All in One
Two men. One truth. Brandy stops choosing and starts owning it.
⚠️ Content Warning: Explicit adult themes and language (consensual threesome, power-exchange dynamics), graphic sexual content including double penetration. 18+ only. NSFW.
Brandy had a knack for beautiful problems.
She called it balance: a calendar full of color-coded lies, a pair of toothbrushes in her medicine cabinet—his and also his—and a heart that did what it wanted when the bills were paid on time. Jayden handled the flashy things: the new BMW with ceramic tint and almond-colored seats that still sighed when she sat down. Isaiah funded the respectable things: the business loan that turned her weekend hustle into Brandy’s Bites, LLC, along with stainless steel prep tables and a commercial mixer that purrs like a cat.
She told herself she wasn’t a bad person. A hungry woman in an expensive city, sure. A planner. A celebrant of options. Every month she paid her mother’s condo fees, kept the lights on at her little storefront kitchen in West End, tithed to a church she didn’t attend, and wore a diamond tennis bracelet both men believed they’d given her. It wasn’t greed; it was insurance—a hit of thrill, a margin of safety, and the kind of control she’d never been offered for free.
When she looked in the mirror, she admired the woman who made things work.
Tonight, she’d chosen Jayden.
He arrived ten minutes early, leaning against the BMW like a billboard—black tee cutting across his chest, forearms carved, skin the color of the espresso he liked to pretend he didn’t drink after noon. She slid into the passenger seat and inhaled the scent of leather and his cologne. The night lay ahead, pure and predictable: dinner, a movie, then the kind of hotel that calls you “Ms.” and whispers when handing over keycards.
“You look dangerous,” Jayden said, eyes tracking the slow line of her dress.
“Only if you put a scratch in it,” she teased, and his laugh warmed the car.
Dinner was easy. He talked inventory and margins, then about the kid he’d just promoted. She talked menu testing and summer bookings. He asked if she’d thought about a food truck—“Quick conversion, easy press”—and she made a note to ask Isaiah about financing one in the fall. Her phone buzzed once during dessert. She didn’t look. She was good like that.
The movie glided by in shadows and explosions. Jayden’s hand found her knee and stayed, thumb tracing circles through the slit in her dress. In the glow of the screen, she tilted her head and smiled like a woman who belonged to one man.
At the hotel, the lobby smelled like bergamot and money. A piano hummed somewhere. Jayden chose a room high enough to make the city lights feel like they belonged to them. He tossed the keycard onto the console table on the way in and turned to her with that grin that always made the room shrink.
“Shower with me?” he asked.
“Mmm.” She kissed his jaw. “Let me start it.”
In the bathroom, steam unfurled against the mirror. She loved this part, the little pause before the play. She pinned her braids, tugged the zipper of her dress, and stepped under the water until it beat the day off her shoulders. She took her time, humming, letting the heat work loose whatever lies had clung to her skin. She could picture Jayden on the bed, shirt off, scrolling, waiting.
When she came out wrapped in a towel, the room felt different. The air thicker, like a door to summer had been left open. Jayden was on the bed, yes—shirtless, broad, brown, amused. Next to him sat Isaiah.
Brandy’s feet stopped moving. The towel suddenly weighed forty pounds.
For half a breath she thought: wrong floor, wrong room, some foolish sitcom coincidence. But Isaiah’s eyes—soft and cutting at once—locked on hers, and Jayden’s mouth tilted like a question he already knew the answer to. The TV glowed blue in silent accusation.
“Hey, B,” Isaiah said, voice low.
“Good to see you, Brandy,” Jayden added, like they were at a fundraiser.
Her throat went dry. Every practiced story in her arsenal slid off the slick tile of reality and fell to the floor with the steam.
“This some kind of joke?” she managed, clutching the towel tighter.
Isaiah leaned back on his hands. “It’s a meeting.”
“A meet-and-greet,” Jayden corrected, almost playful. “We’ve been meaning to all get together.”
Time did something strange. In the spaces between heartbeats she saw everything that led here: a text Jayden answered too slow, a bank email Isaiah cc’d to a personal account, two men who swam in the same waters of success and eventually bumped shoulders. She’d always prided herself on choosing men with non-overlapping lives. But Black Atlanta isn’t a galaxy; it’s a cul-de-sac with better cars.
“How long?” Brandy asked, voice steadying against a panic that wanted to bolt.
“A few weeks,” Isaiah said.
“Long enough,” Jayden added.
They were both calm. That unnerved her more than shouting would have. Anger she could handle; quiet confidence felt like a closed door she’d have to knock on.
Brandy swallowed. “So…what is this? You two call me up here to…what? Fight? Compare notes?”
Isaiah’s eyes dropped, then rose, making the slow survey of a man who has memorized a body in private and is now honoring it in public. “We thought we’d talk.”
Jayden nodded. “Then we thought we’d listen.”
Brandy pulled herself straighter. The towel held. Her pride, a little less so. “Listen to what?”
“To you,” Isaiah said, and something in his tone—curious, patient—made her stop breathing.
Jayden patted the bed between them. “Come sit.”
Her legs moved before her mind agreed. She perched on the edge, the mattress giving slightly to the weight of their attention. She smelled citrus on Isaiah’s collarbones; sandalwood on Jayden’s wrists. The city pressed its glitter against the window.
She wet her lips. “Talk.”
Jayden folded his hands, knuckles neat. “You’ve been playing both sides.”
Isaiah tilted his head. “Or calling it playing the game.”
“Either way,” Jayden said, “we’re here.”
“And?” Brandy’s pulse thudded in her ears. “You want me to choose?”
Isaiah considered that as if tasting a word. “We want clarity.”
“Clarity,” she repeated. The towel felt less like a shield, more like a costume in a play she hadn’t auditioned for. “You want to know who’s the main and who’s the side.”
Jayden smiled without joy. “Something like that.”
Silence widened. The TV screensavers winked lazily through hotels, beaches, mountains she couldn’t name. Brandy felt the old survival engine spin up, calculating—and then, for once, she let it idle. Truth tugged at her like a new dress she wasn’t sure she could pull off.
“What if,” her pulse slowing, voice finding a groove that surprised her, “I don’t want to choose.”
Isaiah’s eyes lifted, interested. Jayden leaned in a fraction.
“What if I want both of you,” she went on, heat blooming behind her ribs. “No corners. No pretending. What if I want…all of it.”
The room measured her. Isaiah’s mouth curved, thoughtful. Jayden exhaled like a man who’d finally found the lever he’d been looking for.
They glanced at each other—silent, masculine Morse code—then nodded like a contract had been drafted on the spot.
“Okay,” Jayden said. “Then handle both of us.”
Electricity rippled up her spine. Jayden’s breath warmed the damp notch of her neck while Isaiah’s knee pressed into the mattress beside her thigh—heat and anchor. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was the thrum of a woman who had just realized she’d gone from two separate relationships to something akin to all in one.
Isaiah rose first, slow and deliberate, like the gradations between standing and standing over her were as important as the act itself. Jayden shifted behind her, heat and muscle and the familiar graze of his thigh against her hip. No one touched the towel yet. No one rushed.
“Ground rules,” Isaiah murmured, close enough that his breath slid along her cheek. “Since you don’t believe in exclusivity, then we get it all.”
“However we want,” Jayden added, voice warm at her ear. “Any way we want it.”
Brandy’s breath stuttered, heat unspooling low. She nodded once, voice rough. “O..okay.”
Isaiah’s fingers came up, sliding along her neck, his mouth catching an earlobe. Jayden’s hand found the small of her back, gripped the fabric of the towel, and pulled. The mirror over the console caught them in a soft reflection: three bodies mapped by low lamplight; a woman at the center—naked, fully seen.
The towel landed on the floor. The room hushed around their breath. Somewhere, far below, a siren wailed and faded. Brandy let her eyes slip shut, not to hide, but to focus—the way a chef closes her eyes when the seasonings bloom, when the heat becomes language.
“Okay, so who goes first?” Her voice honey-low.
Jayden’s chuckle tickled her neck. Isaiah’s smile pressed into the space where restraint and desire sit down to talk terms.
Four hands, two mouths—one focus. Brandy finally understood: “Oh.”
The sound escaped her, soft and full of dawning comprehension. It wasn’t a question anymore. It was the click of a lock opening.
Jayden’s teeth found the cord of muscle at the side of her neck, a sharp, claiming bite that made her gasp. Isaiah’s mouth covered hers, swallowing the sound, his tongue a slow, deliberate invasion that tasted of expensive whiskey and mint. Four hands began their work, mapping her skin like territory they now owned together.
Jayden’s palms slid up her ribs from behind, cupping the full weight of her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they tightened into hard, aching peaks.
“Hey, man—don’t you love these fucking tits on Brandy?” Jayden’s voice roughened with a grin she could hear.
Isaiah’s mouth hovered at her jaw, eyes intent. “They’re amazing,” he said, approval warm and precise.
Jayden pinched one nipple, rolling the sensitive flesh between his fingers, while Isaiah caught the other—thumb and forefinger teasing until it pebbled—and a jolt of pure electricity shot straight to her cunt.
Isaiah stole a kiss, his dark eyes holding hers. “You Good?”
“I— I don’t know,” she breathed, honest and dazed. “But it feels… it feels good.”
A slow smile touched his lips. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble against her ear. “Good. Then on your knees.”
The command, delivered with such calm authority, sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through her. She slid off the bed, the plush carpet soft against her bare skin. They shifted to the edge of the mattress, their powerful thighs framing her. Two sets of hands went to two sets of waistbands. The rasp of zippers was loud in the quiet room.
Jayden’s dick sprang free first, thick and already leaking, the head a dark, flushed purple against his brown skin. Isaiah’s followed, longer and perhaps a fraction less thick, but just as hard, veined and demanding. The scent of them, clean musk and sandalwood, filled her senses.
“Open that pretty mouth,” Jayden murmured, guiding himself toward her lips.
She did, her tongue darting out to taste the salty drop beading at his tip. The moment her lips wrapped around him, Isaiah’s fingers were in her braids, pulling her head back gently but firmly.
“Look at me while you suck his dick,” Isaiah instructed, his voice steady. “I want to see your eyes.”
Her gaze locked with his as she took Jayden deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate his girth. Jayden let out a ragged groan, his hips giving a slight thrust. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck my dick with your mouth, Brandy.”
She worked him, her head bobbing, saliva slicking his length. The obscene, wet sounds filled the space between them. All the while, she held Isaiah’s penetrating stare, a silent communication passing between them that was more intimate than any touch. He watched her, his expression one of intense focus, as she serviced another man. The power of it, the sheer taboo, made her cunt clench around nothing, aching to be filled.
Keeping one hand threaded in her braids, Isaiah trailed the other down her spine, over the curve of her ass, his fingers slipping into the cleft to find her other hole. He pressed a single, testing touch to the tight ring of muscle there, making her jolt and moan around Jayden’s cock.
“You like this, don’t you?” Isaiah asked, though it wasn’t really a question. “Pleasing two men at once.”
She nodded frantically, her movements on Jayden becoming more frantic, desperate.
Her hands moved instinctively, one reaching for Isaiah’s sack as her mouth continued to lavish Jayden’s dick. She cupped the heavy weight of his balls, rolling them gently in her palm, feeling them tighten as she worked. Isaiah let out a low groan, his fingers digging into her scalp as he guided her head deeper onto Jayden while his other hand, drove circles around her dusty brown eye.
“That’s it, Brandy,” Isaiah murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Play with my nuts while you give him head.”
She obeyed eagerly, her fingers massaging and kneading his sensitive flesh, earning another deep rumble from him. Meanwhile, her other hand found Jayden, wrapping around the base of his dick and stroking him in rhythm with her oral movements. The room filled with wet, sucking sounds mingled with the sharp breaths and muttered praises of the two men.
Jayden tapped her shoulder and drew her up. He helped lift her torso onto the mattress and slid a pillow beneath her hips; she stretched out stomach-down with her head just over the edge of the bed. It opened her—mouth level with Jayden on the floor, ass tipped up for Isaiah. She kept one hand massaging Isaiah’s balls as he settled along her hip; with the other, she steadied Jayden and took him back between her lips. Isaiah spread her with his free hand and, with a slick, circling tease, pressed a finger to her tight hole and eased in shallowly. She moaned around Jayden’s cock, her body trembling as both men worked her at once.
“Eyes on me,” Jayden panted, hips twitching as she worked him. “That’s it—take all of it.”
She pulled up for a breath, lips slick and swollen. “Don’t make me stop,” she rasped, desperate and sure. “I want it—I want both of you. Please.”
Isaiah added another finger, stretching her further, his movements deliberate and unrelenting. She felt every inch of it, the fullness in her mouth matched by the slow invasion at her rear. Her head spun with the intensity of it all, her body a conduit for their pleasure—and hers.
She started alternating between them, her mouth working Jayden while her hand jacked Isaiah, then switching to stroke Jayden as she took Isaiah deeper into her throat. The dual rhythm was intoxicating, the power of controlling their pleasure almost as overwhelming as the sensations coursing through her own body.
“Fuck, B,” Jayden growled, his hands now finding purchase in her braids. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Isaiah’s breath hitched as she squeezed his balls again, his fingers pumping in and out of her ass faster now. “Keep going,” he urged, his voice rough. “Just like that.”
She did, lost in the rhythm of it, her body a bridge between them, every movement drawing them closer to the edge.
She heard the squirt of lube, no idea when Isaiah produced the bottle, then the cool, slick sensation as Isaiah’s finger, now wet, began to press and circle her asshole. He worked it slowly, patiently, stretching her, preparing her. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the fullness in her mouth, the insistent pressure at her rear.
Jayden’s breathing grew harsh. “Gonna come in your mouth if you keep that up, girl.”
Isaiah withdrew his finger. “Turn around. Hands and knees on the bed. Now.”
She released Jayden with a wet pop, scrambling to obey. The position left her exposed, vulnerable between them. Isaiah braced under her, steadying her head with his thigh, while she felt the cool air of the room on her wet pussy and on the back door Isaiah had just been preparing. Jayden moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips.
“Watch us, Brandy,” Isaiah said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. Now positioned in front of her, his cock nudged her lips. “Watch me while he fucks that tight little slit.”
She opened her mouth for Isaiah just as Jayden guided himself to her pussy. He pressed forward, the first inch slow—a stretching burn that stole her breath—then a smooth, powerful thrust that seated him deep. Her cry was muffled around Isaiah’s dick, her body bowing under the sudden, breathtaking fullness. Jayden felt huge inside her, stretching her walls to their limit. Isaiah’s length breaching the back of her throat, testing her gag reflex.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Jayden grunted, his hands tightening on her hips. He began to move, setting a deep, relentless rhythm that shook her entire body. “Bro has she always been this tight?”
Isaiah fucked her mouth in time with Jayden’s thrusts, his gaze never leaving her face, watching every flicker of pleasure and overwhelmed emotion that flashed. She was the center of their universe, the point where all their focus and energy converged. Used. Worshiped. Completely possessed. “She always been wet and tight, for me. Wonder how long she’s going to stay that way with both of us.
The stretch was immense, the friction exquisite. Jayden’s pace was athletic, pounding into her with the force she craved. Every drive of his hips mashed her clit against the base of his cock, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her. She could feel the sweat dripping down his stomach onto her back.
They kept at her, making of her a spit-laden roast as both men fucked her at both ends. Her moans became whorish as she experienced the consequences of playing with two men feelings, and having them fuck that disrespect back into her in kind.
Isaiah pulled his cock from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. “You ready for more?”
She could only nod, gasping for much-needed air as Jayden pounded into her from behind.
Isaiah pulled her up, her breasts riding the length of him till she was in perfect position. Jayden’s massive dick was a memory that still had her abused pussy spasming. Isaiah wasted no time giving her a substitute as he found her dripping cunt and slid inside her with an upward thrust that hit something deep and left her mouth in an O shape.
He started to fuck her with his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, auditioning her asshole for the second act to the man who had just ruined her cunt. Brandy knew what was coming, but was powerless to do anything about it, too busy lost in the ravaging that Isaiah was giving her by means of impalement on his dick.
She clocked the movement of the bottle of Lube. Then she felt its cool application to her rear — then the blunt pressure of Jayden’s cockhead against her asshole. Isaiah held still, buried deep inside her cunt, his body a steady anchor.
“W…wait.” Brandy sputters, “I’m not sure i’m...”
“Breathe out,” Isaiah commanded softly.
She exhaled, and Jayden pushed in.
The invasion was slow, inexorable, a burning stretch that made her eyes water. She whimpered, the sound strangled. Isaiah’s hands soothed her hips.
“You’re taking it so good, B,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Taking my Boy’s dick so fucking deep in your ass.”
“H..He’s your... Boy... now. Oh God!” Brandy moaned as she felt filled to her limits.
Jayden pressed forward, inch by torturous inch, until he was fully seated inside her, his hips flush against her ass. The feeling was unbelievable—a fullness so complete it bordered on pain, a pressure that touched places inside her she didn’t know could feel like this. She was packed, stuffed, utterly claimed by them both.
They held there for a long moment, letting her map this new highway, letting her feel the incredible reality of it. Then, with a glance between them that she felt more than saw, they began to move.
It was a rhythm of perfect opposition. As Isaiah withdrew from her cunt, Jayden pushed into her ass. As Isaiah pulled out, Jayden plunged back in. They found a syncopated cadence that rocked her entire body, a relentless, rolling wave of sensation that broke all limitations and thoughts. There was only the feeling—the hard slide of dick in her cunt, the tighter, hotter grip of a cock in her ass, the smell of their sweat, sex and her arousal, the sound of skin slapping against skin and their ragged, grunting breaths on both her front and back.
Her world narrowed to the space between these two men. Pleasure built upon pleasure, a volcanic eruption building deep in her belly with every double thrust. She was babbling, begging, her words a slurry of yes and more, please, and an exchange of two men’s names she never thought would ever share the same room.
“I’m about to nut,” Jayden growled, his rhythm starting to fracture.
“Fuck, me too,” Isaiah gritted out, his composure finally breaking.
Their voices, the raw admission, tipped Brandy over the edge. An orgasm tore through her with violent, shocking intensity. Her body clamped down on both dicks, milking them as waves of electric pleasure convulsed through her. She lowered her head and screamed into Isaiah’s neck. Her convulsion just added to the torture as every movement drove a phallus into a sensitive spot that magnified everything exponentially.
Jayden came with a shout, his hips slamming into hers as he emptied himself deep into her ass. Isaiah followed a second later, a low, guttural groan escaping him as he pulsed inside her pussy, filling another pocket of her.
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.” Brandy chanted as she rode both of their climaxes in two distinct, unreal sensations.
They collapsed around her, a tangle of spent limbs and heavy breath. For a long time, the only sound was their panting and the distant hum of the city. Jayden softened inside her first and slipped out. Isaiah withdrew more slowly, his hand stroking her flank.
They rolled her onto her side between them. Jayden found a warm towel from the bathroom, cleaning her with a surprising tenderness. Isaiah slid her a bottle of complimentary hotel water, which she drank greedily.
Jayden traced the line of her jaw. “So. All in one.” Then, pulling her head back, he kissed her lips.
Isaiah’s fingers laced with hers on the sheets. “Seems that way.” Then his lips found Brandy’s after Jayden pulled away.
They pressed their forms into her, so tight she didn’t remember where they began and she ended.
Brandy looked from one to the other, a slow, sated smile spreading across her face. The diamond bracelet on her wrist caught the light.
“Fuck... both of you.” Brandy whispered, though there was no heat, and everything that said she had enjoyed every moment of it.
Both men in unison replied, “You just did.”
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