Blitzed(105)

"Oh no, now the talk happens," Francois jokingly groaned. Since our talk on the beach, he'd been back to his normal wisecracking self, lacing our conversation with sarcasm and humor that offset Felix's earnestness. As the day went on, I came to understand more and more just how much these two handsome men were growing on me.

"Can it, Francois," I said, but not without a smile. I sat down on the bed and looked at the two. "We're in a unique situation, you know."

"Considering our family history, I think we might be used to that," Felix answered. "But go ahead."

"Okay, then for my benefit, I need to say something. If only to get it straight in my head," I replied. "For the past week, I've found myself attracted to both of you. You two both know to what extent, and, to be honest, Felix, I've felt a bit guilty about that."

"There’s no rush," he replied. “If it happens, it happens.”

“It will," I said. Reaching for the top button on my blouse, I undid it slowly. “I’m going to be very, very greedy right now."

"How so?" Francois asked, his eyes following my fingers.

"I want both of you, and I want both of you at the same time," I said. "However that works out, I don't know, I've never done this before. But I want you both."

They exchanged a glance and communicated without saying a word. I got off the bed and shrugged off my blouse, stepping in between the two, tugging at the waistband of their shorts. "Come on boys, you can set your rivalry aside for a night, can't you?"

I turned to Felix, kissing him lightly before breaking the kiss and turning to Francois, giving him a kiss as well. I'd never done anything like it before. It crossed my mind a time or two, but I just figured it’d always remain a fantasy. I felt powerful and flushed with desire at the same time. Felix cupped my right breast while Francois's hand stroked my back to cup my ass. I traded kisses between both men as I backed up to the bed, sitting down with a plop. "Now, one more thing."

"What?" Felix asked, kneeling. He was surprised when I pushed him up and off the bed.

"I've been imagining both of you naked for going on damn near a week. It’s about time I see it. The closest I’ve really got is Francois charging through the forest like some shirtless Canadian mountain man or something. So that's it, I'm not putting up with that any longer. No matter if you've got a giant mole next to your balls or the hairiest ass in Mexico, you two are stripping for me right now. I want to see what the Hardy Boys look like au naturel."

"Please never call us that," Felix groaned. "I hate that nickname. Corny children's novels and professional wrestlers are our curse."

"I hate the nickname too," Francois said, laughing. "All right, but if you expect me to do anything with my brother, you’re going to be disappointed.”

"No, nothing like that," I said with a laugh.

Francois and Felix both stripped off their shirts and shoes, leaving them in their shorts, Felix in the khaki, almost preppy-looking pair he'd been wearing while Francois was wearing distressed cotton cargo shorts. They looked at each other again, and at the same time unsnapped and pushed their pants off, stunning me with what came to view.

Francois hung thick and heavy, half erect and wagging with the slight shake of his leg as he finished kicking off his shorts. His muscles were beautiful, his chest lightly haired while his legs had a light covering.

Felix was bulkier, but it was all muscle. If Francois was a Greek idol, an Apollo in dark hair, Felix was his Roman counterpart, larger but no less sexy. He was more seductively hedonistic, powerful and commanding. His muscles were heavier, rounder, the twenty extra pounds all in lean form. “Jordan?”

I swallowed to wet my throat, realizing I'd been staring, and smiled, playing along with the little impromptu game we'd been doing. If they wanted to let me pretend that I was controlling this in any way, I would be happy to oblige. "Turn around for me. I can't be with two men who lack a decent ass."

They turned around, and I had to marvel again at the development they showed. Besides a very nice pert bubble butt, both were built wonderfully, until I saw the thick scars that crossed Felix's back like a gigantic X, going from shoulder to hip on both sides. "Felix, what is that?"

"Some kings wear a crown," Felix said, looking over his shoulder at me, his dark eyes filled with desire and emotion. "Some have their birthright etched on their flesh by rod and lash."

I slid to the edge of the bed and reached forward, tracing scars with my finger. Tears blurred my vision as I thought of such pain being inflicted on him, until I realized he was proud to carry those scars. Leaning in, I kissed them where they crossed, then playfully smacked him on the ass. "Good. You pass inspection. Francois, your turn."

I started at his lower back, tracing my fingernails over the lines of definition in his muscles, kissing up his spine to nuzzle at his neck. I found his neck and nipped, causing him to jump. "Maybe you should get some scars too," I whispered in his ear, licking the lobe. "Say, fingernails?"

He moaned and tilted his head away to let me suck on the soft skin there while I reached around to grip his now iron-hard cock and pumped it slowly. "Mmm, now this I have to taste."

Sitting back on the bed, I untied the string on the side of my skirt that was keeping it closed and pushed it down my hips, leaving me in just my bra and panties. I rested my hands on my hips, a naughty smirk on my face. "Well?"