Chapter 21 Zoe
ZOE
I sat between them, my heart pounding, not really knowing how to get started. But then I remembered—Asher and Kai were the teachers. They’d let me know what to do. So I just waited, trying to still my racing pulse.
They were both still stroking my inner thighs, and it felt so good. Their hands were warm and strong, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare skin. I leaned back against the sofa, both excited and a little nervous about what would come next.
Asher put his hand on my stomach on top of the shirt. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Did you know this is my shirt?”
“I thought it probably was,” I said.
“How does it feel against your skin?”
“Good. I like the way it feels.” The cotton was soft, worn in, comfortable.
“Does it smell like me?” he asked.
I took a breath, trying to catch his scent through the fabric. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Every time I’m near you, you smell like a different cooking spice.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my side. “Fair enough.”
He slid his hand up to where the shirt parted right over my bra. He looked me in the eye when he undid another button, but he didn’t part the material yet. He just held my gaze and said, “I think it might look better like this. What do you think?”
“Okay,” I breathed.
But now I was starting to get worried. I wanted to be with them, to do things with them, but I didn’t think I could handle being undressed right there while they touched me and examined my body. Not with all three of them able to see every flaw, every imperfection.
I looked at Landon, wondering if he was going to stop it. Overrule it like he had with the socks.
But he just got up, and my heart sank.
He was leaving. He was disgusted with me, with what we were doing. I wanted to call back to him as he turned away, but that wouldn’t be fair to Kai and Asher. Landon had made it clear he didn’t want to be part of this, and I just had to accept that even though it hurt.
But he didn’t head down the hallway.
He stopped along the far wall and pulled the chain on a little wall sconce. Then a lamp. He went to turn out the kitchen light too, and pretty soon the only light was from the fire.
It looked magical, the soft glow flickering around the room. It made me feel more secure.
Two very sexy men were next to me, touching me, but they wouldn’t be able to stare at me as if I were under a spotlight. Because of Landon. Because he always supported me, even when he didn’t approve of my choices.
I wanted to tell him thank you, but I wasn’t even sure if he was going to stay.
To my immense relief, he did. He went back to his armchair where he sat, one ankle crossed over his knee. He wasn’t looking directly at us, but he also wasn’t staring off into the fire either. I could barely make out his features but knowing he was there made me braver somehow.
Asher was still waiting, his hand closed, holding the shirt—his shirt—and I nodded.
He let go, and it gaped open, showing more of my black lace bra.
“Nice,” Kai said in my ear.
“Time for a pop quiz,” Asher said, his voice taking on a professor-like tone that should have annoyed me but instead sent heat pooling between my legs. “Did you like seeing me in a towel in the sauna?”
“Yes,” I said, closing my eyes.
Then I moaned as his fingers slipped into the opening in the shirt and trailed along the edge of my bra.
“Were you watching to see if I was hard?”
“Yes,” I said again, my face flushing at the admission.
“Did you hope I’d take off the towel?”
I hesitated. I wasn’t sure of the answer—or maybe I was, but I didn’t know if I could admit it.
But Asher seemed to understand. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You can be attracted to someone even if you’re not getting along with them at the moment. I felt the same way.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. I kept hoping your towel would slip off. I thought about how much I wanted to lower you down onto a bench and lick the sweat and steam off your breasts.” His fingers echoed his words, easing inside my bra cup and teasing my nipple, pinching it and making it even harder.
“I wanted to draw your nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them until you begged me to fuck you.”
I was breathing faster now, my chest rising and falling under his touch.
On the other side, Kai put his finger under my chin and tilted my head toward him, reminding me that he was there. “Well, now that we know that Asher doesn’t have a problem with dirty talk, let’s see if we can get you doing it.”
He kissed me, slow and deep, then pulled back just enough speak in a low, husky voice. “Did you like when I was thrusting against you in the equipment room?”
“Yes.” It was hard to find my voice due to the way Asher was cupping my breast and teasing my nipple.
“Would you want to be taken from behind like that?” Kai asked.
“I don’t know.” But it had felt pretty damn good at the time.
“Imagine how it would feel,” Kai said, his voice softer so that I had to strain to hear him. “I think you’d be so warm and tight down there. Why don’t you use your fingers and check?”
I slid my hand under the blanket and cupped my slit. My skin was so hot—almost too hot. But it made me wonder if they’d like the heat from my core when they were inside of me.
Kai kissed my temple. “What are you thinking about?”
I wasn’t quite brave enough to tell Kai my exact thoughts, so I switched it another thing I’d gone over in my head recently. “In the equipment room. I liked you holding me, pressing my hands against the wall. Kind of pinning me there.”
“That’s good to know.” His voice was a low, seductive purr.
Asher’s voice came from my other side. “Do you think you’d like being tied up, all helpless and at our mercy?”
Oh god. Just the thought made my pulse throb between my legs. “It made it so exciting. Like I had no choice but to feel everything you wanted me to. It made it hotter.”
“Very nice,” Asher murmured. “We’ve definitely got some things to explore when you get past the 101 lessons. What do you imagine me doing to you?”
God, the way he was rolling my nipple made my hips grind in little circles.
“Do you want to feel my cock inside of you?”
“Yes. Eventually. But also… I really want to feel your fingers inside me.” It was hard to admit, but it was true.
Kai chuckled. Unless I was mistaken, Landon did too—a soft sound from across the room that made heat bloom in my chest.
“I can assure you my cock’s bigger than my fingers,” Asher said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“But they’re so long and strong, and all that work you do in the kitchen—you’re just so good with your hands.”
“Like this, you mean?” Ash pinched my nipple, pulling on it, and I groaned deep in my throat.
Kai still had his hand over mine, holding it in place between my legs. He whispered in my ear, “What if I told you that you could get everything you wanted from us?”
“I’d like that,” I moaned.
But just for a moment, something gave me pause. Because they’d asked what I wanted from Kai and what I wanted from Asher. But there was one more man I wanted something from.
Landon.
He didn’t ask, and neither did they. But I could admit it in the privacy of my mind.
With him, I didn’t want fingering and thrusting and playful, dangerous fun.
Every time I thought about being with Landon, I didn’t think about it in terms of sex.
I thought about it as making love. Because I’d never experienced that either, and I really wanted to.
I wanted to know what it felt like to be cherished like that.
To have someone look at me the way I imagined Landon would—with tenderness and care and something deeper than just desire.
But he’d made his choice. And I had to respect that, even if it made my heart ache.
Kai’s hand found my index finger, and he pressed it against my slit.
It didn’t take much coaxing for me to slide my finger along the moisture there, feeling how wet I was.
It was such a turn-on, having these hard, warm male bodies next to me.
Their muscles pressing against me, their breathing deepening as they touched me.
“So you want Asher’s fingers, and my cock inside you,” Kai said. “What else are you looking forward to?”
“That first thrust,” I said, my voice breathy. “When you push inside and spread me open. I want to feel full.”
“You will, baby girl.”
I didn’t even mind him saying it this time. It felt affectionate rather than condescending.
“But it might hurt at first,” Kai warned.
“I know.”
“Not just because it’s your first time,” Asher clarified as he moved to my other nipple, giving it the same attention. His cock was hard against my hip—I could feel the bulge and he heat through his jeans. “But because we’re big. My cock is a good eight inches, sometimes longer.”
Kai whispered in my ear, so close his lips brushed against my skin. “And mine’s just as long, but much, much thicker.”
Then he bit my earlobe and spoke even more quietly, so that only I could hear. “And so is Landon’s.”
I squirmed at that, and started touching myself in earnest, my finger moving faster over my clit.
Kai pulled my leg toward him, my knee bending as he draped it across his lap. “Do you like that? Being open for us?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Push your finger inside yourself,” Asher said. “Just a little.”
He’d copied Kai’s lead, looping my other leg over his lap.
I felt so spread open, with cool air flowing over my heated skin between my legs.
But I didn’t have to be self-conscious about it because even though they were touching me, they weren’t staring directly between my legs. That would’ve freaked me out.
But I was covered because of the blanket. And because the lights were out. Landon had done both those things. For me.
I glanced toward his armchair. In the soft glow of the firelight, I could barely see him, but I knew he was there. Somehow that made this okay. Made it safe.