Nail Me 2X

by Nicole Elliot

  “Okay. Sure.” She stood up and smiled timidly.

  God, I couldn’t stop looking at her. Her face, her body, those lips…fuck. “Great.” My voice came out deeper than I intended. But I was fighting a hard on and I didn’t want it to show.

  “I’ll see you later I guess. Just text me your address.” She looked like she wanted to ask something else but didn’t.

  “Sure. I’ll be set around six,” I told her.

  “Okay. See you. Don’t forget to give Levi his pie, or I’ll rat you out that you ate them both.” She smiled one last time and then skipped off to her car.

  Of course, I watched her pert, round ass bounce as she did.

  11

  Adley

  I left the house in a daze.

  I didn’t know enough about what was going on to know what was good or bad. Everything looked okay, in theory. Most of it was torn to the bare bones or piled high with debris. I was almost relieved I couldn’t talk to Levi when I arrived. He was more…intimidating.

  When it came down to it, Tate was just as intimidating. He was just easier to talk to though, and I felt a little less out of my element around him. Maybe it was because he was not as intense as Levi. Tate didn’t have that brooding, alpha character to him that Levi did. Tate eluded confidence, and he did have that alpha male thing going on, but it wasn’t as in your face as Levi was.

  The two of them were very, very different. But I was also very, very attracted to them both. It sounded insane and it was crazy, I couldn’t even believe it myself. But I just was. I had only left two hours ago and was antsy to see Tate again. I wanted to see Levi too, but I had no idea how to explain that. It would not be fair either. I’m attracted to you both and I’m hoping you’re okay with that.

  There was no way in hell I could speak those words.

  I wondered how it would make me look, and how they would think of me. I liked to say I was a person that didn’t care what other people thought. Most of the time I didn’t, but this was just different. Sexuality makes everything different. Being attracted to two men was taboo and only to be desired in your head. It belonged in books and television, not in real life.

  But it existed. Obviously. And I didn’t know what to do about it.

  I was getting dressed to meet Tate for dinner when I really thought about it. I didn’t want to wear the same jeans over and over so I wore a dress. A simple blue shift dress with four buttons down the chest, that fit me like a glove.

  I decided I would be honest with Tate. It wouldn’t be conventional, but I had to find a way to tell him I was attracted to his friend too. From the way they interacted, they seemed like best friends. I didn’t want to be the one to mess that up. I wasn’t sure about real feelings for them besides like or interest, but the attraction—the inevitable pull of desire I couldn’t ignore in their presence—was undeniable. It felt wrong. Actually, it should feel wrong. But it didn’t.

  My strawberry blonde hair refused to cooperate, as always. I decided to just leave it down and let it do what it wished. The weather was still too sticky and humid, perks of being so close to the water, I guessed. So, I didn’t wear any makeup, just plain nude lipstick that made my lips look less like I had been biting on them. I was nervous, more than I ever had been before about anything.

  I wanted to appear cool, and confident. Like I had my life together, and less like someone between jobs, graced with a household she didn’t know how to run. I could do that. I could pretend.

  Tate had texted me his address and I was due there in twenty minutes, so I got going. I didn’t remember much of the area and I didn’t want to get lost. I did enjoy the drive though, because the scenery was nice. His house wasn’t far from my hotel, and I found the outside very charming. It was a cold gray color, with a colonial porch and pillars out front. It looked like a lot of handiwork went into it, and I wondered if he built it himself. He might have with Levi’s help.

  His truck was out front, along with a motorcycle, the sport kind. I imagined him riding it, but it didn’t quite fit. It fit Levi better. I took a deep breath, got out, and walked up the porch. My sandals scraped against the wooden planks. There was a bench by the door for sitting, and a side table as well. I got a very homey feeling from it.

  With a shaky hand, I rang the doorbell. My chest heaved with deep breaths, and I could swear I smelled what he was cooking. Something with basil and chicken. I had a knack for scents from working in the restaurant business so long. I heard heavy, even footsteps and then the door swung open. My eyes went to the broad, strong chest in front of me.

  “Um, hi…” I was a little confused since I was staring at Levi. His dark hair was wavy and disheveled as always, his green eyes bright with mischief.

  “Hey. Come on in, hun.” He grinned and led me inside. My insides fluttered at the feeling of his hand on the small of my back. It was only for a moment, but it still had me reeling.

  “I…um, isn’t this Tate’s place? He invited me for dinner. I didn’t know you were coming, um—I hope you don’t think I don’t want to see you or something but…gosh, I’m rambling.” I avoided his gaze and searched frantically for something else to look at.

  Levi chuckled and shook his head. “We both live here. We’re roommates,” he explained easily.

  I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Oh.”

  “He did tell me you were coming. And I appreciated the pie you brought. Cherry is my favorite, all sweet and delicious.” He licked his lips and looked over my body from head to toe, stopping at my chest. I felt the blush spreading there, like he was undressing me.

  “It’s no problem. So we’re all having dinner?” I asked. I let my own eyes appreciate the way his jeans fit his body. They weren’t as tight as the ones he wore to work, but the white washed casual look was good on him. His gray tee shirt had some abstract graphic on it that brought out the green in his eyes.

  “Yep, you want a tour?” He gestured to the living room.

  I followed his eyes. The foyer was right in the center of a dining room and an office, but I thought it was more of a glorified game room. The staircase hid behind a wall that had a few pictures on it, but nothing more. It really felt like the home of two men.

  “Okay. Sure.”

  12

  Adley

  The house was two levels but the tour didn’t take that long. I think he only said that to be alone with me. It bothered me, but only because I wasn’t sure if they both knew they had feelings for me. If they even did have feelings. I was used to men only being interested in my tits or my ass and just want to get me in bed. Them being my contractors set it up perfectly to not have to see me afterwards. Still, I just didn’t get that vibe from either of them.

  Levi looked at me in a way that said he wanted more than just me body.

  “So, you don’t have much memory of the Island?” He stared into my eyes at the foot of the staircase.

  He had shown me their media room, their bedrooms, and a few of the photos hanging on the wall. Tate had a few of him and his dad, and a few by himself. Levi had some blue print drawings, that looked like something an inventor would like. I got the sense he liked to do things from scratch, and was good with his hands.

  “No, not really. My grandmother loved it here. We met a lot half way, I didn’t really come here.” I shrugged. I was trying not to get too caught up with my emotions.

  Levi turned his eyes down and nodded. “Yeah. It’s hard to not regret stuff like that with family especially. At least you didn’t sell off her house to the highest bidder. It’s sweet that you want to fix it up.” He smiled, and it wasn’t that I want in your pants smile . It was sweet, and I never thought I would see it on him. But I knew it was rare.

  “Thank you. I wanted to do it.”

  He nodded and laughed. “Yeah. Well, let’s not leave Tate waiting, he loves people telling him he’s a good cook.” He turned and led me off to the kitchen.

  “Is he a good cook?” I giggled.
r />   “Someone has to do it around here,” Levi answered.

  We turned the corner of the living room to enter the kitchen. The counters were dark but the cabinets were light, and the floor was an old, reclaimed wood. It was very nice. There was a table off to the side with four chairs. Something was cooking and it did smell amazing.

  “Hey. I heard you guys come in, what happened?” Tate turned from the stove with a bright smile. His bright eyes lit up his face, and he brushed his hair back with his hand in a sexy, casual way. He had on jeans and a collared shirt, but he still looked just as at ease as he did when he had no shirt on. I wasn’t sure which look I liked better.

  “I was giving her the tour.” Levi answered as he went to the fridge. “What do you drink, hun?” he said to me.

  “Um, anything.”

  Tate winked at me and went back to the food on the stove.

  “It’s almost ready,” he said.

  Levi passed me a Blue Moon and opened one himself. He gestured for me to sit at the table. I sat on the left side and he sat at the end right next to me. His knee brushed mine and it brought my body alive, and my desires, too. It was hard to even swallow the beer. It sloshed around in my empty stomach. I nervously fiddled with the hem of my skirt, smiling timidly at Levi. I felt his eyes on me everywhere, especially my exposed chest. I should have worn something different. I didn’t pull it off very well, trying to be sexy when I was not sure I really was. I didn’t have that natural allure and I definitely couldn’t fake it very well. Levi didn’t seem to notice, or care, that I was very nervous. Neither did Tate.

  “Do you need any help, Tate?” I called out to him in the kitchen.

  “No, don’t worry. You’re the guest,” he smiled kindly.

  “So, shouldn’t Levi be helping then?” I giggled through my nerves. They either made me stay quiet or ramble and blurt things out. I guess I was doing the latter this time.

  “Nice one.” Levi chuckled and swigged back his beer. His full lips curled around the glass in a way that made my throat go dry. I drank halfway through my beer, but it didn’t help.

  Tate happily served us our plates and sat across from me. His legs were so long his knee brushed mine. Both their knees were brushing my leg and it was making my stomach flutter way too much. And dinner was excellent; grilled chicken with an assortment of greens, and mashed potatoes so good and creamy it was hard not to moan.

  “This is amazing. Levi didn’t give you nearly enough credit,” I said to Tate. I was on my second beer so I felt a lot more loose.

  I didn’t want to get tipsy or anything so I knew it would be my last.

  “Thank you. He can’t cook for shit.” Tate chuckled.

  “So you always have to do it?” I asked after another bite. Again I had to try not to moan. The juiciness of the chicken and creaminess of the potatoes was just too much.

  “Yeah. But it’s okay because he does all the laundry. I can’t stand laundry.” He feigned a disgusted face.

  “Yeah, laundry is no fun. You really like doing it?” I asked Levi.

  He chuckled once and nodded. “Yeah. I don’t mind it. There’s just something about doing a mundane task, especially one that uses my hands.” He shrugged.

  “I get what you mean. That’s how I used to feel about baking stuff.” I took my last bite and sat back in my chair. It didn’t keep their knees from touching mine but I had gotten used to it. And comfortable.

  “Used to?” Levi asked.

  “I only do it as a hobby now, or when I have time. But when I was in school I thought about going to culinary school,” I explained.

  “Hmm. That’s nice. I can see you with an apron on.” Tate smiled.

  I nodded once and my skin blushed deeper at the way he was looking at me, like he was picturing me in an apron and nothing else. And the way I felt Levi looking at me too. We had all finished eating and the mood shifted in a way that was extremely noticeable. I felt it deep in my core and I wanted to quench it, but I needed to know how.

  “Dinner was good, thank you for having me.” My voice was so weighed down I barely recognized it.

  I felt breathless, unable to catch up with my heart.

  “Our pleasure. We haven’t had you yet though,” Levi said in a gruff voice. I gasped as I felt his fingertips going up my left thigh.

  My lips parted and my breaths grew shallower. It was an odd feeling, having Levi’s fingers drifting higher and higher as my eyes were focused on Tate. His blue eyes darkened, his neck tight as he watched and watched, waiting until he knew Levi had reached my sex.

  I swallowed and let out a deep breath as the pads of his fingers grazed my pussy. I blinked slowly and leaned towards his touch. He pressed harder, desire flooding my clit and I felt it in my bones and then he pressed harder, until it hurt but in a blissful way. Then he rubbed and my legs tightened around his hand. I started to pant uncontrollably as Tate stood up, his eyes dark as he cast down on me. I looked up at him, my chest heaving and my breaths filling the room. I started to shake and I knew I was close.

  But then Levi stopped.

  I just about whined as his hand left me and then he stood up. He took my arm and pulled me up so fast my head spun, but it could have just been because I was on the edge of a climax. So close to the edge. He spun me so I was facing him and Tate was behind us.

  “Do you want this, hun?” He pulled my body close. I felt his erection on my lower belly, his hot breath on my face. I smelled the sweet orange of the beer and the hard pine of his cologne. He had a masculine scent that swirled around me. I managed a nod and he leaned closer. His lips were at my ear and I shivered as I felt his breath on my neck.

  “Do you want us?” Levi added. The deep, drawl of his voice made me tremble. My knees were so locked I thought I would pass out.

  “Both of you?” I whispered.

  His lips hovered over mine and my breath hitched when I felt Tate behind me, his chest on my back, and his breath on my right.

  “Yes, hun.” I heard the smile in Levi’s voice.

  I swallowed nervously. “At the same time?” I nearly squeaked.

  I had never done anal before, and I had never even thought about it. The thought of having them both at the same time…it was a little scary.

  “Yes. Eventually. But not tonight.” Levi answered. I didn’t know why I was even a little disappointed, but I was.

  “Okay.” I whispered. Or more like breathed. I felt so weightless between them, these hulking masses of muscle and masculinity.

  Levi turned slightly and claimed my lips with his own. I was right at how rough he was, and raw. I felt my lips losing their blood as he sucked and pressed against me. My tongue almost hurt at how hard it was fighting him. I was only vaguely aware of Tate behind me until his lips started to trail kisses at my neck and he unzipped my dress.

  Levi continued to kiss me. I slowed my breathing down to every few seconds. Tate drew his hands under my dress, traced the curve of my ass, and then squeezed. I moaned deeper. I felt so dripping wet between my legs, I wasn’t sure how much more I could even take. Levi roughly took the straps of my dress and shucked them off. It was so fast and hard my breasts shook and the dress fell to the ground.

  Then his lips were gone and I was spun around. I briefly caught Tate’s intense blue eyes before he pressed his lips to mine. Soft, but hard. He sucked my lips and coaxed my tongue with his own. Levi cupped my breasts hard, rubbing my nipples through the thin fabric. I didn’t need any extra padding, something I was very glad for in the moment. He rubbed and pinched until it almost hurt for the fabric to be there.

  “I fucking love your tits,” Levi growled in my ear as he cupped and lifted them so hard the pain became pleasure.

  Then his hands were gone and he undid the clasp. Tate pulled my bra off and then his hands softened over my breasts, coaxing my nipples back to their hardness. I needed to touch them. I helped Tate take his shirt off, and I heard Levi take his off as it fell to the ground.

 
Tate traveled south to my panties. He traced the outline before he rubbed me over the fabric. I trembled from already being so close. It was so close it nearly hurt, and I could taste it on my tongue. Levi turned my head so I could kiss him and Tate continued. He rubbed slow, back and forth, and I was done for. I was coming so hard everything clenched and I couldn’t see straight.

  I moaned into Levi’s mouth as I quaked. And then I felt so weightless it was like the ground was gone. Wait, it was gone. I was over Levi’s shoulder and they were both laughing as they carried me off to the living room. I knew we were in there because my ass hit the couch before I realized it. Levi and Tate shucked off their pants before I could blink.

  I bit my lip nervously as I saw Tate had gone commando, and Levi was so erect his boxers were just a tent. Tate was hard, his cock thick and engorged. I couldn’t breathe. Tate walked towards me as Levi took off his boxers. My eyes were glued to his cock. I had never wanted to taste a cock before but I wanted him in my mouth. Levi crouched down and spread my legs as he ripped my panties off. Yes, ripped. They were old, but still.

  “Suck him off,” Levi demanded from below me.

  I nodded and scooted forward as Levi pulled my legs apart. I was exposed to him.

  Tate cupped my cheek and I reached out with my left hand to take his cock. My right hand fisted in Levi’s hair as his lips kissed my clit. I moaned as I took Tate’s cock in my mouth. Slowly at first, I took as much as I could. He stretched me wide and then he started to move his hips. He thrust into my mouth, and then he was basically fucking my mouth as he went faster. I didn’t mind it because I couldn’t concentrate with the things Levi was doing to my clit. Sucking, biting, pulling.

  Tate went farther in my throat and I gagged but he kept going. I regained my composure and started sucking hard, swallowing when he went deep so I wouldn’t gag. Tate groaned and his thighs clenched more the longer I went. Levi brought me to another orgasm and I had to pull away as I moaned.

  Levi pulled me down, fast, so I was laying on the couch. “I want to fuck you so hard.” Levi kissed me deeply and I tasted myself on his lips.