One Crazy Night

by Madison Quinn

Be warned this is not a story for everyone... Ana lets go of all her ambitions for one night. She says screw it and throws caution into the wind while dealing with the grief of losing her mother. One night to just let everything go. One night that changes everything. One night that involves far more than she ever imagined. Who says one night has to be limited to only two people?

1. Chapter 1

Author's Note: Republishing some of my previously removed stories. These will remain largely unedited. As the description says this story is not for everyone. If you read this story previously, this version will have two ends. You can choose to read the original ending or read a new version and decide which ending you prefer.

Copyright Madison Quinn 2019

All characters belong to E.L. James

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay another week?" Kate asks.

"No, I'm fine, I swear," I hug her blinking away the tears that are threatening to fall. "You already pushed back your start date at your new job once, I can't ask you to do that again for me."

"If you needed me, I would Ana, you know that."

"I know. But seriously, I'm fine. The funeral was the hardest part. I just need to sort through the rest of the stuff at the house and make arrangements with the realtor to put it on the market."

"We can hire someone to do that if you want."

"I know," she's mentioned it a few times, even offering to pay for it. "I might do that for furniture and stuff but I feel like I need to go through her personal belongings."

"If I can help at all Ana, you just call me and I'll jump on the next plane."

"I will, I promise. Now, you need to get going before you miss your flight."

"Take care of yourself Ana. There's still another bottle of wine left in the kitchen that we didn't finish; there's nothing wrong with having a couple of glasses when you're sorting through everything. And if you need a break, take it. Maybe do something for yourself. Go out, find a club and go dancing or find a hot guy with to make out with. Just…take care of you."

"I will."

"I'll see you in a week," Kate hugs me tight one last time before getting in line for her flight.

I slowly walk out of the airport and drive the short distance back to my mom's house. It's quiet…too quiet. This house isn't my home; it's not where I grew up but it's still sad to know that in a few months someone else will be living here. I couldn't have gotten through the last week without Kate. When the call came from the police department, Kate does what she does best – she took charge. I don't think I've ever been more grateful for her than I was in that moment. She arranged….well nearly everything. She made decisions when I couldn't.

My mother and I weren't close, but she was the only family I had. We didn't talk nearly as often as we probably should have and I only saw her once a year or so, but her suddenly not in my life was just something I couldn't wrap my head around. As I sit at her kitchen table sorting through the pile of papers that Kate found under her bed yesterday, I still expect her to walk through the front door apologizing for being late and not picking me up at the airport because she lost track of time as she always does. But the door never opens; no one met Kate and I at the airport when we arrived a week ago.

6 days later

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow!" Kate exclaims.

"I'm more than ready to be back in Seattle," in so many ways.

"When does the house go on the market?"

"Next week. The realtor is arranging for a cleaning company to come in later this week; most of the furniture is staying to stage the house but she's arranged the disposable of a few items to declutter the house."

"That's great Ana."

"It's a lot less for me to deal with, so I'm good with that. I went through all the important items; everything else is just stuff. I shipped a few boxes to the apartment; I think they're supposed to arrive today-"

"They came yesterday. I stacked them in your closet; I wasn't sure what you wanted to do with it."

"I'm not sure either; it's mostly childhood photos and mementos but it felt wrong throwing it away."

"I think we all have those boxes."

"You should go out and have some fun tonight Ana," Kate says after a few minutes of silence. "After everything you've been through in the last 2 weeks you deserve it."

"I don't know, I'm not one for going out by myself you know that."

"You're in a city where you know no one; you don't need to worry about what anyone thinks because you'll never see them again. Go out, have a few drinks and forget everything even just for a couple of hours."

"Maybe."

"Just be sure you have cash for a cab or Uber and don't leave your drink anywhere even to go to the bathroom. If you do just buy a new one. Unless you see the bartender make you a drink, don't let anyone buy you a drink."

"Yes mom," I giggle at her overprotectiveness which is so unlike Kate. I'm usually the one who cuts her off when she's had too much or takes care of her when she's sick. She's not the motherly type at all.

"I'm serious Ana; go have some fun tonight. Tomorrow you'll be back in Seattle, back to job hunting and you'll have the same excuses you always have about why you can't just let go. Do it tonight; forget everything that's happened even if it's only for a few hours."

"Maybe I will," I surprise myself by actually considering what she's suggesting.

"Yeah! Then you can tell me all about the hot guys that Georgia has that Seattle doesn't."

"I'll see you tomorrow Kate. Thank you again-"

"Stop thanking me Ana. It's the least I could do; I'll see you tomorrow."

I spend the next few hours pack and going through the final boxes that were left before flopping down on the bed that I've slept in for the last two weeks. Glancing at my phone, I'm surprised to see that it's almost 10pm. I should go to sleep, but the coffee I had a couple of hours ago says that sleep is not going to happen easily tonight. And just like that I decide I'm going to take Kate's advice; I'm going to go out tonight….alone. Kate's right; I just need to forget everything that's happened even if it's only for a couple of hours.

I take the quickest shower ever, washing the dust and grime off of me from spending the last several days going through my mom's attic and closets. When I finish, I stand in front of my suitcase hoping something will magically appear that would be appropriate to go out in tonight. I was undecided on what to wear for the funeral before we left Seattle, so Kate had thrown a few in for me. I can't wear the one I wore the funeral…I'm not sure I'll ever be able to wear that dress and not think of her casket being lowered into the ground.

I shake my head, realizing Kate is right; I need to forget about the past two weeks even if it's only for a few hours. I settle on a black flared skirt that falls just above my knees along with a pink v neck top. It's not super dressy but it works. I quickly add a few curls to my straight hair before applying some make up. Using my phone I find a club about 15 minutes from the house which has a lot of positive reviews and decide that's where I'm heading tonight. I decide my goal tonight is to drink a lot and have fun; I have the number of the cab company programed into my phone and have extra cash on me just in case. I throw on a pair of slip on sandals and head out to wait for the cab I called. Surprisingly I'm not nervous about going out by myself; what Kate said is true, I'll never be in Georgia again so it doesn't matter if people think I'm silly for being in a club by myself.

I'm surprised at how busy the club is when the cab drops me off. There's a small line outside to get in, but once you do get in the place is packed. There's a large dance floor set up in the middle of the room, a few small bars to order drinks from and a bunch of small tables where people are standing and drinking. The tables are all busy, so I decide to head over to one of the bars in the corner that has a few empty seats. I order a fruity drink that I had when I was out with Kate once and turn to watch everyone on the dance floor. A couple of drinks later, I'm on the dance floor surprisingly dancing by myself. I close my eyes and lose myself in the music; there's something about dancing that I find relaxes me.

When I feel someone's hands on my hips, I nearly jump. I take a couple of steps forward, putting some distance between us figuring it would get the hint. But within a couple of seconds, I feel a hand on my hip again.

"Excuse me," I say turning around. "I'd appreciate if you kept your hands to yourself."

"Honey, in that skirt I can't pos….possibly keep my hands off of you," he takes another step forward just as I take a step back. He's swaying and definitely not from the music. I go to turn around, intent on going back over to the bar and giving up the plan of dancing when I walk right into a wall. I look up to realize I didn't hit an actual wall, only one of solid muscle.

"I believe the lady made it clear she wasn't interested," the tall man with copper hair says.

"She…sure looked interested to me," the other man grunts eying my outfit which I don't understand because there are girls in here wearing tighter and shorter skirts than I am. Hell I have less skin showing than the majority of the girls in here. Not that my outfit or anyone else's justifies his actions, but the way he's looking at me makes me feel like I'm not wearing anything.

"She isn't," the tall man says again. "Back off."

"Whatever…she aint worth the trouble anyway," the guy wisely turns and walks away.

"Are you okay?" the tall guy asks.

"Yes, thank you."

"My friend and I were watching you dance," he nods to another tall muscular man with dark hair next to him that I hadn't even realized was there. "when we saw that dirtbag approach you. When he didn't get the hint, we decided he needed a little help understanding what you were telling him."

"Thank you both," I feel the tension slowly leave my body that I wasn't even aware I was still holding on to.

"How about we buy you a drink?" the guy with dark hair suggests.

"You don't have to-"

"We want to," the guy with the copper hair says.

"I…I suppose I could use another drink," I agree and follow them to the bar where thankfully there are a few open stools. We take a seat and each give the bartender our order; it only takes a few seconds for the beers and my fruit drink to appear in front of us. The man with the copper hair slides cash to the bartender before I can even take out my cash.

"I'm Ana," I suddenly announce realizing I have no idea the names of the guys who came to my rescue.

"Christian," the cooper hair one says.

"Taylor," the one with dark hair adds.

I feel so tiny next to these two; not only are they all but they're both…built. Not like a body builder built, but it's obvious they both know their way around the gym.

"Are you from Georgia Ana?" Taylor asks.

"No, I'm here….taking care of a few things," I refuse to let my mind go there. "What about you two?"

"Just on a stop over," Christian says.

"We just finished four years in the Air Force; we're deciding if we're going to resign or become civilians again," Taylor adds.

"In Georgia?" I giggle. "I would've thought you would go to somewhere more….appealing than Georgia to sole search. Or maybe better than this area of Georgia, there's nothing really here."

"You're definitely right, there's not much here," Christian chuckles.

"We're sort of on a road trip," Taylor explains. "We rented a car, threw our bags in the trunk and decided to just drive. We have another week or so until we need to make our decision."

"Have you two known each other long?" I ask.

"We met at basic and were stationed together," Christian answers.

"Haven't been able to get rid of him since," Taylor grunts.

"Shots? Anyone wants shots?" a waitress comes around asking.

"You guys want one?" Christian asks.

"Sure," I've never done a shot, but what the hell.

"I'm in," Taylor adds.

Once again Christian hands over the cash and buys us each these red shots that are in…test tubes or at least that's what they remind me of. We click our tubes together and each swallow the liquor in one quick shot. It burns going down but actually tastes pretty good.

"Another?" Taylors ask.

Christian and I both agree; a few seconds later we're slamming down our second shots. We sit and chat for I have no idea how long; we all drink either beers (them), fruity drinks (obviously me) or shots. I get the impression that Taylor and Christian both saw some things when they were deployed that they are trying to forget. They're vague about their service time even though I try not to ask any questions. Like me, I'm sure they sense that I'm trying to forget a few things by being here tonight. I don't know whether it's them or the alcohol, but I've never felt so comfortable with two complete strangers before. The conversation flows easily between us as if we're old friends catching up. I learn that Christian is originally from Seattle and oddly enough has family not far from where Kate and I live. Taylor is from California but moved around a lot as a child but it's obvious he would prefer not to talk about his past.

"I think I'm ready to dance again," I decide when there's a lull in the conversation. I'm starting to feel tired and need to keep moving to stay awake. "You guys want to come along and keep any creepers away?"

"Creepers!?" Christian chuckles.

"We're happy to," Taylor quickly stands next to me as Christian joins on the other side.

I take both of their hands and lead them to the dance floor which is even more packed than it was when I was dancing earlier. I find a small area of open space towards the back of the dance floor and immediately start moving to the music. It's not the typical music I listen to, but it has a great beat to dance to. Christian is in front of me and Taylor is behind me; we dance like that through several songs, there's not much space between us but it's enough that no one is really touching.

Until suddenly Christian is pushed from behind into me, which pushes me into Taylor behind me. Taylor's arm immediately goes around my waist catching me so I don't fall; Christian's hands are on my arms also preventing me from falling. My hands immediately went to Christian's chest; I can feel his muscles under his shirt confirming my earlier thoughts.

"Hey!" Christian turns but there is no one behind him.

"Don't worry about it man," Taylor says. "Are you okay Ana?"

"Fine, let's just dance," I close my eyes and let myself fall back into the music.

Both guys are still close to me, neither of them having taken a step back to return to our previous spots. Taylor's arm slowly moves from around my waist, instead both of his hands fall lightly to my hips. When the next song starts it's a little slower, although still a dance song. With how close we are, our bodies are rubbing against each other as we dance. I have no idea how long we dance like that, but none of us move. We only stop when the waitress comes around offering shots again. We each do two more shots before falling back to our spots to dance. I definitely can feel the alcohol affecting me but I don't care; the alcohol is helping me forget everything which was my goal for tonight.

With a boldness I didn't know existed, I reach out and put my hands around Christian's neck pulling him against me. I'm practically sandwiched between two incredibly hot guys yet somehow we still manage to dance to the beat of the music.

"You're beautiful," Taylor whispers into my ear. His body is flush against mine so closely that I can feel just how our close dancing is affecting him.

"So fucking beautiful," Christian says before lifting my chin up with his finger so my eyes find his. His eyes go from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes clearly letting me know what his intention is. When I don't make any move to stop him, he leans down and takes my mouth in his. The kiss isn't soft or gentle, it's demanding and rough. His hand moves to my head, gently moving me to how he wants.

I gasp when I feel Taylor's lips brush against my neck; Christian takes advantage of my surprise, his tongue slips into me gently coaxing me until I once start to relax a little. Taylor's lips are soft as he teases me; he kisses, nibbles and even tastes me all while Christian explores my mouth.

I can't tell you how long we stay like that, both guys kissing me on the middle of the dance floor. To be honest though, I don't care. Whether it's the alcohol making me feel free or if it's what Kate pointed out about not knowing anyone in Georgia, I just enjoy the moment. When I feel a hand, Taylor's I think, slowly move up my side I instinctively adjust my stance giving him a little space to explore further. He takes full advantage, his hand slipping between me and Christian until his fingers expertly find my hardened nipple. I moan into Christian's mouth as the feeling goes right to my sex. I drop one of my hands, reaching back needing to touch Taylor understanding what I need he moves even closer to me allowing my hand to fall against his firm thigh.

There's no space between us; our bodies are pressed so tightly against each other than I feel how much each of them wants me. I've never felt so…wanted before as I do in that moment. I nearly lose it when Christian's fingers begin teasing my other nipple. I can tell the differences in their touch; Christian's touch is just like he kisses, demanding and rough. Taylor's touch is lighter, almost playful even. Being touched by both of them, sends all sorts of images to my mind of the three of us in bed together. Which is crazy especially considering I've only ever had sex with one person…not one person at a time but in my entire life I've only had sex with one person total. I wasn't wild in college the way Kate was; I focused on my studies and keeping my grades up so I didn't lose my scholarship. I lost my virginity right before I went to college with a guy from high school and it wasn't even that great. That sums up my sexual experience, yet right now I'm on the middle of a dance floor in Georgia making out with two men at the same time and picturing what it would be like to be in bed with both of them…together.

My thoughts are halted when the lights flicker on in the club, essentially blinding each of us. Christian pulls back slightly, rested his forehead against mine. Both guys have dropped their hands from my chest, although I don't need to look down to know that both of my nipples are still hardened.

"Want to get out of here?" Taylor whispers before he nips my ear.

"We're staying at a hotel a few minutes from here," Christian adds.

I nod, not trusting my voice right now and surprising myself by agreeing to go back to a hotel with both Christian and Taylor. It takes another couple of minutes before we decide to move from the dance floor, it's only then that I notice that we're one of the last people in the club. There's a few people at the bar finishing their drinks but no one else is on the dance floor. My face immediately heats up realizing that these people were likely watching us but then I remind myself that no one here knows who I am so it doesn't matter. I'm not going to have to worry about them seeing me again.

We step outside and immediately slide into a cab that was waiting at the curb for us. Just like on the dance floor, I'm again pressed between Christian and Taylor only this time they're both sitting next to me. Christian takes one of my hands and rests it on his thigh, while Taylor holds the other one. No one says a word, but the silence isn't uncomfortable. Just like at the club, I feel completely comfortable with both Christian and Taylor. I don't know why but I feel safe with them. After what feels like only a few minutes, the cab stops in front of a large hotel. Taylor steps out of the cab first, giving me his hand as I carefully step out keeping my legs closed as to not flash anyone. Christian slides out of the cab a second later; with my hand still in Taylor's he leads us into the hotel lobby bypassing the check in desk instead going straight for the elevators. The doors open immediately, the three of us stepping inside the otherwise empty elevator.

"I've been wanting to do this all night," Taylor says before pulling me against him. His arm wraps around my waist, pressing my chest against his just before he drops his head so until his lips find mine. While the kiss is soft, it's still full of need; I place my hands on his shoulders as my body relaxes into his. I lose myself in the kiss, only stopping when the elevator dings and the doors open.

We don't say a word as Christian leads us down the hall pausing only to slide the key into the door before holding it open for us. Before the door even closes, Taylor's lips are back on mine; he's exploring me just as Christian did in the club. I vaguely register the sound of the door closing and the lock engaging before I feel Christian's body against my back. His lips are on my neck, sucking and nibbling at my skin as his hands freely explore my body. I run my hands over Taylor's chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt he groans, taking another step closer to me until our bodies are pressed against each other.

"Do you want this Ana?" Christian whispers as his hands slip under my skirt.

"Yes," I moan.

"You sure?" Taylor asks.

"Yes."

"If you want to stop, you say so. Any time, you just say the word and we'll stop," Christian ensures.

"I know," and I do. It's crazy, I don't know them very well but I know that if I needed things to stop or slow down that they would do as I asked. I know that neither of them would take advantage of me. "I've never done this before…"

"Us either," Taylor says.

"We'll go at our own pace," Christian nibbles on my ear as his hands move up until he grasps my ass.

Taylor takes the hem of my shirt and with his eyes never leaving mine, he slips it over my head. His eyes drop to my chest; he groans as he takes in my black lace bra. It's nothing fancy but in that moment I'm glad I didn't put on the white cotton one that I had packed. Not to be out done, Christian slides the zipper down on the side of my skirt before pushing it down. It quickly falls to the floor and I'm left standing in a bra and thong.

"Fuck…you're beautiful," Christian says.

"Stunning," Taylor agrees.

Neither of them are touching me; I can feel their eyes moving over my body. It's Christian who makes the first move; he wraps an arm around my waist and quickly turns me around so I'm facing him. His lips crush against mine, in the demanding way that I have found is Christian and Christian alone. I slip my hands under his shirt, loving the way his muscles tense when I touch them. He growls as he rips his lips from mine to yank his shirt off. Before the shirt hits the floor, his lips are back on mine his tongue coaxing mine out. It's my turn to moan when I feel Taylor's bare chest against my back as he steps into me. Like on the dance floor, Taylor's lips are on my neck only this time we're all wearing a lot less clothing.

"I need these off," Taylor groans as he quickly unclasps my bra sliding it down my arms. His hands slip under the thin straps of my thong on my waist before pushing them down my legs. I step out of them when I feel them hit my ankles. Just like that, I'm standing naked between two men I barely know yet instead of embarrassing me it only turns me on further.

Feeling confident for the first time in probably my entire life, I reach between us and unbutton Christian's jeans. He moans against my mouth when I yank his jeans and underwear down.

"Take her, I need to get these off," Christian turns me to Taylor.

I don't get a chance to react before Taylor's lips are on mine and his now naked body is pressed against me. His erection is firm at my stomach; his hands roam over every inch of my body that he can reach while I do the same to him. I moan when I feel Christian's naked body pressed against my back, his erection also firm against me. Taylor's lips move from my mouth, down my neck and slowly make their way to my nipples just as Christian's mouth captures mine. Taylor teases my nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking it hard causing me to moan loudly into Christian.

Just when I think I can't take it any longer, Taylor abandons my nipple, before kissing his way down my stomach. He falls to his knees before me, taking my thighs in hands to open me for him. When Christian sucks my tongue into his mouth, I forget about Taylor…that is until he latches onto my clit.

"OH GOD!" I moan.

Christian's hands wrap around me, pulling me against his chest before teasing my nipples with his fingers. I've never had a guy's mouth on me like this; Taylor's tongue glides through my slit from my entrance to my clit stopping to suck on my clit whenever I least expect it.

"Fuck you taste amazing Ana," Taylor groans against me, the vibrations arousing me even more.

"I….I…." I've apparently lost my ability to speak.

"Are you going to come for Taylor, Ana? Because as soon as you come for him, I'm going to fuck you. You have no idea how badly I want you right now; it's taking everything in me not to come all over your ass when you rub against me. Watching you right now, at the brink of coming is so fucking hot," Christian whispers in my ear.

Taylor takes my clit into his mouth, sucking on is harder just as he slips his thick finger into me pressing forward hitting a spot I didn't know existed. I scream out, loudly, as the orgasm washes over me. My body goes limp when Taylor finally releases my clit. With Christian holding me up, Taylor places one of my legs over his shoulders opening me further up to him. His mouth is on me, lapping up the evidence of my orgasm. His tongue slips inside of me, intimately exploring me as I slowly come back to reality.

"That was…." I mumble, still not able to form the words.

"Yeah it was," Taylor chuckles against me before flicking my clit with his tongue causing me to moan.

"I need you," Christian quickly turns me towards him, his erection probing my sex as our bodies lined up perfectly. His lips are on mine, kissing me fiercely as his hands grasp my ass and hold me against him. His dick slips through my folds, rubbing against me as he guides us across the room. We had only made it as far as the entryway of the room before our clothes came off.

"You still want this?" Christian asks.

"God, yes," I moan.

Christian urges me to bend down, placing me on all fours before kneeling down behind me. I nearly jump when I feel his tongue tease my entrance.

"Don't go anywhere," he mumbles before I hear him stand up and walk away. I look up, taking in the dark room for the first time since we arrived. There's a small loveseat in front of me, behind us are two queen size beds. Before I get a chance to wonder where Taylor is, Christian is back behind me, his hands running up and down my back. When I hear the crinkle of a wrapper I realize the reason Christian left me a few minutes ago and I'm thankful because I don't know if I would have remembered a condom. I was too overwhelmed with need.

"You're sure?" Christian asks as he places himself against me.

"Yes, I'm sure," I assure him.

Christian reaches around, gently teasing my clit with his fingers as he pushes himself into me. I groan as my body stretches around him, it's a mixture of pain and pleasure as muscles that haven't been used in years protest the intrusion. Christian must sense my struggle as he increases the pressure on my clit while continuing to push forward.

"You okay?" he asks as I finally feel his balls against me.

"Yeah," I pant.

"When you're ready," his voice is strained and I can tell he's struggling not to move as my body adapts to him.

"You okay sweetie?" Taylor asks. I open my eyes to discover him kneeling next to me.

"Yeah, I'm good," and I am. My body relaxes, letting Christian slip further into me; he groans behind me as he hand rubs my back just before he pulls out slightly and slowly pushes back into me. Taylor leans down and kisses me, gentle and slow in the way that I've become to recognize as Taylor's way. Taylor slips away from me all too soon, but he doesn't go far, instead he sits down on the couch in front of us. He takes his throbbing dick in his hand, stroking it while keeping his eyes on me. Christian leans over my back, nipping at my ear just before he whispers to me.

"Do you want to suck him while I fuck you Ana?"

I nod, not caring that they both know what I want to do. Not caring that this is wrong on so many levels. Not caring that what I'm feeling is not normal. All I know is I want both of them; I want Christian and Taylor. I want their hands on me, my hands on them as we bring each other pleasure.

Christian wraps his arm around my waist, gently pulling me up so my back is now against him. He doesn't break our connection, as he gently urges me to move forward, closer to Taylor who's eyes are on my chest as my breasts bounce with every move. When I'm close enough, Taylor leans forward and kisses me gently before guiding me down to his dick which is just begging for attention. I barely take the head into my mouth when Christian pulls nearly completely out of me and thrusts fast into me. I moan around Taylor causing him to thrust into my mouth. With my hands on the couch next to him, I slowly lower my mouth onto Taylor, taking as much as I can into him. I look up to find Taylor's head resting on the back of the couch, his eyes closed as his breathing increase.

"Fuck you feel amazing Ana," Christian moans. "You're so fucking tight, I can feel your walls throbbing even through the condom."

I moan at Christian's words, the bluntness that is Christian nearly pushing me right over the edge. I don't know what it is, but when he talks like that to me it arouses me even further. I've never had a guy talk like that to me before and never knew that I would like something like that. Maybe it's the alcohol in me, but I have a feeling it's not. I think in their own ways, Christian and Taylor are both ruining me for any man in the future.

"You should feel her mouth, it's fucking amazing," Taylor moans. "So soft and I swear she doesn't have a gag reflex."

I moan listening to them both talk bluntly about my body.

"Oh fuck, she's gripping me," Christian groans.

"You like us talking dirty to you baby?" Taylor asks.

I moan in response, not admitting or denying the answer to that although I'm pretty sure the question was rhetorical. I'm so close, that all it takes is Christian pinching my clit to make me come. I scream out just before Taylor thrusts deeply into my mouth his dick hitting the back of my throat. Instinctively I swallow around him, allowing him to slip further into my throat. He holds me there as Christian continues thrusting hard in and out of my throbbing sex, fucking me right through my orgasm.

When Taylor loosens his grip on my head, I pull off resting my head on his thigh as I try to catch my breath. Taylor waits a few seconds before taking my hand and guiding it over his dick, clearly letting me know he isn't done. Christian's hands are firm on my hips, holding me as the thrusts hard into me, his balls bouncing against my sex each time he thrusts into me.

"You gonna come again for me Ana?" Christian groans. "I won't last much longer…"

"I…I…"

"Fuck Ana," he groans as my sex squeezes him tighter.

"Suck me baby," Taylor begs.

I take Taylor back into my mouth just as Christian's fingers resume their teasing of my clit only this time with more purpose. My knees are rubbing against the rug, guaranteeing I'll have rug burn on them in the morning but I don't care. Knowing that these two strong men are barely holding on makes it all worth it.

"You're so wet Ana, so fucking responsive," Christian groans. "It's like you were made for this."

And again, it's his words that bring the orgasm right to the surface. I scream around Taylor as my third orgasm in only a few minutes hits; I vaguely feel Christian plunge one last time deep into me before shouting out in his own release. I can feel the warmth of him through the condom, part of me disappointed that I'm not feeling the warmth inside of me instead of inside of the condom. Taylor's hand grips my hair, not pushing me, not directing me but I think more out of need. With my body still shuddering with the effects of the orgasm, I focus on Taylor sucking him with intent. When he urges me to take him deeply like I did before, I reach between us and fondle his balls. He immediately loses control and with one final push, he erupts in my mouth.

"As much as I don't want to move, I need to take care of this," Christian slowly pulls himself from my still throbbing sex and I immediately feel empty.

"Come here," Taylor stands offering me a hand. As soon as I'm on my feet, he picks up me and carries me to one of the beds.

"What-"

"Sleep," Christian says before climbing into bed next to me just as Taylor slips in on the other side. I'm in a huge comfortable bed, with two naked men that I just had sex with. Both of their heads are on the pillow next to mine. Christian's hand is wrapped around my waist, holding me to him while Taylor's hand is at my breast not teasing me but caressing me. I close my eyes and for the first time in more than two weeks, sleep easily finds me.