Lark
“I have a confession to make,” she almost whispered as she watched Rocco stoke the fire.
The great room was glowing with orange and yellow light from the fire, making everything look so comfy and safe.
She felt at home in Rocco’s cabin, and that was new for her since her father’s house never felt like her home. It felt more like a prison.
“What’s that?” Dante asked. He sat down next to her on the sofa, and Rocco sat on her other side. They were giving her their full attention, and suddenly, she felt too hot to actually make words come out of her mouth.
“Shit,” Dante breathed. “Of course you are. I never gave much thought to the fact that you were so sheltered and probably didn’t get to date.”
“I never dated,” she admitted. “My father wouldn’t allow it. He told me that I needed to remain pure for what he had planned for me. I never imagined that my first time would be with someone I cared about—let alone two someones.”
“You’ve never even been on a date?” Rocco asked.
Lark shook her head. “No.”
“Damn,” Rocco breathed. “You deserve better than this, Lark.”
“Better than what?” she asked.
“You deserve to be treated like a princess. You deserve flowers and dinner out—you know, a real date,” Rocco said.
“Instead, you got two men wanting to fuck you in a cabin,” Dante grumbled. “We’re idiots.” Lark had always liked Dante’s directness, but now it just made her hot. Hearing him say that he wanted to fuck her made her girl parts do things that they had never done before.
“You want to, um, fuck me?” she asked.
“Honey, if we wanted you any more, we’d all be in trouble,” Rocco growled.
“What if I said that I’d like for you to do that to me?” she asked. “Both of you.”
“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not ready for, Lark,” Dante assured. “We can take this as slowly as you need us to.” She had waited her whole life for this, and there was no way that she’d want them to slow down now.
“Nothing about the three of us has been slow,” she breathed. “I don’t want you to slow down. I want you—both of you, please.” She didn’t miss the look that Dante gave Rocco. It was as though they were trying to decide what their next move was going to be.
“You’re sure?” Rocco asked.
“I am,” she said. She leaned in to gently kiss Rocco’s lips, loving the growl that escaped his chest. He was so intense when he kissed her—like he couldn’t get enough of her.
When she finished kissing Rocco, she turned to Dante.
He looked like he wanted to eat her alive, and God, he was sexy.
“Your turn,” she whispered against his lips.
She gently kissed him, and when he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her against his body, she knew that they were both going to give her exactly what she had asked them for.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Dante growled against her lips. “I promise that we’ll make this good for you, baby.”
“I know you will. I trust you—both of you.” She reached back to take Rocco’s hand, loving the way that it felt to be completely surrounded by the two of them. It was crazy to think of them as her men, but that was exactly how she felt about them.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Rocco whispered in her ear. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it up over her head. When he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra, he sucked in his breath.
“See," Dante said, “sexy as fuck.” He grabbed handfuls of her breasts as Rocco kissed his way down her neck. They were touching and kissing her everywhere, and she was sure that she’d combust if they didn’t stop.
Dante laid her back and worked her sweatpants down her legs, leaving her completely bare between them.
“I’m going to taste you, honey,” he growled.
“Are you good with that?” She shyly nodded, and Dante wasted no time settling between her legs.
He spread her open, pulling one leg over his shoulder as he kissed his way up her thigh.
She lay back against Rocco, and he dipped his head to kiss her. He wasn’t gentle. Nothing about the way that he was touching her and kissing her was gentle, and she loved that he seemed to know what she needed.
“We’re going to make you feel so good, honey,” Rocco promised. He palmed her breasts with his big, calloused hands. Dante ran his tongue through her drenched folds, and the combination of what they were doing to her nearly made her buck off the sofa.
“Hold her down,” Dante ordered. Rocco didn’t seem to have any issues with taking orders from Dante. He pinned her to his body and kissed her with a new fever, mimicking everything that Dante was doing to her pussy. God, she had never felt so wanted and, dare she say it—loved.
Dante pumped two fingers inside of her body, stretching her as he sucked her clit into his hot mouth. “Dante,” she shouted. She knew that she was close, but she wasn’t sure what to do about everything the two of them were making her feel.
“It’s okay, honey,” Rocco said against her lips.
“Just let go for us.” She relaxed, and within seconds, she felt like her entire body had hummed to life.
Hell, she was pretty sure that she had left her body for a few seconds as she shouted their names and rode Dante’s mouth, taking what she needed from him.
He knelt between her legs and pulled his shirt off, giving her quite a show. “So fucking perfect,” he said. “Are you ready for Rocco to fuck you?” he asked.
She looked back at Rocco and nodded. “Yes,” she breathed.
“Are you sure that you want me to be your first?” Rocco asked. He looked between her and Dante and seemed so unsure of where he fit into everything that was happening between them.
“I’m sure,” she said. Lark turned and crawled onto his lap, straddling his impressive erection through his sweatpants. Rocco moaned and grabbed her hips, and it felt as though her whole world was about to explode. Maybe it was.
“Fuck, honey,” he growled. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked.
She shyly shook her head. “No, but I want to know. Tell me what to do, Rocco,” she breathed. He looked over at Dante, who was smiling at him like an idiot. God, he wanted to punch the guy right about now, but then he’d have to take his attention from Lark, and that wasn’t happening.
She dipped her hands into his sweatpants, and he hissed out his breath as she ran her hands over his cock.
“Shit,” he growled. Rocco tugged his pants down and pulled her over his cock.
“Take your time, honey,” he said. He didn’t mean it, but he couldn’t be a selfish ass.
He wanted her seated on his lap, riding his cock, but he also knew that her first time might not be too pleasant for her.
She slid her pussy over his dick, and when she carefully lined him up with her drenched opening, he felt as though he was holding his breath. “Like this?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” Dante said. “Slide yourself over his cock.” Having Dante give Lark instructions on how to fuck him should have felt strange, but it didn’t. It was hot as hell.
Lark slowly slid herself over his shaft and sat down on him, inch by inch. “Fuck,” he breathed when she stilled over him. “You okay, honey?” he asked.
“I think so,” she whispered, “I just need a second.”
“I think you need a distraction,” Dante said. He knelt beside her, and she reached for him as he ran his hands over her taut nipples. Lark moaned and wiggled on Rocco’s lap, making him moan her name.
She smiled down at him and moved again. Rocco grabbed onto her hips and dug his fingers into her fleshy ass. “You good, honey?” he asked again.
“I think so,” she said. “I’m just not sure how to do this now.” He moved her hips, sliding her up and down his cock. She reached for Dante again, wrapping her hands around his cock. He thrust into her palms, taking what she was offering him.
“Fuck our girl, Rocco,” Dante ordered. “I need a turn with her next.” He leaned in to kiss Lark’s mouth, and when he finished with her, she gave Rocco the same attention. She was completely caught up between them and their need for her, and it was all she had ever wanted.
Rocco rolled her under his body, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
He didn’t seem to need anything more from Lark to know that she was on board for all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.
She wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky, but being with Dante and Rocco was the best thing to ever happen to her.
He pumped in and out of her body, and she gifted him with her breathy little moans, and when she shouted out his name, she knew that she was a goner. Her guys were consuming her body, mind, and soul now. They belonged to her now, whether they knew it or not.
“Shit,” Dante shouted. She looked over at him, not able to take her eyes off the way he was stroking his cock. God, she wanted to do that for him. She wanted to be everything for both of her guys.
“Dante,” she breathed. Her voice sounded like she was asking and pleading with him to give her what she needed. He seemed to know exactly what to do next. He walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at her with his cock still in his hands.
“Open your mouth, honey,” he ordered. She smiled at him and did as he asked. Dante slid into her mouth, letting his cock play with the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” Rocco breathed. “That’s so fucking hot.” She let them both take over her body, using it for their own pleasures and getting so much in return from them both.
Rocco shouted out her name first, pumping his seed deep inside her body. Dante quickly followed him over, coming in hot spurts down her throat. Being theirs felt perfect in ways that she had never expected it to, and Lark wasn’t sure that she’d ever be able to live without either of them now.
They collapsed onto the bed together, and she lay between them, tangled up with their bodies. She lay like that for what felt like forever before saying what she needed to. “When tonight’s over, please don’t just walk away from me,” she whispered.