A/N: Thank you to my awesome reviewers: angelicedg, rocknrollprincess131, mrsreedus69 (haha!), WishfulThinker66, and lollipop2404. I know you guys have been excited for this chapter. I will say, it's a tad, uh, cruder than my usual stuff, but that's kind of hard to avoid in this situation. ;)

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"Let's go, then," Steve said as he offered a hand to the brunette.

"Right now?" she asked, feeling ridiculously nervous all of a sudden.

"Why not? I think Rick will reiterate my feelings that I don't think I can go another five minutes without being inside of you."

Amy gulped and glanced at Rick, who raised his eyebrows in agreement, nodding with a slight smirk. After taking a deep, shaky breath, she accepted Steve's hand and allowed him to lead her up the staircase, Rick trailing directly behind. They walked down the hallway and entered the room at the end. As Rick closed the door, Amy admired the clean, white coverlet on Steve's king-size bed. Windows lined two of the walls and Steve quickly pulled the curtains closed. At the same time, Rick lit a candle on the dresser. She noticed that the bedroom walls were gray with the occasional painting of a beach – his way of holding onto some part of Hawaii, she supposed.

Turning around, Steve gazed at Amy with tender eyes as he began to unbutton her silk blouse. Her heart pounded like never before – it was actually making it hard for her to breathe. He must have felt it through the thin material because he stopped to lay a hand on her chest.

"Just relax, sweetheart. If you want us to stop at any time, don't hesitate to say so. Okay?"

She didn't trust herself to get out a single word so she just nodded. Rick came up behind her, settled his hands on her hips, and nuzzled his face into her long hair. He inhaled her flowery scent and pressed his lips to the spot behind her ear. Steve finished with her blouse and opened it to expose her black, lacy bra – something she'd raided from the clothing pantry. He pushed the silky garment past her shoulders and Rick moved it the rest of the way down, letting it fall off her wrists and pool at their feet.

He reached around to start on the button of her jeans, but Steve forced his hands away and took over. Amy noticed the competitive gesture, but let it go. She was too focused on controlling her wild heartbeat. Steve popped the button and undid the fly, and then Rick slid his calloused hands down her sides, removing everything on her bottom half in one smooth movement. Chilly air assaulted her heated skin, but did little to cool it. She stepped out of her pants and Steve's eyes glittered as they roamed over her almost naked body.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous…" he whispered.

She blushed, heard a rustling behind her and saw that Rick was taking off his jacket, shirt and tie. She faced Steve once again and watched him remove his dark t-shirt, exposing the chiseled body underneath. She'd seen Rick shirtless the day before and even though he was leaner, they were both quite cut – she had no complaints for either of them.

Right when Steve bent to kiss her, Rick reached around, cupped her jaw, and forced her head to the side so she would kiss him instead. His mouth moved over hers with unforgiving vigor and he delved his tongue inside to savor her sweet taste.

To make up for Rick's payback, Steve curved an arm around Amy's back and undid the clasp on her bra. After sliding the straps down her arms, he dropped to his knees and took her left breast into his hand, flattening and then flicking his tongue over her rosy nipple. He tugged on it with his teeth, all the while gripping her hip with his large hand.

Feeling two tongues moving over and in her was a heady sensation. She released a moan into Rick's mouth as wetness dampened the tight curls at her core. Steve switched to the other side and attacked the hardened peak with his hot mouth, pulling another moan from deep in her throat. Rick settled a hand on her free breast, but Steve pushed it away, fondling the warm flesh within his own palm. Amy scoffed and stepped back from both men.

"This isn't a competition," she said in a hoarse voice. "I belong to both of you now – that was the deal." She looked between the two men, meeting each set of blue eyes before continuing. "I have an idea…a game of sorts."

Rick quickly licked his lips and raised his brows. "A game?"

"Something that will make it so you each get a turn." She paused and said, "I'll close my eyes, you'll take turns with me, and then I'll guess who is who."

"What are we allowed to do?" Steve asked, all the while his gaze eating her up.

Amy swallowed hard before saying, "Anything you want…"

The men glanced at each other, shrugged, and then nodded in agreement. Steve picked up Rick's tie from the floor and reached for Amy's hand.

"Come here," he said.

Adrenaline surged through her veins again as he spun her around and draped the tie over her eyes, knotting it snugly behind her head. All of a sudden, he scooped her into his strong arms and carried her to the bed. He placed her in the middle of the mattress and she heard a clicking noise, like something metal shifting around. Rick's cold handcuffs clasped around her petite wrists and locked into place. She tugged gently to confirm that they were in fact secured to the headboard.

Nothing happened for a few beats and her chest heaved in response. She was completely at their mercy – what the hell had she gotten herself into?

Just when she was going to ask if everything was okay, a mouth ghosted over her parted lips. Whoever it was had abrasive stubble, but that told her nothing since Rick had shaved his beard and now they both had stubble. Instead, she went with taste. She swept her tongue into his mouth and knew exactly who it was from the mixture of coffee and mint.

"Rick," she whispered.

The mouth smiled. "You're good," he said in his deep drawl.

The mattress shifted and another set of lips kissed her deeply, tasting sweet like wine.

"Mmm, Steve," she responded.

"Too easy," he said.

That was when things got interesting. A hand moved over her thigh and then another did the same on the other side, pulling her legs apart. As someone rubbed their fingertips against the slippery bundle of nerves between her thighs, a wet mouth moved over the swell of her right breast. She gasped from the duel sensations and tried to focus on them one at a time, but when two fingers – separate from the ones on her clit – pushed into her, she lost all train of thought. They drove deep, stretching her and drawing out another moan. She squirmed her hips and a firm hand held her down.

"Want to guess who's doing what?" Steve asked, sounding slightly winded.

Amy took a breath and said, "I think…Steve is the one fingering me. Rick is teasing my clit…"

"Strike one," Rick said, pushing his fingers into her once more.

She gasped as Steve whispered in her ear, "But I have to say, Amy, you have got the most beautiful pussy…"

His bold statement sent licks of fire down into her low belly. Steve kissed her neck and Rick pulled his fingers out of her. A mouth replaced them, licking and sipping at the sensitive little bud aching for a release. She let out mewls of satisfaction, before finally saying on a moan, "Steve…"

The person stopped. "How'd you know?" he asked in his usual husky voice.

"I just…did." To tell the truth, she'd felt him shift from the top of the bed to the bottom. He was a big guy – there was no sneaking around for him.

Only a moment later, hot breath blew against the same spot, followed by full, gentle lips. Immediately, she knew it was Rick and she sighed out his name.

He murmured a "Mhmm," and continued to delve his tongue inside of her.

While that was happening, one of them dipped their finger into her pussy and then dragged the liquid heat to her nether region. Little by little, they pushed a thick finger into the puckered opening. Amy hissed out a breath and Steve asked, "Okay? I'll stop if it hurts…"

"No," she whispered. "It feels good."

Steve had a hint of a smile as he said, "Well, that's good because one of us is going to have our cock in there before the night's over. I just want to prepare you for it…"

Amy had never tried anal sex. It was something she'd considered doing with her ex-boyfriend years ago, but had never worked up the nerve. Tonight, she was more than willing to go there with Rick and Steve. Especially since it meant she could have them at the same time. Just the thought of it turned her on like never before, so the actual act could possibly kill her, but fuck would it be worth it.

The clink of a belt caught her off guard and she heard the guys murmur something unintelligible. Suddenly, someone lifted her hips and then plunged into her, driving to the hilt. She cried out and it tapered off to a moan as the man worked her over. She continued to make cut-off sounds of pleasure, barely able to breathe. She tugged at the handcuffs but they remained firmly in place. She squeezed her thighs around the man's hips and listened when he exhaled a short breath as he pumped in and out. Her lips curled into a smile when she finally acknowledged who it was.

"Oh, Rick…" she moaned. "Leave a little for Steve, will ya?"

Rick released a faint chuckle and slowed his pace. He gently pulled out and she heard Steve shuck his pants. The mattress dipped and she waited for him to settle between her legs, but for some reason it didn't happen.

"Turn over," he said. She hesitated and he added, "You already knew it was gonna be me, so let's try something different."

He was right about that, so following his order – he was a Commander after all – Amy shifted onto her side and flipped over with the guys' help. Her hands were still locked in place, but the chain twisted and allowed the new position. She pulled back on it, ignoring the sting in her wrists as she bent down and arched her back. Steve placed a hand on either side of her hips, held on tightly and thrust. A moan ripped from her throat. The different angle felt utterly amazing and she didn't think she could last much longer.

Right when she was about to reach the peak of that oblivion, Steve pulled out. He smoothed a hand over her round ass and asked at her ear, "What do ya say you give us both a go now?"

His expert fingers undid the tie and he slipped it off her head. At the same time, Rick unlocked the cuffs. He took her red wrists into his hands and looked at her with worried eyes.

"Did we hurt you?"

Amy gave him a sweet smile and shook her head. She didn't like seeing him concerned at a time like this, so she leaned in and gave him a tender kiss. When she turned away, Steve was waiting patiently and she felt like maybe the game had killed their competitive streak – for now.

Wanting to keep it that way, she approached the broad-shouldered man and kissed him as well. His burly arms slithered around to her backside and lifted her so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He sat down on the edge of the bed and lay back, allowing her to straddle him. His eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room, surrounded by dark lashes as he gazed up at her. He'd turned out to be a little more aggressive than Rick in the sack – not much – but she couldn't say she was surprised. At that moment, though, all she could see was a man that truly cared and wanted what was best for her. If that happened to be a mind-blowing climax, so be it.

Slowly, Amy eased down onto him, taking his substantial length into her wet pussy. Behind her, Rick stroked his hard cock and spit into his palm to get as much lubrication going as he could. She looked down at Steve and saw absolute reverence in his eyes, extinguishing any second thoughts she might have been having. He braced his large hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks to give Rick easier access and a firm grip for his own thrusting. She felt Rick probing the tight entrance and instinctively tensed up.

"You gotta relax, Amy," Rick whispered, caressing her back. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she protested. "Go ahead."

"Kiss me. It'll distract you," Steve said and tipped his chin up.

Amy closed the space between them, fusing their bodies together. She felt the crisp hairs of his chest rub abrasively against her breasts and she didn't think she'd experienced a better sensation. She laced her fingers through his short hair and kissed him senseless as Rick started to penetrate her. He took his time and just before he breached, she scrunched up her face and whimpered into Steve's mouth.

Finally, Rick had his entire dick sheathed in the snug opening and she let out a shuddering breath.

"You good?" Steve asked.

"Yeah…"

With that, Rick began to move in and out, placing his hand on her back for support. They developed a good rhythm – Steve would draw her down onto himself and by doing so, withdraw her from Rick. Then Rick would pull her hips back, lifting her from Steve.

Any remaining discomfort ebbed and was replaced by blinding desire. Never in her entire life had she felt something so good – not to mention, full. Neither man was insignificant, but while being passionate, they were still gentle with her. She appreciated that and it was not put past her.

When the pleasure climbed to new heights, Steve reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit in smooth circles. It was as if her body exploded from the inside out. She sobbed, digging her short nails into Steve's shoulder and Rick's side as she reached back for him. The men took that as their cue and crested the same pinnacle, spilling their seed inside of her.

Rick slumped over her and then slowly extracted himself. He stepped into the bathroom for a minute to clean himself up, leaving Amy in Steve's arms. As she began to feel him soften, he brushed a damp lock of hair out of her eyes and lifted his head to kiss her with complete tenderness.

When Rick returned to the bed, Amy rolled over, placing herself between the two men. They lay in an exhausted state as they caught their breath.

"For such a small thing, you sure can take a lot," Rick said with a playful smirk while stroking her bare thigh.

"I second that statement. You took that like a champ," Steve said, blowing out a breath.

Amy giggled and bit her bottom lip as she fought off a deep blush. While matting down her wild her, she said shyly, "Why, thank you… It was hard work – thanks for giving me the job."

A/N: Hope I made you blush! Hehe... Review, please! :D