Sophie Oak - Two to Love

“You taste so good, babe.” Zane’s deep grumble was a wave of pleasure rolling across her flesh. His fingers slid through her labia, parting her for the slow slide of his tongue. He licked and nibbled at her tender flesh. His tongue darted all around, lighting up her nerve endings. It wasn’t enough. It felt so, so good, but it just wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She’d been so nervous before, wondering if this was the right thing to do. But now, as his tongue worshipped her, she wondered why she’d waited. This was so sweet. Callie pushed her pussy toward Zane’s face, begging for more. He growled and speared her with his tongue. His strong tongue went straight up her cunt and then he pulled out. He licked in forceful strokes from her clit all the way down. Callie was building toward something she’d never felt before. The little pleasures she’d gained from her fingers were nothing like this.

Nate’s lips pulled at her nipple. He rolled the one he wasn’t suckling with his fingers. When Callie managed to get her head up off the bed, she watched the two men pleasuring her with their mouths and hands. It was a beautiful sight. Zane slipped a finger into her pussy.

“She’s going to be so tight.” He moaned, coming up for air. Callie could see the evidence of her arousal on his chin and lips. His tongue came out to lap it up as he curled his finger deep inside her.

Nate came off her breast. “I think I need to try some of that honey of hers.” He turned his body around and leaned over. While Zane added a second finger, Nate’s tongue worked her clit. Zane added a third finger. He fucked her gently, curling his fingers deep inside. Callie’s hands clawed at the comforter, and her hips moved restlessly under their ministrations.

“She’s close.” Zane was watching her carefully, his deep green eyes hooded with lust.

Zane was right. When Nate sucked her clit between his lips, she went off like a rocket. Every muscle she had tensed and released in a great wash of relief. It started in her pussy and rolled over her body like a wave. Callie cried out. Little tremors shook her as Nate continued to lave her clit gently now. Zane pulled his fingers out and moved up the bed.

“Up, babe.” He pushed her up, sliding in behind her. “Don’t worry about a thing. It won’t hurt for long.”

Callie opened her eyes, and Nate was on his knees, rolling a condom over his cock. Zane’s hands smoothed down her hair. He whispered soothing words into her ear as Nate arranged her legs and started to penetrate her.

“Oh, Callie, baby, you feel so fucking good.” Nate’s face was contorted with the effort it took him to thrust slowly.

She tensed as his big cock stretched her. It hurt. He was so big and she was small. He took his time, thrusting in slowly and retreating. He gained ground inch by inch. All the while, Zane told her how pretty she was, how he couldn’t wait to be the man fucking her. She struggled to breathe as the pressure seemed to expand. Zane nibbled on her ear as Nate worked his way in carefully. She wanted to yell at him, to tell him to get it over with, but every time she thought she couldn’t take another second of the maddening advance and retreat, Zane would lick or gently bite her sensitive lobe, and she would shiver with the touch.  Gradually, she relaxed, and Nate finally pressed forward. She felt something tear and then he was in. He was inside her body. It was so intimate. She felt so connected. The pain was a small thing in comparison to the pleasure they were giving her.

Nate held himself still. A fine sheen of sweat clung to his skin. It transferred to her where they touched, a sweet adhesive keeping them bound together. His body shook a little as he looked down at her. “Okay, now?”

She responded by wrapping her legs around his lean waist and pushing up to take him deeper. It still hurt a bit, but she wanted more. She wanted the deep connection she felt. His cock filled her, and she loved the way he started to shake when she clamped down on him. She pushed up against him, wanting to experiment with this feeling. It was delicious and decadent to be so filled with another human being. Behind her, Zane’s cock pressed against her spine. Zane’s hips were moving, twitching against her back.

“Fuck,” Nate groaned and started thrusting. He leaned over and ate at her lips. He kissed her, never letting up on the slow slide of his cock. His tongue played with hers, fucking her mouth as he did the same to her pussy. He hissed and pushed himself up. Callie let her hands caress his waist. She wanted to touch every part of him. She let her head loll against Zane’s neck. She was nestled in between them. What would it feel like to have them both?

“I’m not going to last.” Nate’s eyes were pleading. His face bunched up, and the muscles of his shoulders corded.

Zane seemed to know just what to do. His right hand slid in between their bodies and found her clit as Nate pressed in and withdrew. The pad of Zane’s big thumb made circles around her clit. He started wide and got closer and closer as Nate tunneled in and pulled back out. Callie’s head rolled against Zane’s warm chest as the feeling built. Each thrust had Callie moaning.

“Please.” She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know where this was going. She tried not to think because, even in her passion, that question scared the crap out of her. Even while she was fighting for her orgasm, she knew this was more than sex for her.

“Give it to her, Zane. I can’t take it anymore.”

When Zane pushed down on her throbbing clit, she cried out as she came.

It seemed to break something in Nate. His carefully measured strokes lost their rhythm, and his head fell forward. He ground his pelvis against hers, pressing Zane’s hand between them, making her come all over again. She let her head fall back and felt Zane’s mouth on her cheek, kissing her as he rubbed that nubbin of flesh that dominated her life in those moments. Nate pressed deep and then shouted as he came. He thrust one last time, holding himself against her before falling into her arms.

Callie let herself float for a moment. It felt so good to be between them, but Zane had a problem. “Zane?”

He laughed against her ear. “Already taken care of, babe. You were so hot I came like a fucking fifteen-year-old.” He pressed against her back. She could feel he was already getting hard again. “But I’ll be inside you soon enough.”

Nate looked up, his eyes heavy. “One night isn’t enough. Stay with us for the weekend.”

A weekend? Not a good idea. She was crazy about them now. What would she feel like if she really got to know them? Could her heart handle it?

Callie decided she would rather have a broken heart than never to have risked it. She let her hands tangle in Nate’s hair as she whispered her answer. One night was definitely not enough.

Callie Sheppard looked slightly out of place in the big, elegant suite, Zane decided. She would be much more at home in the woods. That was where nymphs lived. The pretty ones, not the maniac kind. He’d known a couple of those, and some had been pretty. Callie was a fairy nymph. Right? He let his mind drift back to some old college classes and decided that she was definitely a nymph. A super hot, curvy, sweet-as-sin nymph.

“So, where are you from?” Callie asked.

Why had Nate left them alone? He swallowed. He wasn’t used to talking to women about anything serious. He searched his thoughts to come up with the last actual date he’d been on. Was it a date if you paid for the beers and then screwed the chick in the back room of the bar? There hadn’t been a lot of talking with that one.

“Fort Worth.” It was simple enough. He could answer her questions. He’d just be really brief. “But I was born in Austin. My dad moved us to Fort Worth when I was eight, and then he was gone by the time I was ten. I think my mom always missed Austin, though.”

Where the hell had that come from? She didn’t care that his mom had been left alone. She had been a crappy mom, but at least he understood that much about her. But Callie was just making small talk.

“I bet you missed it, too. It must have been hard leaving home like that.” She leaned forward on the couch, the edges of her terry cloth robe gaping open. Her bags had arrived earlier, and she’d slipped into the comfy thing after her shower. He’d wanted to hop into the shower with her but held back. She was probably sore. He could be overwhelming. God, he didn’t want to hurt her.

“It was. I didn’t fit in real well up here.” That was an understatement. After his dad left, he hadn’t even fit in at home. He told Callie that, too. He didn’t seem capable of stopping. He talked about how one of his mom’s boyfriends had been an administrator at a private school. The school had everything except a good offensive lineman.

“Is that where you met Nate?”

He nodded. Nate had been a fairly decent quarterback. He’d gotten a hell of a lot better once Zane had started knocking down the people who came after him. They’d been close ever since.

Callie scratched at the robe and readjusted it. She seemed uncomfortable. Had Stefan been telling them the truth about Callie?

“You can take that off if you want.” He wouldn’t mind her sitting around naked.

Her face bunched up sweetly. “Are you sure?”

He was damn sure. He pulled his T-shirt over his head. “If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can take off my clothes, too.”

She shrugged out of the robe. “It’s okay. I know I’m weird, but I like being like this. It feels natural. It’s not like I don’t wear clothes in public or anything. I’m actually quite prim.”