."

  “Oh, hell,” Aiden groans.

  “Slide your fingers between your legs, Grace. I want to see you touch yourself. Show us how you touched yourself when you were thinking about us,” Noah orders.

  So I do. With one hand braced against Noah's muscular thigh, I press my fingers against my clit as I watch both of them stroke their cocks above me. Their expressions are already strained and I know they must be close to exploding.

  I want to taste them when they do.

  The thought makes me even hotter.

  “Fuck yourself with your fingers,” Aiden says, as if he can read my mind and my desires.

  Whimpering, I do exactly that. My pussy is slick and my fingers slip easily inside. I can’t suppress the moan that escapes my lips as I press the palm of my hand against my clit.