Chapter Six #2
By the time dessert was served, her hands trembled slightly, her nerves on edge.
She knew they could sense it too—the way her breath hitched whenever one of them leaned a little too close or when their fingers brushed against hers as they passed her a glass of wine.
The tension was building, layer by layer, and she barely held herself together as the meal wound to a close.
Nathan set down his fork, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. “You seem a little distracted tonight, Felicity. Everything all right?”
She blinked, trying to snap out of her haze. “Y—yes, everything’s fine,” she stammered, though the way her voice wavered gave her away.
John chuckled softly, his gaze warm and knowing. “No need to be nervous,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “Nathan and I have wanted to talk to you about something.”
Nathan, who had been watching her intently, nodded in agreement but said nothing, waiting for John to continue. John took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers.
“These past few weeks, we haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. We want more of this. More of you.” He paused for a breath. “We want you to consider moving in with us—”
“Yes,” she blurted out before he even finished asking.
John’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yes?”
“Yes,” Felicity repeated, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart.
“Oh God, yes. Do you have any idea how boring my life has been during the past two weeks? I used to be content with my routines and my job. It was comfortable and safe. But being with you—here—it’s like everything has come alive.
You make me feel things I’ve never felt before, give me experiences I never imagined. ”
John looked intrigued, while Nathan’s eyes darkened with approval.
“You make me feel truly alive,” Felicity continued, her eyes meeting theirs with a blend of longing and determination.
“The excitement, the passion—everything here is so vivid and intense. I crave it. I want to wake up every day with that same thrill, to be a part of your world. I want to be with both of you and share this adventure that’s so different from anything I’ve ever known. ”
“Are you sure you understand what this means?” John asked, his voice gentle but serious. “Living here means you’ll be living by our rules, and it’s a commitment beyond just the physical. You’re stepping into a new life.”
Felicity nodded eagerly. “I understand. I want this. I want the excitement, the passion, everything that comes with being with you both. I’m tired of my old life, the predictability. Here, with you, I feel like I’m finally living. I need that. I need you.”
Nathan’s eyes darkened with an intense, almost primal satisfaction. “That’s my girl,” he whispered proudly, stepping closer and taking her hand. “We’ll take care of you, baby girl. Whatever you need, it’s yours.”
“Can we start with a new wardrobe?” she asked with a half smile. “Something tells me you two have some ideas on how you want me to dress, but there is no way I’m wearing some other woman’s clothes.”
“Done,” John said softly. He reached out and gently cupped her face. “Whatever you want, just ask. And it is yours.”
“Then promise you’ll never leave me alone again. Life feels so boring without you now.”
“We’ll never leave you,” he promised softly. “You’re not just a passing fancy for us. This is real. Are you ready for that?”
Felicity’s heart raced as she looked between them, the finality of her decision settling over her. “I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement and resolve.
John stood and moved to her side, his touch reassuring as he guided her to her feet. Nathan stood beside her, and they led her out of the dining room. As they entered the bedroom, John’s eyes met hers with tenderness and possessiveness. They stood side by side in front of her, looking at her.
Felicity joined them, tipping her head back as they claimed her lips.
First Nathan and John, their hands roaming over her body as they laid claim to their possession.
John’s hands gripped her waist, his eyes locking onto hers before his tongue found hers, and in that instant, the world around them disappeared.
All that remained was the sheer intensity of pleasure, so overwhelming that Felicity felt as if she would never be the same again.
Desperately, she tried to kiss him back, searching for some small shred of control to avoid being overtaken by him.
“Oh no, sweetheart,” he growled, a smirk on his lips. “You’ll do exactly what Daddy wants.” His arm wrapped around her, pulling her firmly against him as his other hand caught her jaw, and he claimed her lips in a fierce kiss.
John’s kiss demanded everything, controlling her every response as waves of fiery need and frustration surged through Felicity.
She was consumed by the sensations ripping through her, tangled with anger and a hunger that only this one man seemed capable of awakening in her.
A hunger she fought desperately not to let destroy her.
She met his tongue with her own, battling for dominance, refusing to let him take control without a fight.
Every stroke of his lips and push of his tongue infuriated her, each kiss stoking her rage even as it made her want him more.
Her body burned with the intensity of it, sensitized by the touch of his hands and lips.
When he pulled away, a frustrated moan escaped her lips.
But then Nathan took over, his hand cradling her face as his tongue explored her mouth.
His dominance was raw and undeniable, and Felicity felt her defenses crumble.
Something about his wild, untethered energy drew her in, making resistance impossible.
The pleasure between them was intoxicating and unlike anything she had ever felt before.
She knew it would be her undoing, but the thought of resisting them was beyond her. How could she resist two men who brought her nothing but pleasure? A moan tore from her as Nathan’s tongue plunged into her mouth, teasing and nipping at her lips, making her body tremble.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, mussing it as John’s hands slid beneath her dress, his rough fingertips stroking her sides and stomach. The sensations ignited a fire within her that burned out of control. Her body ached for more, every touch driving her deeper into the flames of lust.
Her mind raced as their hands explored her body.
One of them unclasped her bra, drawing a gasp from her throat, though it was impossible to tell which of them had done it.
There was no separation between their touches, only endless, overwhelming pleasure.
Heat pulsed through her, spreading from her core as her body begged for more.
Nathan’s fingers found her nipples, tugging and twisting them with firm pressure, sending sharp waves of pleasured pain straight to her core.
She knew it had to be Nathan because his touch was rougher, more demanding than John’s.
Her body responded eagerly, wetness gathering between her legs as her pussy grew more sensitive with every stroke.
John quickly pulled her dress down, letting it pool at her feet, and unclasped her bra.
In her desperation, she reached for his shirt, yanking at it until buttons scattered across the floor, needing to feel his skin against hers.
She was ravenous, consumed by a hunger that made no sense but that she couldn’t deny.
“Damn you,” she cried out, her voice filled with frustration and longing.
She was furious—furious with him, with herself—because once he had touched her, she had been lost. His lips moved to her neck, trailing hot kisses over the sensitive skin as her body trembled beneath him.
“I need you to fuck me now,” she gasped, her head falling back as the pleasure overtook her.
“We’ll decide when you get fucked,” Nathan growled in response. “Shut up and give me that kiss.”
His lips crashed over hers again, a fierce, hungry kiss that threatened to overwhelm her.
Felicity barely noticed they were moving, her body drawn to them like a moth to a flame.
The need inside her blazed, consuming her as they guided her toward the bed.
Their hands roamed over her body, pulling off clothes, leaving her exposed and desperate for their touch.
John’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb and forefinger gripping her nipple just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her. As her back arched in response, the tension between her thighs exploded into pure, unfiltered desire. Her body was soaked in lust, begging for their possession.
Her scalp tingled as John pulled her head back, his teeth grazing her neck and sending shivers down her spine. She moaned, her body screaming for more.
“John,” she whispered, her voice pleading, her skin burning beneath his touch.
“So fucking pretty,” Nathan rasped, his voice filled with raw desire. “I’ve been dying to taste those hard little nipples again.”
His head lowered, his breath warm against her sensitive skin, and when his tongue finally flicked over her nipple, the heat that surged through her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. His tongue teased and soothed, making her nipple harder and more sensitive.
“You taste like honey, Felicity,” Nathan growled. “And all I want is to eat you up.”
The playfulness and raw hunger in his voice sent a flood of need racing through her. She was lost to them now, consumed by the pleasure they could only give.
His body tensed under her touch as her fingers glided from his shoulders to his neck, tangling in his hair.
The sensation of his tongue was an intoxicating mix of rough and smooth, sending waves of pleasure as it stroked over her most sensitive spot.
When his tongue pressed harder, focusing on the delicate nerve endings, she arched closer, seeking more, craving more.