by Nikky Kaye
The car was picking up speed, so I sat back and put on my seatbelt. Safety first.
I pressed the backs of my fingers against my burning cheeks. We slowed down a little as the screen made a whirring noise and Dom talked to the driver, but I just stared out the window beside me. The lights of the park were shutting off, like someone dropping a big black blanket over it.
I’d told Dom to take me. Begged him to take me. I was going to be his, but I was a little glad that the moment had been interrupted. Losing my v-card in the back seat of a car after a date to an amusement park would be kind of cliché, though. At least it wasn’t prom.
When he sat back beside me, he wasn’t nearly as annoyed as I thought he’d be. He actually had a smile on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He chuckled. “It’s nothing. Would you like to see my apartment?”
“Not your mansion?” I joked.
Dom frowned. “I don’t want you to meet Grandad yet.”
I froze. “Oh.”
“No! I just don’t want you to have to deal with him,” he backtracked. “And I want you all to myself.”
A phrase that Annie had used once popped into my head. “So you’re taking me back to your ‘pussy pad?’”
Dom’s eyes blackened to obsidian. He crowded close to me, his spicy scent in my nose and his voice rough in my ear. “Do you know how fucking sexy it is to hear you say that?”
“Pad?” I whispered.
Of course I knew he meant my hooha reference, but I was quickly discovering how much fun it could be to play with a man like this.
He was so intense, so direct and dark. There was vulnerability in him, though, like a little boy forced to grow up too fast. Maybe that’s exactly what had happened, though. Part of me wanted to put his head in my lap and stroke his hair with sweeping, soothing motions.
Another part of me just wanted his head. In. My. Lap.
“Those sweet, sinful lips,” he murmured against my neck, “saying dirty things is making me hard as a rock.”
I shivered, remembering the musky taste of his thick cock. Listening to him was doing a number on my girly parts, too. Turning a powerful man on was, well, a powerful feeling. I could get used to this, I thought to myself.
His lips curved into a smile as he kissed me, his palms warm on my thighs as he crept under the hem of my dress again. My nipples tightened exquisitely in anticipation, but self-consciousness made me inch back.
“Nuh uh,” I chided. “Not until we get to the hooha house.”
Dominic stilled before falling back against the smooth leather seat with a groan. “Fuck, even that is sexy. And utterly ridiculous.”
Slouched in the back of the limo, I could have pointed out that his erection jutted out of his pants in a similarly “ridiculous” way, but my mouth was too dry to get the words out. I was also acutely aware of the way his pinky finger still stroked the side of my knee.
Were we slowing down? It seemed like we were slowing down.
His little finger left my knee and found my hand, wrapping itself around my own pinky. He tugged, getting my attention.
“I’m going to taste every inch of your skin, suck it until it plumps up for me,” he said quietly. “Now that I’ve already felt you on my tongue, on my fingers, I can’t wait to slide my cock into you.” He shook his head slightly, as if waking from a daze. “I would pay a thousand times over what I’ve already promised for the privilege of your pussy.”
I swallowed—sort of. The seams of the concrete thwipped rhythmically under the tires as we shot down the freeway toward downtown. “Will it hurt?”
“Not by the time I’m done with you.”
“When will that be?”
“Never.” With a click, he undid my seatbelt and hauled me onto his lap. Breathless from both the sudden movement and the declaration, my hands went to his chest like kneading little kitten paws. I leaned into him as we turned a corner.
“Dom! This isn’t safe.”
“Fuck safety,” he growled, palming the curve of my lower belly possessively.
It could have been five minutes or fifty before the car finally stopped. His ravenous kisses had depleted me of oxygen; his caresses stripped me of sense.
“We’re here.”
I looked out the window at the underground parking lot. Fluorescent lights glinted off luxury cars and allowed for no dark corners.
The car door opening startled me, piercing our hazy bubble of backseat lust.
Jacob Stone leaned his head in, his arm braced against the roof of the limo. “We’re here,” he echoed his brother’s announcement.
My mouth fell open. “Were you there the whole time?”
He smirked at me, his blue eyes blazing. “Define ‘there.’”
“Or ‘the whole time,’” Dom muttered, making my head whip around to look at him. “Out you get, Evie.”
My gaze swiveled from Dominic to Jacob. What did this mean? Both of them? Again? My insides flipped at the idea, but not in a bad way. “Out I get,” I repeated faintly.
I focused on getting out of the car without flashing anyone, before realizing that it was immaterial. The butterflies in my belly fluttered wildly as I walked between them to the elevator bank. As we rose, the weightless sensation in my body was not just due to the speedy ascent. I squeezed my thighs together. The heat of the brothers’ bodies on either side of mine both stifled and comforted me.
We were all silent as the elevator door opened directly into a massive apartment. Dom took my hand and led me into the marble-floored foyer.
“Shoes, Jake!” he reminded his brother. Jake rolled his eyes before toeing off his shoes.
I stepped out of my heels, my feet immediately soothed by the cool, hard floor. Immediately I felt more delicate, uncertain—as though my shoes had boosted my confidence as well as my height. When I tilted my head back to look up at Dom, his large hand cradled my jaw, brushing my apprehension away with every sweep of his thumb.
Tingles. Sizzles. Vibrations. I felt them all inside me, like a fizzing candy dissolving on my tongue. Then, when Jake’s hand landed on my lower back, I reflexively arched into it.
“We got you,” he assured me as he swept my hair off my neck and dropped a kiss there.
Oh my god. I stumbled forward a little. “I can’t—not for the first time—”
There was crazy, and then there was just outright insane. No matter what secret fantasies I might have, or what smutty stories I might read in secret, I never expected my first time to be with more than one person. In the back of my head, I thought to myself, “If my daughter asks someday about my first time, I can’t tell her I got a two-for-one special!”
Jake clapped his hand over his mouth as he barked out a laugh. Oh crap. I said that part out loud. Dom glared over my head at his brother and took my hand. “You don’t have to.”
My head spun.
“Look at me, Evie.” I did. “It’s just us right now, okay? No expectations.” At my raised eyebrow, he chuckled and added, “Okay, there are some expectations, but I will never hurt you. I promise you that.”
I believed him.
Thirteen steps took us into a cavernous living room, where Jake flopped onto a modern leather couch. With my hand still in Dom’s, another seventeen took us down a hallway to a large bedroom filled with dark wood and creamy fabrics. The massive bed was unmade, and the curtains wide open to let the starlight in.
“I left the bathroom light on,” Dom murmured to himself. The strip of light from his ensuite stretched across the light carpet like an arrow pointing to the bed.
“Do you want to turn it off?” I asked shyly, hoping for a little more darkness to hide my body.
“Not a chance, beautiful.” He squeezed my hip. “If I had my way I’d put on every light in the place so I could see every inch of you.”
A squeak escaped me.
“But I won’t, because I want you to be comfortable.” We both smiled as our eyes me
t. “Well, as comfortable as this situation allows, anyhow.”
“Then keep touching me, Dom. Please touch me.” His hands made me nervous but his gaze excited me, his admiration swelling my confidence.
“Oh baby, this is just the beginning.”
He pulled my hands to the buttons of his shirt, urging me to undo them. My fingers only trembled a little, freezing briefly as he reached around to unzip the back of my floaty little dress, all the way down over my ass. Standing close to each other, my dress fell off my shoulders, but not to the floor. His mouth devoured me, the crisp hairs on his chest brushing against my chest as he held me close.
Suddenly I felt an urgent need, a primal desire to have his naked skin against mine. All of it.
He groaned as I pushed his shirt off. “Yes,” he hissed. When he stepped away from me, my dress fell to the carpet. I’d borrowed Annie’s bra and thong set for the evening, and judging from the lust in his eyes it was a good decision.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Dominic reached out and shoved the cups of the white lace bra down to fill his hands with my breasts. At first I was taken aback, then aching arousal zapped through me as he tweaked my nipples.
He pulled me toward the bed, but instead of pushing me onto it, he sat on the edge with me standing before him, and reached around to unhook my bra. My hands went to his bare shoulders to steady myself. I was now totally naked, except for the lacy dental floss between my ass cheeks.
Dom palmed the ass cheeks in question, and I blushed all over as his thumb ran underneath the stretchy waistband. “Did you wear this for me?”
I nodded, blushing a little as he traced the waistband around to my navel. He pulled down the thong, letting it sit over my hips and just above the path to my swollen, seeping core.
Silently he bent forward and kissed my belly, right there between my hips. “I want to make this swell,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I want to put a baby there.” His tongue traced invisible patterns in my skin, his hands hot and possessive as they moved over me.
His fervor shocked me. And it turned me on as he closed his lips over one of my aching nipples.
“Ahhh!”
I cried out. Jolts of unfamiliar sensations, both sexual and maternal, went through me as he nursed. He suckled hard, giving me no retreat, no pause, demanding and hot. How was it possible to feel all these strange things, all at once? I barely noticed that he was clinging on to me with only his mouth, as his hands went to the fly of his slacks.
In a few brief, dizzying seconds, he had me on my back on the bed. He tugged the thong down my thighs and threw it aside, before yanking off the rest of his own clothes.
He crawled onto the bed, between my splayed thighs, kneeling up and fisting his cock as it pointed firmly up to the ceiling. “You’re dripping, Evie,” he said. “I can see it. You’re so fucking wet.”
Reflexively I moved to close my legs, but he dropped down to his elbows and nudged his head between my thighs. With his hands clamped over my legs I was unable to move, other than arching my back and screaming when he licked me from the bottom of my slit to the hard bud of my clit.
A curse burst forth from me, as earthy and sensuous as I felt.
“Yes, Evie, yes. I’m going to fuck you so good. I’m going to have every inch of you.”
Lust overtook my heart and brain as I nodded my assent. Oh god, yes.
I hadn’t realized how close to the edge I was until my pussy began clenching around his tongue. Vibrations began in my center, radiating like the hum of a tuning fork.
With his broad thumbs he spread my lower lips apart to expose my throbbing clit. I panted as he lightly poked at the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. A keening sound leaked from me, like the flood of juices that he lapped up.
“You’re going to feel me everywhere, Evie.”
I already did. I closed my eyes. “Oh my god, Dom. Please!”
“Everywhere,” he promised. Illicit fantasies and sultry images flew through my head as my orgasm splintered me.
“Me too,” I heard, but Dom’s tongue was buried in my pussy. Wasn’t it?
My eyes flew open and my head flopped to the side. Jake stood in the doorway with his erection in his hands. Shock stilled my body while my insides pulsated.
Jake’s tanned, nude body mesmerized me—the rippling waves of his washboard abs, the surprising tattoos climbing up his muscular arms. Where Dominic was dark and sleek like a panther, Jake was like a lazy lion flexing his power in the sun. I licked my lips, my mouth dry as he approached.
My walls still fluttered, spasms of pleasure penetrating my consciousness. Dom growled something at his brother, but I was only aware of the heat and hardness on me, over me, beside me—and my own body still open and aching.
Maybe that was his strategy the whole time—a sexual sleight of hand, distracting me with misdirection at the moment I was most vulnerable and dazed.
So it was that I reached out and curiously wrapped my hand around Jake’s cock at the same time that Dom moved above me. He filled me, piercing my hymen and filling my virgin cunt until there was barely room in me for my own panting breaths.
“So tight!” Dom’s eyes and mine both widened with shock, and Jake groaned as I reflexively squeezed him.
“Oh my god!”
“Evie!” Dom’s harsh tone focused my attention back on him. He braced himself above me, his shoulders tensed and his arms like marble. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he licked his lips and nodded. “It’s just us, okay? Only me inside you right now, I promise.”
Jake whined with disappointment when I let go of him. Dom withdrew a little then drove into me again. And again. The foreign weight and presence in my body felt less like an invasion, and more like a homecoming.
I hadn’t realized how empty I was until he filled me up.
“More,” I heard myself saying—begging, without even knowing what it was I wanted.
Dom’s thrusts sped up, the force driving me inch by inch over the bed toward Jake—by accident or by plan, I had no idea. Perhaps it was all really my idea, my fantasies driving us, because the coil inside me unraveled like a Slinky, another orgasm washing over me. Had I even stopped coming the first time?
“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so hard,” Dom gritted out. “Get ready. Here it comes! I’m gonna fill you now.”
My womb contracted along with the rest of my body as the thought of him shooting his seed inside me. A wet rush of pleasure overcame me with each of his grunts and pulsing sprays. It was so much, yet not enough.
“More,” I croaked, my gaze meeting Jake’s above my head.
He nodded.
I looked to Dom again, anticipation making my mouth dry.
“You sure?” he asked.
I nodded.
“’Kay,” Dom grunted as he finished flooding me. “Fuck, Evie. You’re just—fuck!” He was speechless as he alternately tensed and trembled against me. Slowly he pulled out, leaning back on his heels to eye my flushed, moist body with satisfaction. “Now?”
My lips curved in a smile and parted in welcome as Jake stuffed his cock into my mouth. As his weeping tip touched the back of my palate, my eyes watered. His hips jerked.
“Oh Christ, I can’t stop. Sorry, Evie, fuck fuck fuck!”
My nostrils flared as cum poured down my throat. I gulped and gurgled. I inhaled. I tried not to choke, tilting my head back further. Jake hissed as I swallowed around his sensitive glans.
“Once more, baby.” With determination, Dom caught the semen dripping from my hole and rubbed it into me. His thick fingers shoved it back in my pussy at the same time as Jake spurted in my mouth.
As Dom massaged our combined juices into my ripe, aching clit, Jake pulled up to paint my mouth with the last drips of his creamy seed.
Their attentions overwhelmed me, tossing me over the edge again. I shuddered through yet another, smaller climax, with Jake’s salty taste on my lips and my belly full of cum.
As far as los
ing my virginity went, I was apparently an overachiever.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DOMINIC
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I bent over, winded and sweaty.
“Pussy,” Jake coughed out.
The last quarter-mile of our friendly run had turned into a kind of death match, which I clearly lost. I stumbled over to a park bench and tried to get my heart rate under control.
Actually, my heart had been racing and irregular for two—no, three weeks now, ever since meeting Evie. Since tasting Evie. Since having Evie.
Yeah, I was a pussy.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The cynical part of me thought she’d disappear as soon as she got the confirmation from the bank about her debts being paid off. She had every right, after all.
But two days after all the transfers were finalized, she showed up at the office with a picnic lunch for us. Not a tongue-in-cheek, smother her with peanut butter and jelly and call her a sandwich, but she actually had a tote bag with cheese and crusty bread, fresh fruit and a small bottle of wine.
“What are you doing here?” I frowned, flicking to the calendar on my phone. Was there a problem with the payments?
“Nope! I just wanted to say thanks.” Her smile filled the room. “And I think you need to take a lunch break.”
I really didn’t, but I wasn’t about to tell her that and risk running her off. In the end, we found a park nearby and spread our feast out on a folded up sheet she’d wrapped the wine bottle in.
We ate. Kissed. Ate. Kissed. Drank. Kissed. Ultimately, I think I savored her more than the food she’d brought. But what people said was true—everything did taste better outside.
The noontime wine made her a little wobbly, so I took her home in a cab before heading back to work. Her friend Annie took over in the lobby of their little walk-up apartment building. Wide eyes and hushed whispers followed me out the door.
Evie’s friend gasped. “Is he the one?”
I hadn’t needed to hear the answer for my stroll to turn into a strut. I put on my sunglasses and grinned like a lunatic all the way back to the office.
