16 - Date Night #2
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The sound came out high and strange. “This is insane.”
“It’s not insane.” Graham’s hand was still on my knee. “It is a little complicated. But we were having a great time before we knew, and that can continue.”
“Continue how?” I looked between them. “You take turns? Draw up a schedule?”
Kane and Graham exchanged a look. Something passed between them. Some conversation they’d already had.
“Tonight, for starters.” Kane leaned forward in the armchair, elbows on his knees. “We had some ideas about tonight.”
My mouth went dry. “Tonight.”
“If you’re interested.” Graham’s thumb traced a slow circle on my knee. “No pressure. You can walk out that door whenever you want.”
“Or I can go.” Kane shrugged. “It is Graham’s night, after all. I don’t want to crash anything.”
I looked at the door. I looked at Graham beside me. I looked at Kane in the armchair, offering to leave if that was what I wanted. Two men. Two men I’d been sleeping with separately for weeks. Two men who were now in the same room, and neither of them was forcing anything.
“Both of you.” I said it out loud, testing how it sounded. “At the same time.”
“That was the idea.” Kane’s voice was low. Rough. “Unless you’d rather we flip a coin.”
Graham laughed. Actually laughed. And something about the sound of it, the ease between them, made the knot in my chest loosen.
This was crazy. This was absolutely crazy. I should leave. I should thank them for not being angry, finish my wine, and walk out the door like a sensible person.
But I didn’t move.
Kane was watching me from the armchair. That focused look. The one that made me feel like prey in the best possible way. And Graham beside me, his hand on my knee, patient, waiting. Both of them wanting me. Both of them willing to share.
When was the last time I’d felt this wanted? This seen?
I took a breath. Set my wine glass down. “Okay. Show me what you two had planned.”
Kane moved first.
He stood from the armchair and crossed the room. Careful. He stopped in front of me, close but not touching. His eyes moved over my face like he was checking for something.
I tilted my chin up. Waiting.
He reached down, took my hands, and pulled me to my feet. Then he kissed me. Gentle at first. Almost tentative. His hands found my waist, light, like he wasn’t sure how much pressure was allowed anymore. This was different. We’d kissed a hundred times but never with Graham watching.
Graham’s hand slid up my back. I felt him stand, felt him move behind me. His breath on my neck.
Kane deepened the kiss. His hands tightened on my waist. More familiar now. More like him.
Then Graham’s mouth was on my shoulder. Soft. Patient. His fingers brushing my hair aside.
I was between them. Two bodies. Two different kinds of warmth.
Kane pulled back just enough to look at me. His thumb traced my jaw. “Okay?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
Kane kissed me again. Deeper this time. His tongue against mine, one hand sliding up to cup the back of my head. Behind me, Graham’s fingers found the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down slowly. Inch by inch. His knuckles trailing along my spine.
I shivered. Graham’s mouth found the spot just below my ear. “Cold?”
“No.”
Kane’s hands slid the straps off my shoulders. Graham eased the fabric down from behind. They moved together. Not rushed. Like they had all night.
My dress fell to my feet. I was standing in Graham’s living room in my bra and underwear, caught between two men who were still fully clothed.
Kane stepped back. Looked at me. His eyes traveled down my body then back up.
Graham’s hands traced my hips from behind. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my underwear. Waiting.
“Your turn,” I said. My voice came out hoarse. “I’m the only one getting naked here.”
Kane smiled. He pulled his shirt over his head in one motion.
Graham stepped back. I heard fabric rustling. When I turned, he was unbuttoning his shirt. Slower than Kane. Methodical.
Kane’s hands found me again. He pulled me against his bare chest, kissed my neck, my collarbone. His skin was warm. His hands were rough.
Graham’s shirt hit the floor. Then he was behind me again, his chest against my back. Smoother than Kane. Different.
Four hands on me now. Kane’s sliding up my belly. Graham’s easing my underwear down over my hips.
I was naked. They still had their pants on.
Kane’s mouth found my breast. Graham’s fingers traced down my spine, over the curve of my ass. I closed my eyes. Too much to track. Too many sensations at once.
“Living room or bedroom?” Graham’s voice was low, close to my ear.
“Here.” Kane didn’t wait for me to answer. “For now.”
He dropped to his knees.
Kane’s mouth found me immediately. No teasing, no buildup. Just his tongue, flat and hot, right where I needed it. My knees almost buckled.
Graham caught me. His arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me upright. His mouth found my neck. One hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing my nipple.
I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t think. Kane’s hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him. Graham’s teeth grazed my shoulder.
“She’s shaking,” Graham said over my head to Kane.
Kane pulled back just enough to speak. “I know.” Then his mouth was on me again.
I reached back, grabbed Graham’s hip, needing something to hold onto. He pressed closer against me. I could feel him hard against my lower back through his pants.
Kane pushed two fingers inside me. His tongue kept moving. I gasped. Graham’s hand slid down my belly, and for a moment, his fingers tangled with Kane’s, both of them touching me at once.
I came faster than I expected. A small one, quick, my body still adjusting to the overload. I sagged back against Graham’s chest.
Kane looked up at me. Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “That’s one.”
Graham laughed against my neck. “We’re just getting started.”
Graham took my hand. “Bedroom.”
It wasn’t a question.
I let him lead me down the hall, my legs still unsteady. Kane followed.
Graham’s bedroom was minimal. A big bed with white sheets. He guided me onto it, and I lay back, looking up at them.
They stood on either side of the bed. Both shirtless. Both watching me. Then they moved at the same time, climbing onto the bed, one on each side of me.
Kane’s mouth found my neck. Graham’s found my breast. Four hands moving over my skin. My belly. My thighs. The inside of my knee.
I closed my eyes. Tried to track who was touching where. Kane’s rough fingers on my hip. Graham’s softer ones tracing my ribs. Then they shifted, and I lost it. Couldn’t tell anymore.
A mouth on my inner thigh. Another on my nipple. Fingers sliding between my legs. Fingers in my hair. I was floating in sensation, untethered from anything solid.
This was actually happening. Two men. Four hands. Two mouths. All of it focused on me. I’d thought about this. Late at night, alone, I’d let myself wonder what it would be like. The reality was more. More hands than I could track. More heat. More of everything.
Someone’s tongue found my clit. Someone else’s teeth grazed my neck. I arched up off the bed, and hands pressed me back down. Whose hands? I didn’t know. Didn’t care.
“She likes that.” A murmur. I couldn’t tell who said it.
“Do it again.” The other said.
The tongue on my clit circled slowly. Deliberately. Graham. I knew his patience, even here. The mouth on my neck bit down lightly. Kane.
I opened my eyes. Looked down. Graham was between my legs, his hands spreading my thighs wider. Kane was beside me, propped on one elbow, watching my face while his free hand roamed my body.
“You’re so wet.” Graham. His breath warm against me. Then his mouth again. Slow. Thorough.
Kane’s hand found my breast. Squeezed. “You should see your face right now.”
I couldn’t imagine what I looked like. Flushed. Overwhelmed. Greedy. I wanted more. I wanted everything they would give me.
Graham slid two fingers inside me while his tongue kept working. I gasped. Kane leaned down and kissed me, swallowing the sound. His hand moved from my breast to my throat. Not squeezing. Just resting there, feeling my pulse.
I was climbing again. Faster this time.
Graham’s fingers curled inside me, finding the spot, pressing. His tongue flicked faster.
Kane pulled back from the kiss. Watched me. “She’s close.”
“I know.” Graham didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down.
I came harder than before. My back arched off the bed. I heard myself make a sound I didn’t recognize. Kane held me through it, his hand still on my throat, his eyes on my face. Graham kept his mouth on me until I pushed his head away.
I lay there. Breathing. Trying to remember how my body worked.
Kane stood up from the bed. Unbuckled his belt. I watched him shove his pants down. His cock was hard, thick, familiar. He stroked himself once, watching me watch him.
On my other side, Graham stood, too. He undressed the way he did everything. Deliberate. He folded his pants over a chair.
Two naked men. Both hard. Both looking at me like I was the only thing in the room.
“How do you want me?” My voice came out rough. Wrecked.
Kane climbed back onto the bed. “On your knees.”
I rolled over. Got on all fours. Kane moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, his cock pressing against me. Not inside yet. Waiting.
Graham kneeled in front of me. His hand cupped my jaw. Tilted my face up. “Open.”
I opened my mouth. Graham slid inside. Slow. Letting me adjust. I relaxed my throat, took him deeper.
Behind me, Kane pushed in. One long stroke. I moaned around Graham’s cock. My hands gripped the sheets. Full at both ends. Overwhelmed.
Kane started moving. Hard. Fast. The way he always fucked. Each thrust pushed me forward onto Graham. I couldn’t control the rhythm. They were controlling it. Using me.
I loved it.
“Fuck.” Kane’s grip tightened on my hips. “She feels so good.”
Graham’s hand stroked my hair. Almost gentle. “She’s good at this, too. But normally, she isn’t so distracted.”
I tried to say something. Protest. Defend myself. It came out as nothing around his cock.