by Scarlet Day
He used his fingers to spread her lips and lowered his face to her. He ran his tongue through her wet folds and groaned at the sweet taste within. She thrust her hips up to meet his mouth, trying to get more contact. Normally, he would have held a sub down at this point to prevent her from trying to control her own pleasure, but Matt suppressed his dominant tendencies and let her grind against him.
He plunged his tongue into her, reveling in the taste and smell of her. She writhed under him, and her moans drove him on. He flicked his tongue across her clit, and her hips came completely off the bed. He gripped her hips, not to hold her down, but to just keep her from jerking upward and potentially breaking his nose. He doubted he would have complained at this point, though. Her sweet taste was rendering him oblivious to everything else.
He sucked her engorged clit between his lips and teased it with his tongue. Her fingers twisted in his hair, and she tried to pull him closer. Not that there was any possible way for him to get closer to her than he already was, but he liked her persistence. He sucked harder on her clit and felt her body tense under him. He sensed she was almost ready to fall over the edge, and it wouldn’t take much to push her over.
Matt decided not to make her wait. He sucked again and then grazed her clit with his teeth. That was all it took. He’d brought many females to this point, but none had come apart under him the way Paige did. Sweet moisture flooded his mouth, and she pressed harder against him. He didn’t let up, continuing to work her clit with his teeth and tongue as she writhed and shook under him.
As her body settled, Matt looked up to her face. Dylan cradled her head on his arm and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. Matt stared into her eyes and felt something long forgotten stir in his heart. He knew immediately he was in trouble. Big, big trouble.
Chapter Eight
Paige stared down her torso at Matt and struggled to process what her body had just done. She’d had sex before, but no one had ever brought her to such an earth-shattering release. Not even her vibrator had ever done what Matt had just accomplished with nothing more than his mouth. It made her want to find out what else he could do. And she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to have to wait long.
She’d been nervous about being intimate with two men, but they seemed so focused on her pleasure that it put her at ease. Something about it just felt right. She couldn’t explain it, and she really didn’t want to try.
Her cat purred contentedly inside her head, something it rarely did. The idea that her cat was happy should have made her suspicious, since she and her cat never seemed to be happy at the same time. But she really didn’t want to think about that, either.
Matt crawled back up toward her head and then grinned down at her. She licked her lips and tried to think of something to say. “Wow.” That was the only word she could think of. “I mean…wow.”
Matt’s grin widened. “Liked that, did you?”
She nodded. “Very much. What else can you do?” Her forwardness surprised her, but she felt emboldened by the lightheaded euphoria still swirling inside her.
Matt’s eyes seemed to darken. “Lots of things. But we’re taking it easy on you tonight.”
Paige gulped, her thoughts flashing back to the flyer that had been tucked inside her welcome folder when she’d arrived at the resort. She hadn’t even considered that Dylan and Matt might be into all of that BDSM stuff. Even though the little she knew about BDSM scared her, though, she would have been lying if she’d said she wasn’t at least a little curious. She wondered if Dylan or Matt would ask her to participate and what her answer might be if they did.
Matt chuckled. “You look worried.” He stroked his fingers down her cheek. “Don’t. Like I said, tonight is all about your needs.”
“I don’t really know what I need.” Paige wasn’t used to being this honest or open with anyone, but she felt as though she couldn’t help it. “My needs have never been anyone’s priority, not even mine.”
Both Matt and Dylan frowned down at her and then exchanged a dark glance with each other. Dylan leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead. “That’s just not right, babe. Let’s see if we can change that, okay?”
Paige doubted there was anyone or anything that could teach her to figure out what her own needs were, but she nodded anyway and tried to look convinced. From the looks on Matt’s and Dylan’s faces, they weren’t buying it.
Matt sighed. “Whatever is going on in here”—he tapped her head—“we’ll try to help, if we can. In the meantime, are you up for more?”
“More?” Paige’s voice squeaked.
Matt’s warm hand slid down Paige’s side to her hip, leaving tingles in its wake. “Much, much more.”
His husky voice sent a delightful shiver though her, and her pussy clenched with desire. Her breathing quickened and warmth flooded through her. Matt and Dylan both inhaled, their nostrils flaring and their eyes glazing over slightly.
“Damn, woman.” Matt growled the words, and then his lips crushed against hers. His tongue delved into her mouth, demanding and desperate. She could taste her juices on him, combining with his taste and the lingering taste of Dylan’s kiss. It was an intoxicating mixture, and she sucked his tongue, wanting to savor every bit of it.
Matt broke the kiss and Paige groaned in protest, but his lips were quickly replaced by Dylan’s. His taste was different, but just as delicious. These men were so different, but each of them could stir up desire inside her she’d never had before. She felt greedy and wanted more. She wanted as much as they would give her.
Dylan started to pull away, and she leaned into him, not wanting the kiss to end, but he moved out of her reach. She let out a huff of irritation. Dylan chuckled. “You’re pretty impatient, you know that?” He leaned back down and gave her lips a quick peck. “But give me a minute to take care of something.”
He slid off the bed and stood next to it. Paige sat up and couldn’t help but stare as he stripped his T-shirt off, revealing his toned and tanned chest. Her gaze followed his hands as they moved down to the button on his jeans, but then his fingers hesitated. She glanced up at him, wondering why he’d stopped. The worried look on his face made her fear something was wrong.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Paige?” He glanced at Matt and then back to her. “With both of us? Matt and I are used to this sort of thing, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell us.”
A tiny little flicker of panic tried to work its way up from somewhere deep inside her, but Paige shoved it back down. She’d never taken any risks, not in her whole life. Well, except for coming to the resort in the first place. That had been a big risk. It was one she was glad she’d taken. Still, her inexperience played on her insecurities.
“I don’t really know what’s involved…” Heat flooded her cheeks as she realized how that had sounded. “What I mean is, I’ve had sex before. I’ve just never…um…with…” She glanced back and forth between Dylan to Matt.
Dylan grinned and chuckled softly. “With two, you mean. Yeah, we kinda figured that. But it’s okay if you don’t want—“
Paige stopped him. “I do.” Her voice sounded more confident than she felt, and she was grateful for that. “You’ll just have to tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
Matt leaned down and braced his hands on either side of her, so that his face was even with hers. “You’re just supposed to enjoy yourself. We’ll take care of everything else.”
She nodded, trying not to let her nerves get the better of her as it started to sink in that she was really doing this. Whatever this was. She still wasn’t sure how any of this worked with two men. Did they just take turns? As both men began unbuttoning their jeans, she guessed she’d be getting an answer to that question really soon.
Her gaze refused to stay on either man for more than a second as they started stripping for her. Jeans slid over trim hips and Paige’s mouth went dry. Heat welled up inside her, and she clenched her legs together to keep
from squirming. Her clit throbbed with every heartbeat. When their jeans were pushed down enough to reveal their thick, erect cocks, Paige thought she might explode right out of her own skin.
Dylan picked up a condom from the small pile of supplies on the bed. He tore the wrapper off and then quickly rolled it onto his cock, Paige’s gaze following every movement. Her pulse quickened as he crawled back on the bed, looking exactly like the predator she knew he was capable of shifting into. He stroked her face with his fingers and then kissed her long and deep. No part of her mouth went unexplored. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her closer. She gripped his shoulders, not wanting him to end the kiss this time. Without warning, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She ended up straddling him, their kiss never breaking.
Matt moved in close behind her, and his hands stroked her shoulders, down her back, and over her ass, before reversing course and starting back up again. Dylan moved his hand down between their bodies, and his fingers stroked her clit. She bucked against him, breaking the kiss and gasping, but firm hands steadied her. Dylan’s fingers explored her slick folds and then entered her, stroking in and out. She ground against him, wanting, needing, more.
Dylan removed his fingers and then he gripped her hips, lifting her up over him. He used one hand to pull her down and the other one to guide his thick cock to her entrance. He moved slowly, pressing into her a little at a time. It was wonderful and maddening, all at the same time.
Her body stretched to take all of him, and she groaned as his full length buried deep inside her. She rocked against him, needing to move. He lifted her hips up, almost coming completely out of her, before pulling her back down again. The friction drove all worries from her mind.
Matt pushed against her from behind and brushed her hair aside. He dropped soft kisses along her neck and shoulder and then nibbled her ear. “Paige, have you ever been taken here?” The soft breath from Matt’s whisper sent shivers down her spine, but it was pressure from his fingers as they slid down her ass crack that sent a shock wave straight to her clit.
She gasped and clenched her ass cheeks together. “No. Does—does it—?” Her words came in gasps. There were too many sensations to get the words out.
“Hurt?” Dylan finished her question. “Not if it’s done right.”
Matt stroked her ass with one hand. “I’ll talk you through it. Will you trust me?”
Paige shuddered at the unknown, but she nodded. It seemed she was taking lots of risks lately.
Matt gently pressed against her back, guiding her down until her body was pressed against Dylan. “I’m going to put some lube on you.”
She expected it to be cold, but whatever Matt smoothed between her ass cheeks was pleasantly warm. His fingers stroked her tight bud and she tried not to pull away.
“Relax, Paige. Just breathe.” Matt’s fingers kept stroking. “When you feel pressure, don’t tense up, okay? I know it will feel strange, but I want you to push against me. Can you do that?”
Paige wasn’t sure she could, but she nodded anyway. Hell, she never would have imagined she’d be doing any of this, anyway, so why not?
Dylan reached up and cradled her breasts, one in each of his hands. His thumbs flicked across each nipple, sending electric shocks to her clit and distracting her from the things Matt was doing behind her.
When Paige felt Matt press the tip of one finger into her, though, he had her full attention again. She clenched her ass reflexively.
“It’s okay, Paige. Just push out against my finger.” Matt’s voice was soothing, reassuring.
Paige let out the breath she was holding and pushed against him as she did. His fingertip slid past her tight sphincter and she gasped. Dylan flicked her nipples again and rolled his hips upward, driving his cock farther into her and once again drawing her attention back to other parts of her aroused body. Her brain felt like it was playing Ping-Pong, bouncing around from one sensation to another.
“Damn, you’re so tight, Paige. This’ll take a few minutes. Dylan, are you good?”
Dylan looked up into Paige’s eyes and winked. “Hell, yeah. Take your time. I’d be happy to stay right here forever.”
Matt snorted out a short laugh. “You’re doing great, Paige. I just don’t want to hurt you, so I’m doing this really slow.”
He was true to his word, taking his time and patiently working his finger into her ass. He gave her time to breathe and adjust between each slow stroke. She followed his instructions and pushed against the pressure, even though her instincts still told her to reject the unfamiliar intrusion. Before she realized what had happened, his knuckles pressed against her ass. And that’s when things got really interesting.
Matt pulled his finger almost all the way back out of her and paused. She felt more lube, and then his finger slid back in, much easier this time. After a few more minutes of Matt’s attention, Paige found herself rocking back into his hand, seeking more. More of the warm lube slid down her ass crack. She felt additional pressure as Matt slid a second finger inside her to join the first. It was tight, but she knew what to do this time. She pushed out against him and felt his finger slide all the way in. She felt almost too full, with what felt like half of Matt’s hand buried in her ass and Dylan’s cock filling her, but it felt strangely good at the same time.
Matt twisted and spread his fingers with each new stroke. It wasn’t necessarily painful, it just took time to get used to the stretching sensations. She realized she was eager to take the pressure Matt gave her with each stroke. She wanted more, but she wondered how much she could take.
“More.” She panted the word, rocking back hard into Matt’s hand and surprising herself with her boldness. Matt answered her plea by pulling out of her instead. The sudden emptiness was not what Paige had wanted, and she growled in protest.
Matt chuckled. “Patience, kitten. Give me a minute.”
She saw him reach for one of the condoms on the bed and then heard the wrapper tear open. The realization of what he was about to do scared her, but a thrill shot through her in spite of the fear. While she waited for Matt, Dylan sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. She gasped as a jolt shot to her clit. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, and she squeezed him with her legs. She felt his cock twitch inside her and her pussy clenched again.
Dylan released her nipple and sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh hell, Matt, I was wrong. I can’t stay like this forever. She’s going to fucking kill me down here.”
Neither Dylan nor Paige had long to wait. Matt moved up close behind Paige again, but this time the pressure she felt was from something much larger than his fingers. And she knew exactly what that something was.
Matt stroked her ass and a liberal amount of lube slid down her ass crack. “We’re going to take this as slow as we need to, Paige, regardless of what the kid under you wants to do.”
Dylan blew out a puff of air. “Sure, go ahead. Take your time. I’ll just be down here dying.” His voice was strained, but he winked at Paige, so she knew he was just playing. She liked that about him.
Matt’s cock pressed against her ass, and she took a deep breath, then let it out slowly and pushed out. To her surprise, she felt him slide past her tight ring, which didn’t feel nearly as tight as it had when they’d started. She put any lingering fears aside and let Matt do the work, willing herself to relax with each fraction of an inch that she took of his cock.
It was tight, there was no doubt about that. But each time he withdrew and then worked back inside her, just a little farther each time, she began to push harder against him. She wanted to take more, to take all of him. It happened faster than she had thought it would. Before she knew it, she’d taken Matt’s full length into her, and his body molded against her ass.
The pressure was too much, both cocks filling her to the point that she needed to do something. She needed to move. She rocked, but she was trapped between Matt and Dylan, and there was n
owhere to go.
Dylan gripped her hips and held her still, a tight grin on his face. “How about you just hang out, and let us do all the work?”
She panted harder and faster. “What–whatever you say.” She was just needing someone to do something. And they did.
Both men started an almost choreographed movement, with Paige suspended between them. One withdrew from her and the other thrust into her. She cried out, words chased from her mind. They did it again. And again. She couldn’t think or process the sensations. There was nothing but sliding bodies and friction as they moved against one another.
Paige had no sense of time passing as Matt and Dylan plunged into her over and over again, whether it lasted seconds, minutes, or an hour. Her whole world shrunk down to the contact between her body and theirs. The only sounds she heard were groans of pleasure, theirs and hers.
The friction between them intensified, like the spark from static building up. Paige felt that tiny spark turn to a charge that made all her muscles tense. She was on the edge. So close. She groaned, needing that one last push to send her over the edge. She needed it so badly it almost hurt.
And then it came. That one last thrust as Dylan lifted his hips and plunged into her, hitting her sensitive clit just right. A shock wave exploded from her clit and raced through her whole body, surge after surge making her buck wildly between the two men. Light shattered behind her eyelids, a thousand colors splintering and fracturing.
Dylan’s cock twitched, and he yelled out, rocking his hips under her as his own orgasm took him. Another heartbeat later Matt’s low groan followed, his body slamming into hers from behind and his cock throbbing inside her from his release. They rocked and groaned and panted. Paige couldn’t tell where her body stopped and theirs began.
