I Danced for the Two of Them and Couldn’t Stop

The house had been asleep for a while, and the villa smelled of jasmine and wet grass. I went down into the garden with my pack of cigarettes in hand, fed up with tossing and turning in bed because of the heat and my anger. I only wanted to smoke a cigarette in peace and try again with my pillow.

I was wearing the black tulle nightgown and a tiny pair of panties, nothing else. It was the most provocative lingerie in my suitcase, the one I had saved for Iván before he confessed that stupid thing to me that afternoon and I slammed the bedroom door in his face.

—Ariadna?

Nicolás emerged from behind the vine-covered arbor, a can in his hand. I jumped and instinctively crossed my arms. He was Iván’s best friend, a quiet, attractive, almost shy man, and we had spent the whole weekend avoiding each other’s eyes after I’d lost my head at the pool the previous afternoon and returned a smile I shouldn’t have.

—Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you —he murmured—. I couldn’t sleep either.

—It’s okay. I just came down to smoke.

I held his gaze longer than I should have. Nicolás looked over my nightgown without making any attempt to hide it, and I felt my nipples harden beneath the fabric. The fizzing sensation from that afternoon returned to my stomach in full force, and I thought maybe coming down without my robe had been a good idea.

—Good evening, lovebirds.

Julián appeared along the stone path with a six-pack of beer dangling from one finger. He was Iván’s other friend, the complete opposite of Nicolás: shameless, irritatingly handsome, with a face bold enough to sell a refrigerator to a penguin. He offered each of us a bottle and nodded toward the guesthouse.

—Let’s go in there to drink it, or we’ll wake up the whole house out here.

It wasn’t a good idea. In the garden, the nightgown was passable; under the indoor light, not so much. But I opened my mouth to make an excuse and nothing came out, and I followed them. After all, whether I felt like going back to bed with Iván or not was my problem.

Julián lit four candles in a candelabrum and looked me up and down when the light reached me.

—Wow, Ariadna! What an outfit.

—I was in bed —I defended myself—. I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone.

—We figured that —he laughed—. Nicolás, don’t just stand there. Come sit with me, man. I’ve just had a brilliant idea.

Nicolás obeyed and sat beside him, his head bowed. Julián draped an arm over his shoulders as if they were two friends at a bar, then pointed me toward the chair opposite them.

—Before we go to sleep, a tiny favor. You’re a model, right? A private show. Would you do that for us?

I laughed, more from nerves than surprise. Julián pretended to be offended.

—Why are you laughing? Do you know I think you’re the most divine creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting? What greater pleasure could there be than watching you show off everything you’ve got?

I laughed again and lit my cigarette with the candle he held out to me. The fizzing in my stomach was filling with a wicked little tickle. The idea of displaying myself for the two of them, getting them hot and leaving them hard, was beginning to seem more than attractive. And having them beg me a little was, too.

—And what do you think, Nicolás? —Julián pressed—. Wouldn’t you like to see her walk as if she were on a runway?

Nicolás cleared his throat, his ears red, but he didn’t avoid my gaze.

—She’s incredibly beautiful —he said—. I’d watch her walk until dawn.

I finished my beer in one swallow, straightened my back, and showed them my breasts beneath the tulle without making any attempt to hide it. Julián let out a low whistle.

—Do you have music? —I asked.

—You name it, gorgeous.

—“Diamonds.” The extended version.

Julián took out his phone, searched for it, and pressed play. I rose with all the calm in the world and stepped outside the guesthouse for a moment, then came back in as if they had just announced my name at a gala. Hands on my hips, one foot in front of the other, my stomach bare, the tulle skirt floating beneath my breasts. I’d learned it that way at the agency: a hurricane entrance, barely a smile.

I stopped a yard from them, tilted my hip one way and then the other, blew them a kiss with both hands like the angels in a fashion show, and turned to leave with my back to them, swaying just enough. I felt their eyes fixed on my ass and the strip of my panties, and I licked my lips inwardly.

I returned to the doorway and repeated the walk with my hands behind my back, thrusting out my chest, then turned halfway around and bent forward in a bow, my cleavage hanging far below my breasts. By the third pass they could no longer hide their erections. I came close enough to nearly step on their sneakers, raised one leg, and rested my foot on the sofa’s armrest, a few inches from Nicolás’s face. I was so close I saw him swallow. I brushed his cheek with my fingers, almost tenderly, then withdrew, rolling my hips to the slow rhythm of the ending.

When the music faded, I curtsied and burst out laughing.

—You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.

—Fuck, Ariadna! —Julián exhaled.

—A deal is a deal. I’ve done my part, so this stays between us. And now, everyone off to bed.

—Not a chance —he protested—. This has only just begun. Wait.

He rushed out like a hurricane and came back with three cold beers. He handed me one with a flourish and gave me his place on the sofa. I sat beside Nicolás, who was still staring at me in a daze.

—Fuck, Ariadna —he said softly—. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I smiled at him and felt a wave of heat burning through me. I could have stood up, gone to bed, and closed the door. But I stayed right there.

—Ariadna, we want more —Julián said in the voice of a spoiled child.

—Ha.

—A little more… spicy.

—Ha.

—Name your price. Anything you want.

I drank slowly from my beer. The smile fighting its way onto my lips wasn’t the one I had meant to show. Nicolás looked at me from so close that I felt his breath.

—It would be enough for me just to see you walk again —he said—. Nothing more.

—There’s no way I’m walking around naked for you two.

—You don’t have to —he insisted—. Like before. Only… more sensual. Another song.

I looked at them in silence, and in that silence they gauged how my last defenses were crumbling.

—And what are you offering me? —I finally asked.

Julián put his hand over the bulge in his trousers without taking his eyes off mine.

—A demonstration of the pleasure watching you gives us.

—What? You’re going to jerk each other off like a couple of perverts while I dance?

—Whatever you want. Say the word.

I stood up, took two steps, and leaned against the high table in the corner. They were both in great shape. The possibility of their fucking me was beginning to take root in the pit of my stomach with a force that made me dizzy.

—Shirts off —I ordered.

Their shirts flew off. Their torsos gleamed in the candlelight. Nicolás had defined muscle without excess; Julián looked like a magazine cover.

—Fuck —I murmured—. You’re both in incredible shape.

—Deal? —Julián asked, his eyes blazing.

—Not yet. I need something more. Having you jerk off in front of me seems vulgar. But it would really turn me on… if you did it to each other.

I dropped the bomb and felt an earthquake inside me. Nicolás’s scandalized expression and Julián’s smile belonged in a frame.

—No fucking way —Nicolás said—. I’m not doing that.

—Oh —I pretended to lament as I ran my forearm over my breasts, making them sway beneath the tulle—. I thought… Well, I’m going to bed.

—No, wait. Please —he begged—. A normal dance, slower. I… I can’t see myself touching another guy’s dick.

—I don’t mind —Julián cut in—. I’ll do it for you. As long as Ariadna dances for us and makes it a little dirtier…

I approached the sofa and sat on the armrest beside Nicolás. I stroked his cheek as I had during the show. The tent rising in his Bermuda shorts was all the answer I needed.

—On one condition —I whispered—. You get each other off without complaining. And don’t hold back, okay?

Nicolás nodded, swallowing with difficulty. Julián wasted no time. He yanked open Nicolás’s shorts, but Nicolás flinched in alarm. I immediately knelt between his legs and placed my hands on his thighs.

—Relax —I whispered—. Look at me.

With my eyes locked on his, mistress and master of his will, I opened his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was rock-hard and enormous.

—Fuck, you bastard! —Julián exclaimed with a whistle—. What a cock you’ve got.

I stared at it, my body begging me to put it in my mouth already. It was hot, thick, alive. It carried the strong scent of a man who had been hard for hours. I was about to swallow it when Julián’s hand slipped between mine and claimed his turn.

I let him have it. And something inside me knew the last dam had just broken. I put on another long song, something slow and sad, something that sounded like one last drink. I slid between Nicolás’s legs like a cat and traced his abs with my mouth. I licked his nipples. I rubbed my breasts over his cock, between my tits, then moved down over his navel until I felt his member against my stomach. I kissed his neck and pulled away.

I moved a few steps away and watched them, overwhelmed by what I was about to do. Julián stroked Nicolás’s cock with a firm hand, without pausing, while Nicolás moaned softly, his half-lidded eyes fixed on me. My cheekbones burned.

I began to dance slowly. No showing off, no poses. Just my body responding to the music. I caressed my hips over the tulle, slid my hands up my waist, and squeezed my breasts. I turned, showed them my back, let one strap fall and then the other. The nightgown stayed up beneath my breasts, held by the elastic, but my tits were left bare, swaying freely with every movement.

When I turned back to face them, my breasts naked and my nipples so hard they hurt, I found both of them with their cocks out. Nicolás was holding Julián’s, and Julián was still stroking Nicolás’s. Their mouths hung open and their eyes were glazed.

—Play the song again —I ordered—. On repeat. And if I open my eyes and catch you touching each other, I’m leaving.

I closed my eyes and submerged myself in the music. I slid my hands over my waist, beneath the tulle, and slipped my fingers beneath the elastic of my panties. I lowered them slowly with my hips until I felt them around my ankles. I lifted one foot, then the other. And completely naked, except for the band of the nightgown beneath my breasts, I kept dancing.

My head was spinning. I could feel my pussy soaked, my clitoris throbbing, my nipples so sensitive that the air hurt them. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and pinched my nipples to endure it. I was panting. I needed to stop. I needed to come. I needed someone to fuck me now.

I lost the rhythm, tripped over my own lust, and ended up braced against the table, crouching with my head on the tabletop. I knew my legs were opening and that I was giving them an obscene view, and I couldn’t move. I heard them breathing behind me. I heard them masturbating.

With my last strength, I climbed onto the table, lay on my back, propped myself up on my elbows, and searched for their eyes. They weren’t looking at mine. They were looking at my pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could, drew my knees against my chest, and used my hands to spread my ass cheeks and show them my asshole too.

—Enough —I gasped—. Come here.

I climbed down from the table trembling, fell to my knees, and crawled toward them. I slipped between Nicolás’s legs, grabbed his cock with one hand, and reached for Julián’s with the other. I began stroking him while swallowing Nicolás’s cock whole, all the way to my throat.

Nicolás lasted three thrusts. He filled my mouth with cum before I could see it coming, with a muffled cry that shook his entire body. His come dribbled from the corner of my mouth, and I swallowed as best I could. My hand took over on Julián’s, squeezing and pumping until I wrung another load from him that splashed over my tits and neck.

And suddenly they were both soft. And I was left on my knees, drenched and trembling with rage. They had come and I hadn’t. I crawled backward with tears burning my face and slipped my hand between my legs. My clitoris throbbed so hard I almost cried with relief the moment I touched it.

—Are you turned on? —I heard Julián ask from very close by.

—Yes —I gasped.

—Horny?

—Yes.

—Do you want us to fuck you?

—Yes.

—Both of us?

—Yesss.

He swept me up as if I weighed nothing and placed me on the sofa on top of Nicolás. Nicolás’s lips sucked one of my nipples, while Julián’s hand slipped between my legs and two fingers plunged into my pussy. I screamed against Nicolás’s mouth and arched my back.

—What do you want? —Julián whispered in my ear.

—Everything. Fuck me. Now.

—At the same time?

—Yesss. At the same time.

—In the ass too?

—Yes. In my ass and my pussy. At the same time. Both of you. Now.

—Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?

—No.

He turned me over on the sofa and put me on my knees atop the armrest, my face resting against Nicolás’s lap. He spread my ass cheeks and licked my asshole from bottom to top, slowly, the tip of his tongue circling the rim. My knees convulsed, my vision blurred. When his tongue penetrated my ass, I thought I was going to lose consciousness.

Nicolás put his cock—hard again—in my mouth, and I sucked him hungrily while Julián worked my asshole with his tongue and then with a finger soaked in saliva. Then they positioned me on the table, with cushions against the wall. Nicolás leaned against the edge, almost standing, almost reclining. I straddled him with my knees on the table and looked into his eyes.

Nicolás guided his cock into my pussy with a slow thrust that opened me completely. I felt it rise all the way inside, fitting me as if it had been made to measure, and I let out a long moan against his chest. Julián pressed his body against my back. He held my hips and pushed the tip against my ass, wet with saliva and my own arousal. He entered slowly, millimeter by millimeter, and I breathed through my mouth until the burning turned into something else, an emptiness that wanted more.

When he was fully inside, I stayed still. Both of them inside me, one in front and one behind, their cocks separated only by the wall of tissue stretching between them. I turned my face to kiss Julián on the mouth and surrendered to the slow rhythm they began setting, taking turns. When Nicolás pulled out, Julián pushed in. When Julián pulled out, Nicolás drove deep. I became a yo-yo between their bodies, held by my hips and the nape of my neck, my tits crushed against Nicolás and my back burning against Julián’s chest.

My first orgasm came after ten or fifteen thrusts and made me cry. A dull, silent sob without reason, which Julián wiped with his tongue from my shoulder to my ear. The second came when Nicolás began biting and sucking my nipples while Julián squeezed my neck with his open hand. I owe the third to Julián alone, as he was savagely wrecking my ass while Nicolás stroked my clitoris with his thumb without changing the pressure.

I came screaming, without caring about the sleeping house, the open window, or anything else. When I came down, when I lay limp between them, they slowly pulled their cocks out of me without coming. Julián lifted me into his arms and kissed me tenderly.

—Time for bed —he murmured.

—Wait. To the sofa.

He carried me to the sofa and left me stretched out like a mermaid. I sat up, got on my knees, and gestured for them to come closer. Nicolás arrived first. With his cock level with my breasts, I wrapped it in my tits and stroked him while looking into his eyes. When I felt him nearing the edge, I pulled the tip out from between my breasts, pressed it against my nipple, and let him come over my breasts and neck. His cum ran hot down my stomach.

Julián didn’t last half as long. It took only two passes of his cock between my tits for him to come in a long, thick jet that stained my cleavage and left a drop hanging from my nipple.

I looked at myself drenched in both their cum, covered from throat to navel, and smiled exhaustedly.

—A deal is a deal —I said—. And this stays between us.