Chapter 8 #2
And then I’m naked in front of two men who have never seen a naked woman who wasn’t in a book, and they are looking.
I’m not shy. I stand there in the firelight and let them check me out. I’m at a time in my life where the boobs are still perky, my stomach is flat and smooth and thank god I shaved everything perfectly prior to leaving the house. I feel good, and I’m happy they like what they see.
Sebastian’s eyes go everywhere at once. Maxim’s go slowly, from my face down and back up again, and stop on my breasts and linger.
“You are…” Sebastian starts and doesn’t finish.
“Yes,” Maxim rasps. “She is so very beautiful. I love you,” he says.
I look at Sebastian first. “And I love you.”
Then at Maxim. “I love you, too, Maxim.”
I put a hand flat on each of their chests. “Nobody has ever chosen me. Not once. And you did it twice.”
Sebastian makes a sound. Maxim closes his eyes.
“Now it’s my turn to undress the both of you.”
I spend time pulling Sebastian’s shirt off and over his head.
I love seeing that perfect chest again. And then seeing Maxim’s equally muscular torso.
Taking off Maxim’s jeans, and then Sebastian’s is simply wonderful.
I take my time, and they let me. When they are both kicked away along with black underwear, I get my answer to the question I asked in that bed this morning.
Two erections bob in front of me and they are both bigger than anything I’ve ever taken before.
“Oh my god.”
Maxim strokes his leaking cock. “We’ll make sure you can take us.”
I lick my lips, fantasizing about taking that in my mouth.
They lay me back onto the bed.
Sebastian has his hands on my thighs and is between my legs. Maxim is beside me, up on his knees. This is how it’s going to be this first time. Sebastian will go first, inside me. Maxim’s hands on me. And I assume then they will switch.
But first, mouths.
Sebastian’s mouth is on me. He licks at the moisture between my thighs and finds my clit within moments. He’s licking and sucking at my swollen clit, listening to my whines and gasps of pleasure. “I’m so close,” I warn him. “Don’t stop.” I feel the first orgasm lurking, close and scary-big.
Maxim kisses me and holds my face in both his hands, and I come the first time like that, with Maxim’s name in my mouth. Sebastian’s tongue inside me.
After a moment I come back to earth and I see Sebastian sit up, using the back of his hand to wipe my juices from his face. Then Sebastian comes up over me, and he’s shaking. “I’ve never…” He notches the crown of his thick cock at my sopping wet entrance.
“I know. Just go slow at first.”
I can feel that first slow slide. He’s big and I’m small and it is exactly as much as I can take. Maxim’s hand is on my face, turning me to look at him.
“Look at me. Tell him.”
“More.”
“Wren.” Sebastian, wrecked, above me.
“I want all of it, now.”
While Sebastian moves in me, Maxim’s fingers find my nipples.
Rolling. Pinching. Exactly the pressure I’d never have thought to ask for, the way he did against the bookcase, and when I gasp he does it again.
Then one hand slides down between me and Sebastian, and his fingers are on my sensitive clit, slow circles in time with Sebastian’s hips, and I am being coordinated.
I am being handled by two men who have never once had to talk about it, who’ve cleared rooms together for ten years and are clearing me now, and it is the most attention anyone has ever paid to me in my life.
“Harder,” I tell Sebastian, and he gives it to me.
“Don’t stop,” I tell Maxim, and he doesn’t.
They never touch each other. Maxim’s hand and Sebastian’s body are an inch apart the whole time, and they stay an inch apart, and both of them are watching my face.
Sebastian is fucking me hard and in fact a little bit rough, the way I like.
And I’ve got Maxim touching me at the same time.
And it’s building again. The second one.
Sebastian feels it too—I know because his rhythm changes, deepens, and his mouth goes to my throat.
His tongue drags across my skin.
Tingling. Warm and spreading, all down my neck and into my chest, and I understand now what he meant by something in our saliva.
“Now?” he says, against my throat.
Maxim’s fingers don’t stop.
“Now.”
I come, and he bites.
Pressure. Then the opposite of pain.
The pull of him drinking—I feel it everywhere, a wave that doesn’t crest, my orgasm going on and on while he swallows and moves in me and Maxim’s fingers stay on my clit and Maxim’s other hand is in my hair holding me still for it.
Sebastian roars against my neck. I feel him come inside me and keep coming, hot, more than I knew a body could hold.
Somewhere at the top of it I say I love you. I don’t remember saying it. Sebastian tells me later that I did, twice, and that Maxim heard it too.
The pleasure is so acute as to be almost painful and goes on longer than anything has a right to, and then, slowly, it ends.
I’m lying under a Krovenian prince with his fangs in my throat and his cock still hard inside me and a lord’s hand flat on my stomach, and I’ve never been so completely held in my life.
He licks the wound closed. I feel it seal.
“You are mine.”
“Yours.”
Sebastian detaches and lifts off me, his thick cock sliding out of me in a warm gush. I find myself crossing my legs, wanting to keep all of his cum inside of me.
I put my fingers on the bite mark and find it raised and warm.
Maxim’s hand is on the other side of my throat. Flat. Steady. His eyes on me.
Sebastian grins. “Told you it’d fit.”
I laugh, and it comes out wet.
Maxim leans down and kisses the mark Sebastian made. Then he kisses my mouth and speaks against my lips. “Now me.”