My thighs were damp and the cream covering my shaved skin turned me on as much as what they were doing to me did.
I touched both of them. Spreading my fingers over their shoulder blades and back, it was kind of fun exploring their bodies. A bit of confidence built inside me. They seemed so pleased with me it helped me want to please them. Suddenly I wanted to know what it would look like to see them groaning with pleasure, to watch while they came.
I really wished I had more experience in this area. I guess I was paying a hell of a fee to gain that experience. And so typical—when I want something, I take it to the extreme so that I walk away fully educated in every detail. Talk about sex-ed extravaganza! I would learn all there was to know all at once.
And damn! If these two weren’t eager to share with me every bit of skill that they possessed. It was impossible to say which one I enjoyed more. If I closed my eyes, and I did even though they wanted me watching, and stroked their bodies, I couldn’t tell them apart. Not until I reached their faces and felt that wonderful wavy hair and smooth bald head. Of course, I knew which one was on which side of me, but still, it was an interesting discovery while brushing my fingertips back down their shoulders and to their arms. Their muscles bulged the same, rippled and stretched under smooth skin the same. My compliments to their trainer for buffing them up so perfectly.
Nicolas and Tomas continued devouring my breasts until every inch of me pulsed with need. I wanted their mouths elsewhere. More than anything, I ached to feel them inside me. If I could remember how to speak, I’d let them know that. But not only was I not sure my mouth would work at the moment, my brain didn’t seem interested in forming words for me to say.
So I did the next best thing. I dragged my nails down their backs, scraping their skin with my fingernails. Both men groaned and arched their backs slightly—just enough to show me I gave them pleasure.
A sensation hit me harder than all the lust consuming my body. I could control both of these men. Not with my words. Not with manipulative behavior—but with touch. With my body.
I almost laughed out loud. My body, with my 34Bs and soft tummy that wasn’t firm and trim like so many of the ladies in my world, had both of these men harder than steel. My fingernails, professionally done at my local salon before I left town, had them purring like cats.
Very dangerous and virile cats.
I raked their backs harder with my fingernails.
“Damn, baby.” Nicolas bit my nipple hard enough that a shock wave rattled my entire body.
I dug into his flesh and he gripped my arm, raising his face to mine.
“A small amount of pain intensifies the pleasure, don’t you think?”
I opened my mouth, but then got lost in his sultry gaze.
Tomas grunted, as if seconding the statement, and then pressed his hand over my abdomen, stretching his fingers while whipping my tender nipple with his tongue.
“Not too much,” Nicolas added. “But just enough to stimulate the body, allow it to feel and experience every bit of pleasure possible.”
“That makes sense.” My lips were dry and I ran my tongue over them but it didn’t help. I swallowed.
Nicolas smiled. “There are parts of the body,” he squeezed the nipple he’d just sucked, “that will offer stimulation to other parts of the body if they are tormented just enough. Some might call it torture, without the pain.”
“It’s certainly stimulating me.” Simply staring into his beautiful face, so dark with eyes that looked like they knew my mind better than I did, was a form of torture in itself. I ached to know more about him, learn why he was here, and how he learned so much about sexual pleasure.
As gorgeous as he was, it wasn’t hard to figure out the latter.
“I can only imagine what else you might know,” I prodded.
“Today you’ll do more than imagine.” Nicolas spoke with calm confidence. His baritone was equivalent to that of a deadly purr.
“Oh really? I can imagine a lot.” I didn’t blush this time. And I was damned proud of my increase in confidence.
Not that I ever thought I wasn’t good. I know I am. And intelligent, and all that other stuff. But I’m no runway model, which were the kind of women I would imagine on the arms of men like Tomas and Nicolas. My father told me so many times that I was blessed with the kind of looks a man would marry and not want an affair with. As much as I know his words were meant to be kind, I understood what he truly said. The drop-dead gorgeous ladies would get all of the attention, and I would get the boring, yet secure life.
The only problem is that I didn’t want boring and secure. I wanted wild, untamed, and challenging.
Tomas’s hand pressed lower until he cupped my smooth pussy. It had been a last-minute decision, shaving everything off down there. But I figured what the hell! If I were going to have mind-blowing sex for two weeks, then I might as well go all the way and prepare my body for the adventure.
He spread my flesh wide open with his fingers, exposing my clitoris to the open air. My legs stiffened, as did the rest of me, as if my body would do anything to protect that small, but incredibly sensitive part of me.
“Relax, Natalie,” Tomas encouraged. “Let us show you what you’ve only imagined.”
“And maybe a few things you’ve never imagined,” Nicolas added.
For a second, I thought I saw a wicked glow in his eyes. It faded quickly but it was enough to make my heart race way too quickly. And I held my breath, which didn’t do much in helping me relax.
Tomas pressed one finger against my clit, holding it there. My hips leapt off the bed and both men chuckled. But they weren’t laughing at me. I knew that as I sailed over the edge, closing my eyes as the dam of pressure they’d created inside me while sucking my nipples exploded and a rush of moisture soaked my pussy.
“Good girl,” I heard Tomas say.
My gaze blurred as I stared at the white sparkly ceiling. “I’ve got quite an imagination,” I managed to utter in between pants.
“You aren’t imagining this.” Nicolas leaned into me, lifting my head and offering my wine to me. “Drink,” he instructed.
The wine moistened my mouth and lips and created a soothing sensation as it washed down my esophagus. “Thank you,” I whispered, taking the glass from him and taking another sip while relaxing my head against all the roped muscle in his arm.
He watched me, as if mesmerized by how I sipped wine, and didn’t say a word until I swallowed my third sip and offered the glass to him. Then his small smile raised my blood pressure quickly. Although I’ve always been fairly good at holding my alcohol, the vapors from good wine quickly floated to my head.
Nicolas placed the glass on the table by the bed and then turned his attention to me. Without hesitating, he pressed his lips over mine.
I opened willingly for him, and felt Tomas grip my legs and spread them. I focused on not fighting him, on relaxing and allowing him to do what he wished. Damn that took some effort.
If Nicolas noticed
