Virgin in the Middle

by Penny Wylder

  Especially here, in the middle of the park, pushed up against a tree in a dark pathway that anyone could stumble down at any moment. Is this really how I want to experience my first time?

  And yet, the boys feel so right. Being with them, both of them, feels natural… Safe.

  Anthony jogs off toward the corner store, and I watch him go with a frown of regret. That is until Vin brushes my hair back from my forehead and kisses my neck, my jawline, the corner of my lips. He’s trying to distract me again, draw me back into the moment. It almost works. I turn to kiss him, but it’s different now. I’m too nervous—all I can think about is Anthony’s trip to the store, and what it means for the immediate future. I’m about to lose my V-card. In the woods. With two guys at once.

  “Are you okay?” Vin asks softly, breaking away from the kiss to study me, his dark eyes thoughtful and serious.

  “Yeah,” I answer, way too quickly. “Fine. I just mean, this is… different.”

  He smiles, his hand cupping my cheek. “Being with two guys? Don’t worry, Cass. It’s the same as being with one. Better, though, I’d say.” He winks, and my cheeks flush.

  “Not that I’d know, but sure,” I laugh. Then, realizing what I just said, I freeze, my eyes going wide.

  Vin’s smile vanishes. He tilts his head, a confused furrow between his brows. “What did you just say?”

  “I mean… Er…” My cheeks could start a forest fire right now. “Just that, I don’t know what it’s like with one guy, let alone two.”

  “You’re a virgin?”

  The way he asks it, it sounds like an accusation. I shut my eyes, wincing. “Yes. So?”

  “You never mentioned that before.” When I open my eyes again, Vin has backed off, his expression completely different. Calm and controlled again, no longer full of lust or desire.

  Shit. I fucked this up.

  “Never mentioned what?” Anthony asks as he jogs back up the path toward us, just close enough to catch the tail end of our conversation.

  Vin is in the process of picking up his bag and Anthony’s, slinging them both over his shoulder. “We’ve got to go, Anthony.”

  Anthony glances back and forth between us, to the store bag in his hand. But when he meets Vin’s eyes, something passes between them, a kind of unspoken code. The boys know each other too well by now, and Anthony must know whatever Vin is trying to tell him. Because he pockets the bag and turns to leave as well.

  “Thanks, Cass,” Anthony is saying, but Vin’s already walking away, fast, toward the dorms. I just lean back against the tree watching them go, fighting back tears of frustration and confusion.

  Why the hell did I admit that to them? Of course they don’t want to sleep with a virgin. They want a girl who knows what she’s doing, who’s experienced enough to handle them. AKA, not me.

  I shut my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to cry until the boys are out of sight, and I’m finally alone in the woods.

  5

  It’s been almost 12 hours since the guys left me in the woods. I haven’t been able to bring myself to go back to the dorm room we share—I spent last night sleeping in my stupid car out on the edge of campus. I have one text from Anthony around midnight asking if I’m okay and to please let them know. I replied to say I’m fine, then I turned my phone off and curled up on my back seat under the beach towel I found in my trunk.

  Luckily it’s not too cold out yet, but I obviously can’t keep sleeping in the car. I need to get my shit together.

  Besides, what the hell is wrong with them, leaving me alone in the forest just because it was my first time? Judgmental much?

  All throughout my morning classes, I swing wildly from anger to sadness to anger again. They have no right to judge me for not having slept with anybody yet. It’s not my fault they assumed I was more experienced than I am.

  After bio, which Vin didn’t show up to, I finally decide that I need to head back to the dorm. I can’t hide from my own room. When I get there, though, the place is empty, and Anthony even cleaned up the usual mess on his side of the room. Maybe they’ve been avoiding coming back too because they don’t want to have the talk with their roommate about how they can’t hook up with a virgin. The ache in my chest starts up again as I think about what could have been, the way they kissed me, the way they touched me…

  The whole time I shower, I think of their hands on my body. I touch my breasts, my hips, my stomach, pretending my hands are Vin’s or Anthony’s. But it’s not the same. Not without their heat, their passion. When I touch my pussy, fingers circling my aching clit, all I can think about is the sudden change in Vin’s expression. The moment when he went from hot and lustful to turned off, cold.

  I leave the shower without reaching an orgasm, and it only makes me more hot and bothered than I was before.

  I spend my afternoon classes distracted, texting Nita under the table. I leave out a few details, like the whole two-guys-at-once part, but just say I got shunned last night when a guy who was kissing me found out I’m a virgin.

  What a douche, Nita replies immediately. Screw him! Or rather, don’t. Find someone who will appreciate your first time, not be afraid of it.

  She’s right, I realize. I shouldn’t be sad at all. I should be glad I dodged a bullet, not sleeping with these guys. In fact, I should tell them just how shitty they’ve been.

  Tonight, I decide. When I get back to the dorm room after my last class, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind.

  I stand outside our dorm room door, fists clenched. You can do this, I tell myself. But if I’m honest, I’ve been procrastinating. Taking forever to eat dinner, spending some time in the library afterward to get a jump-start on homework. Anything to avoid coming here and confronting the guys. I don’t want them to team up against me again, talk me into feeling ashamed of myself. Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of and how dare they try to make me feel that way.

  I square my shoulders. I’m right. I can do this.

  I shoulder open the door.

  Then I freeze in the entryway, gaping.

  Because our room has been completely transformed.

  Candles light every surface, from the desks to the edges of the boys’ beds. The floor is strewn with rose petals, which make the whole room smell amazing, and there’s soft music playing from a speaker set in the corner. For a moment, all I can do is stare and wonder how long this all took to put together.

  Then my fists tighten.

  Figures. I’m gone for one day and they decide to set up the place to seduce their next mark.

  I’m only in the doorway for half a minute before I hear footsteps behind me. I step inside the room, turn to watch Anthony and Vin enter. They’re both in full on suits, which makes me take another step backward involuntarily to get as far from them as possible. Because the animal, instinctive part of my brain wants to grab them both and drag them inside right now. Damn them. Why do they have to look so fucking hot right now?

  “Cassidy,” Vin starts, but I launch into my speech over him. The only way I’ll get this out is by blurting it now, before they have time to distract me again.

  “I can’t believe you. Both of you,” I say. As I do, they step inside and close the door behind them, so at least the whole hallway won’t hear our shit. “It was a big deal for me to go along with your idea, you know.” My fists tremble at my sides, and it takes every ounce of effort I have to keep my spine straight, head held high.

  “I wanted my first time to mean something, to be special, and I was afraid if it was with you guys—both of you—it would just be another hook-up. I mean, who the hell has a ménage à trois when they lose their virginity?” I can’t help the way my voice rises, as I get more and more angry at the situation. At what they made me feel.

  “But you guys kept asking, and the more I got to know you, the more I thought that maybe you were right, maybe it could work, and it could mean something. But then the second you find out that I’m a
virgin, you toss me aside like I’m nothing?” My eyes burn with unshed tears. I refuse to cry in front of them, not now. But damn, this hurts more than I expected. “You treated me like I was nothing except sex for you, and—”

  That’s as far as I get. Because before I can finish, Vin strides across the room and cups my face in both hands, kissing me long and hard. I freeze, confused, even as my body kicks into gear, leaning into him against my will.

  When he breaks away from the kiss, I’m breathless, lost. I don’t have any time to recover before Anthony is right beside Vin, running his hands through my hair gently as he kisses me too, his lips softer, gentler. The room spins around us, and I can’t focus, can’t seem to find my balance.

  What the hell are they trying to do to me?

  Anthony pulls away, and both guys are gazing at me, frowning, hands on mine, our fingers tangled together.

  “We never meant to hurt you,” Vin murmurs.

  “We’ve never been with a virgin before,” Anthony adds. “And it didn’t freak us out or make us judge you,” he points out when I open my mouth, anticipating what I was about to say. “We were just afraid that, well…”

  “That deflowering you in the middle of a public park at night was a bad idea,” Vin finishes.

  My cheeks flush red-hot. “But—”

  “I’m sorry, we might have handled that badly,” Anthony admits with a sideways glance at Vin.

  “I knew if we stayed there we would have risked losing control.” Vin brushes my cheek gently, his fingertips hot as flames on my skin. “We didn’t want that. We want your first time to be perfect. To mean something.”

  “We needed time to think. To be sure we could do this right.” Anthony steps aside, so I can see the room again. I look at it in a new light, realizing they did this for me. The music, the candles, the roses all across the floor, some petals spread across my bed too, I realize now.

  “Will you let us try?” Vin finishes, and the way they’re looking at me, both of them, eyes so deep and sincere, I can’t refuse them.

  Especially not when the stir of lust is kicking up inside me again. I want to tear those suits off them. Let them pin me between them and pull off my clothes. Finish what they started in the park last night…

  “Yes,” I say, my eyes jumping back and forth between them.

  The moment the word leaves my mouth, Anthony’s lips are back on mine, and Vin’s hands are wrapping around my waist, pulling at my shirt.

  “We’ve waited too long for this, Cass,” Vin breathes against my skin, even as Anthony’s tongue entwines with mine. He draws my shirt up and I lift my arms to let him slide it off. Anthony wraps his hands around my waist, traces the edges of my hips, while Vin kisses his way across the line of my bra, his tongue hot on my skin.

  My body tingles with every touch, and I can tell from the tightness in my pussy that I’m already getting wet for them.

  Anthony's grip on my waist tightens, and next thing I know he's lifting me onto the bed. Vin is right there to catch me as we reach the bed, and pulls me on top of him, into another long kiss as Anthony slides onto the bed with us.

  "Fucking hell, you are sexy," Anthony murmurs as he straddles me from behind. I can feel the hard press of Vin's cock through his pants, digging into my thigh. Anthony's cock brushes against my ass, hard as a rock, and the feeling makes my clit ache with want. I'm already soaking through my thong, I can feel it.

  Vin runs his hands across my stomach, toying with the waistline of my jeans. "I want to taste you, Cass," he whispers in my ear, even as his fingers slide lower, lower, under my jeans, brushing the edge of my thong.

  Behind me, Anthony runs his hands over my ass, gripping me hard through my jeans. "Are you ready for this?" he asks, his breath hot against my cheek, lips brushing my ear. "For us?"

  "Fuck yes," I exhale.

  Vin undoes the button of my jeans, Anthony shoves them down my legs, and I gasp at the sudden shock of the cool air against my skin. My pussy feels wetter than ever, especially when Anthony grips my thong in his fingers and winds the fabric through his hands.

  "Someone dressed naughty for us." I don't need to turn around to hear the grin on Anthony's face. And I can see it mirrored in the dirty smirk Vin aims my way now, as he starts to kiss his way down my neck, my chest, past my breasts, over my stomach, pausing now and then to suck and nibble at my skin. His mouth and teeth send sparks through my nerves every time he touches me, and Anthony keeps running his hands across my ass, squeezing tightly.

  "You have a perfect ass, do you know that?" Anthony's lips brush the back of my neck, right at the nape, and every nerve in my body catches fire. "I want to claim that," he adds, which sends a shiver through me, one I can't control. He laughs softly, lips still against my neck. He nips me lightly, then kisses the same spot. "Don't worry. Not yet."

  I glance over my shoulder at him, and those innocent baby blue eyes of his wink at me, devilish now.

  "Later," he promises, and a thrill runs through me, not just at the terrifying yet oddly intriguing idea of Anthony fucking me in the ass, but also at what that word means. Later. He wants this to happen again.

  Then I'm pulled back to the present as Vin kisses my mound through my thong, his lips rough and his tongue licking the fabric. "Wet already, Cass?" He glances up at me, eyebrow arched, and it is hot as hell to watch him between my legs, grinning. He turns to kiss my inner thigh, and his stubble grazes my sensitive skin, making me gasp and tense.

  At the same time, Anthony leans up to wrap his arms around me from behind, his hands undoing my bra. I let it fall down my arms, and he whisks it away, tossing it across the room before he returns to kissing his way up my neck, while his warm, strong hands trail across my chest. He takes his time, circling my nipples slowly, tracing the outline of my chest. My nipples are rock hard before he even touches them, lightly at first, a teasing glance.

  "I love your breasts," he murmurs against my ear, before catching my lobe in his mouth, sucking it between his lips as his tongue toys with my earring.

  I'm so distracted by that that I don't notice what Vin is doing until he has my thong between his teeth. In one smooth motion, he yanks it down my thighs, exposing me completely. I gasp faintly until Anthony turns my face to his and claims my mouth in a long kiss. Vin is kissing his way back up my naked thighs, his stubble sharp on my skin, but his mouth oh so soft. And hot. Heat burns through me, and my pussy tightens with anticipation. The boys' hands are all over me, on my breasts, my ass, my stomach, pulling me toward each of them in turn. I let go, let them do whatever they want to me because everywhere they touch feels amazing.

  And I feel hot as hell, naked and spread between them.

  Vin nudges my legs apart, and his tongue brushes across my mound, not quite touching my pussy, not yet. I moan, half protest and half desire, and he pauses to grin up at me, those dark eyes glinting.

  "Do you want me to make you come first, Cassidy?"

  Anthony rolls my nipples between his fingers, breaking our kiss to nip at my neck. "Or would you like me to take you first?" he asks, his lips a smile on my skin. "Your choice."

  It takes me a moment to catch my breath, but when I do, I shake my head. "I can't choose. I want you both."

  They grin in unison, eyes brightening.

  "Right answer," Vin whispers, right before he leans in to suck my clit into his mouth.

  I gasp, my back arching, hips pressing forward against his face. His tongue slides along my pussy lips, tasting the telltale wetness, knowing how hot I am for him. For both of them. For a long moment, he just tongues my slit, back and forth, slow and teasing. Soon, I'm groaning and rocking against him with every lick, Anthony rocking with us, his cock pushed against my ass, his hands still working my breasts as he kisses and licks his way down my spine.

  Vin finally circles his tongue over my clit, and I cry out as a wave of pleasure rocks through me.

  "Right there, you like that?" Anthony whispers.

  "F
uck yes," I manage to gasp, breathless as Vin intensifies the pressure, licking me harder, faster. I'm right at the brink, on the edge of orgasm, so close I can feel the pressure build already, my whole body tense, yearning for release.

  Then he draws away, smirking.

  "Don't stop," I protest, wrapping my hands around his head and digging my fists into his hair.

  "It wouldn't be fair to hog all the fun," he counters, eyes still glittering as he sits up to kiss me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, mingled with his sexy, heady scent, and it makes me even hotter, desperate to come.

  Before I know what's happening, Vin lifts me in the air. Flips me over on the bed so I'm lying flat along it. Anthony slides between my legs instead, his blue eyes full of heat as he gazes up my body at me.

  Vin, on the other hand, kneels beside the bed and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, grazing his teeth over my breast ever so lightly as he does. I gasp and arc my hips, which is all the invitation Anthony needs to delve between my legs.

  I still have one fist tangled in Vin's hair, but I wrap the other in Anthony's now, groaning as both boys lick and suck at me. Anthony feels different than Vin, his tongue broader, pressing harder against me. It doesn't take me long to rocket right back up to the edge again, moaning desperately as he tongues me relentlessly, going back and forth from my clit to pushing his tongue between my lips, thrusting into my pussy.

  "Come for us, Cass," Vin urges as Anthony speeds up.

  Finally, it's more than I can take, and I gasp their names as I reach the peak, writhing across the bed, caught between them both, lost in their touches. Anthony slides up my body, lying on top of me as I finish coming, and Vin presses against my side, joining us both on the bed. My head swims at the feeling of both of their bodies against me, and suddenly I'm hungry for more. I want them both as naked as I am.