FriendlySeduction

by Gillian Archer

  “Too cold?” Marc murmured against her neck.

  She pulled away from Rob’s kiss. “Definitely not,” she breathed.

  “Good.” Rob grabbed the hem of her borrowed shirt and swept it over her head then to the floor before she could blink.

  Instinctively, Sara crossed her arms over her body as if she could hide her ample chest and plump tummy from them. As thick as her arms might be, they would never hide the bounty of her body. Unable to look up from the comforter, Sara took a deep breath, slowly let her arms fall to her sides and waited for their judgment.

  “Wow.”

  “I-I…uh…”

  She peeked up at Rob and saw him staring back at her with rounded eyes and a slackened jaw. If she didn’t know better, she’d think it was the first time he had ever seen breasts. A quick glance over her shoulder told her Marc was in the same boat as Rob. Sara smiled to herself. All her doubts about her overly rounded body disappeared. She had managed to make these two hot, buff guys speechless by the sight of her bra.

  “Wow, babe…those are just… Wow.” Rob’s brain didn’t seem to be working. His stare never left her chest.

  Her nipples hardened and pointed prominently up.

  “Nope. I think you’re still well ahead of us in the clothing department.” Marc nodded at her demi-bra.

  “I—uh… I don’t know…”

  “Sshhh, baby. It’s okay, we’re going to take this at your speed,” Rob murmured. “Not at warp speed like someone might prefer…”

  “Sorry,” Marc replied sheepishly before going back to nibbling on Sara’s neck. “I keep forgetting we have all day…”

  Sara sighed. She really liked the sound of that. Rob drew her attention as his hands moved softly up and down her arms.

  “You okay, babe?”

  She nodded mutely.

  “Ready for more?”

  She moaned as Marc began nibbling on her earlobe. How did he know her weak spot?

  “I think that’s a yes,” Marc murmured in her ear, his hot breath causing a new batch of goose bumps on her arm.

  Sara took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to do this. She had every woman’s fantasy in bed with her—two gorgeous, built hunks and the added bonus that she loved them both.

  As Marc continued to torment her nape, Rob moved his hand from her arm and up to cup her left breast. Sara bit her lip as his calloused thumb caressed her nipple through the lace of her bra. The exquisite dual torture from her guys made her breasts feel swollen as her nipples throbbed in response.

  “Now see, this is what I love.” Rob reached around her and unclasped her bra. “Two tight little nipples like ripened berries.” He dropped his head and latched on to her right nipple and suckled.

  God, the sensation was amazing. Although it wasn’t the first time a man had gotten to second base, there was just something special about Rob touching her. And the things that man could do with his mouth… Sara moaned as his tongue flicked her nipple before he gently bit down. She swayed toward him, unable to concentrate enough to even continue to sit upright.

  “Come here, honey.” Marc pulled her away from Rob until she leaned against Marc’s chest. Her nipple popped out of Rob’s mouth. She whimpered at the cold draft caressing her wet tip.

  “Just want to get you comfortable so the only thing you have to concentrate on is us.” Marc slipped from behind her and pushed her back onto the pillows while he reclined next to her on the bed.

  “And the naughty things we’re going to do to you,” Rob finished with a wicked grin.

  Sara took a deep breath as they ran their hands over her body—up her arms and over to trail teasingly across her breasts before moving down to rub her navel. She groaned at the exquisite torture.

  “I don’t think she’s enjoying this anymore.” Rob chuckled.

  “Come on, guys, get to the good stuff already!” Sara couldn’t stand the agony of the suspense. What was going to happen? Who was going to do what? And where?

  “Some things need to be savored.” Marc leaned forward, took her left nipple into his mouth and suckled lightly.

  Rob bent to take her right nipple back into his mouth. He nibbled, his teeth scraping and nipping before his tongue came out to soothe the ache.

  Which created an answering pang between her thighs. The juxtaposition of Marc’s gentleness and Rob’s roughness drove her insane. She looked down to watch both men’s heads rubbing up against her. The sensory overload made her eyes roll back. She couldn’t stand to watch and feel their caresses at the same time. She’d gladly go blind if only she could continue to feel their touch.

  Sara groaned as Marc nibbled at her nipple then laved it with his tongue as if he could take the ache away.

  Rob meanwhile had taken a southerly path, licking his way down her torso. His tongue dove into her bellybutton.

  Sara shrieked and wiggled to get away.

  “Ticklish spot,” Marc mumbled between nips.

  “Uh-huh,” Rob agreed as he continued his way south. His hands came to rest on her hips, hooking his thumbs under the elastic at her sides.

  Suddenly, Sara felt unsure. She should probably have worn sexier underwear. What woman goes out to lose her virginity in polka-dot bikini bottoms? She should have worn some sexy thong number to drive them wild. At least they weren’t granny panties.

  Marc softly whispered, “Hey?”

  “We must be doing something wrong if you have that look on your face,” Rob said.

  “I-I just… I don’t know. I want to be…”

  “Darling, you are. You’re sexy and hot. Marc and I are two damn lucky SOBs to be here with you.”

  “Are we going too fast again, honey?” Marc asked.

  Sara took a calming breath. “No.”

  She wanted this. Them. That little doubting voice in her head needed to shut up.

  “All-righty then.” Marc returned to his licking and teasing of her breast while Rob rubbed his hand over her polka-dot panties.

  A familiar warmth spread through her face.

  “Just relax, babe.” Rob stretched up and covered her lips with his.

  The wonderful feeling of his masterful kiss and the way his tongue swept inside her mouth soon had every thought gone from her head. She felt like one big, throbbing nerve ending as her entire body became a pulse point, pounding in rhythm with her heart.

  She moaned as Marc left her breast to blow gently on the wet tip. His hand came up to pluck and torment her other pulsating nipple, his calloused fingers rough against her skin.

  Rob’s hands had never left her hips as his mouth continued to devour hers. Slowly, one of his hands moved over to cover the front of her panties. He gently teased and caressed the seam of her labia, rubbing gently while his fingers traveled up and down.

  Sara knew his fingers were getting wet from the dampness now leaking through her panties. But she wasn’t embarrassed, she reveled in the feeling and the power of having two men in her bed, all their attention focused on her alone.

  Wait, was she being a little too selfish? Should she be giving back? Caressing them as they caressed her? Sara wasn’t sure what she should be doing.

  “She’s thinking again.” Marc rubbed the back of her neck and she became aware of just how tense she had become.

  Rob drew back. “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t…” She couldn’t look at them. She kept her eyes closed and finished in a rush. “I don’t know what to do. I feel so selfish. Should I be touching too? I-I…” She shrugged helplessly. If only she had more experience, she’d know what she was supposed to do.

  “Princess, we don’t want you to do anything except be open to what’s going on.” Marc continued to rub her neck.

  Sara opened her eyes to see Rob grinning wickedly.

  “Besides, if you did, this wouldn’t last very long. We just want you to relax and enjoy the ride. Okay?”

  Sara nodded.

  “Come here, honey.” Marc leaned up and ki
ssed her.

  His soft, gentle kiss was so sweet. And the tender way he cupped her jaw made Sara feel special—as though he was cherishing her with his lips, as if this was a special moment for him too. Now Sara wasn’t worried about what was going to happen next. She was going to be okay because her two best friends in the world would guide her through it.

  “Ready for the best part?”

  She dimly heard Rob’s question through the fog caused by Marc’s kiss and pulled back to nod. “Oh yeah.” Sara gave them her own wicked little smile.

  “Now that’s the attitude I wanted to see.” Rob pressed his lips against hers for a quick, hot kiss that curled her toes.

  Oh man, this was going to be one hell of an experience.

  Rob slowly kissed his way down her body once again, taking obvious pleasure in wandering over to her nipples for a quick nibble before roaming farther south.

  She gasped as his lips trailed over her tummy. Crap, she really meant to start doing those crunches. She sucked in her gut and hoped they wouldn’t notice. But she lost her train of thought when Marc suckled her nipple again as Rob curled his thumbs under her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs.

  “Damn,” Rob breathed.

  Marc pulled away from her nipple with a pop. “Oh Jesus.”

  “How long have you waxed?”

  “Why have you waxed?”

  Both men stared at her crotch as if they couldn’t believe their eyes. Sara felt that familiar heat in her face again. “What? Lots of girls do it.”

  “Did you do this for that bastard Greg?” Rob bit out.

  Sara shrugged while she bit her lip and begged them silently to let it drop. She didn’t want to talk about him now. Not when she had two hot and horny men in her bed.

  Marc grinned. “I always thought he was a dipshit.”

  “He doesn’t know what he missed,” Rob tossed in.

  “And he never will.” Marc kissed her again, this time with more intensity, as if he was marking her, claiming her as his. His lips moved strongly over hers then his tongue dove between her lips to claim her fully.

  Sara moaned and kissed him back. This was the man she remembered from last night. Marc wanted her just as fiercely as Rob.

  While she continued to kiss Marc, Sara felt Rob part her thighs, his hands on her knees as he slowly moved them wider. She tried not to think about her most intimate parts—parts only her doctor and her beautician had seen until now—being so openly displayed.

  “Ssshh, baby. Just relax,” Rob whispered against her thigh.

  Marc pulled back to breathe hotly in her ear, “Just hold on and enjoy.” He licked her lobe before biting down on it.

  Rob ran a finger up and down the seam between her lower lips.

  Sara mewled as she felt the slickness of her juices begin to coat his digit. After a moment, Rob slipped the finger inside her.

  She gasped at the intrusion.

  “Relax, darling,” Marc murmured. “Just lie back and think of England.”

  Sara chuckled weakly. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the back of Marc’s neck to pull him down for another hot, grinding kiss.

  As she kissed Marc, Rob thrust his finger in and out of her. The slow, agonized rhythm drove her crazy. She moved her hips impatiently. She wanted more, deeper.

  Rob ran his hand up to tease her clit. Sara moaned as he made tantalizing circles around it. While she panted, Marc moved down and nuzzled her breast. The dual action made her head spin.

  “Guys,” she breathed. “I think we need to move on to the main event. I don’t want to ruin the show before it starts.”

  “Ah, honey, this is just the warm-up. You need to come at least once before we get there.” Rob smirked.

  “Now? Before you…”

  “Uh-huh. That’s how a real man does it.”

  Sara moaned at the thought. She had only ever managed one a night when she was seeing to her own pleasure. She couldn’t imagine what these men planned to do to her if this was just the warm-up.

  Rob slowly circled her clit while Marc toyed with her nipples. Her hips lifted, she was so close. Rob flicked her sensitized clit and she spasmed. Her body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body.

  Finally, Sara lay back with euphoria racing through her veins. Oh my God! She just had her first orgasm with a guy and she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Oh my God! Her entire body glowed with her pleasure. Her heart pounded and her skin felt slick with sweat. She had just come harder than ever before. No way could a vibrator compare to these guys. She wanted to do it again. And often. Oh my God!

  “Fuck, that was hot.”

  She opened her eyes to see Marc grinning down at her. She giggled weakly. “It felt hot.” She looked over at Rob. “So what happens next?”

  “Whatever feels good. That’s what this is all about—making you feel good.”

  “Well, in that case, I think you guys need to get naked. It’s only fair.”

  Both men stood and moved to the foot of the bed. Sara couldn’t decide who to watch as they stripped. She watched with bated breath as Rob and Marc unzipped their pants and drew them down their legs. Her gaze bounced back and forth between the guys, not wanting to miss a thing.

  A red hue overtook Marc’s face as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic holding up his boxers and quickly pulled them down. Rob did the same but shamelessly, boldly looking at her and without the cute blush darkening Marc’s cheeks.

  The sight of both men standing in front of her in all their naked glory was indescribable. Although she was beginning to doubt the logistics of their coupling. Holy crap, they were huge.

  She couldn’t believe that these strong, handsome, virile men wanted her. She looked down at her body—her more-than-ample breasts and her rounded tummy. What the hell were they thinking? How could they want her? These two guys could have any woman in Helios.

  She plucked at the sheet underneath her. An overwhelming urge to cover up swept over her. She didn’t want her large, naked body on display any longer. Why were they here when they could be boinking their way through the hot, sexy single women in the surrounding counties?

  As she dug for the covers, her men walked over to the side of the bed. Rob placed a hand over hers, stilling her. “Because we love you—from your curly mop of hair to your cute, red little toenails.”

  “But especially that great rack. Ooommph.” Marc’s compliment was punctuated by Rob’s elbow.

  “This is not the time for levity, smart-ass.”

  “What? She’s a little down and I wanted to make her laugh. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “Uh, yeah there is.” Rob glared at his friend. “It’s wrong when we’re trying to make sure she doesn’t dart out of here because she’s intimidated. Haven’t you ever seduced a woman?”

  Sara held in a laugh as she watched her two guys square off. They exuded such a macho aura but their nudity just underlined the ridiculousness of their argument.

  “Hey, I’ve seduced plenty of women. I don’t think I have to tell you that.”

  Rob scoffed. “Really? Because from where I’m standing it looks like your game needs some work.”

  Game? Is that all this was to them? Some sort of challenge? Who could get into the Ice Princess’ pants? She knew what some of their classmates had called her. She just never dreamed these two would be in the same crowd with them. Was she just one of a legion of women who fell into bed with them? Only, she had the added incentive of allowing them to cross off the elusive Ice Princess from their long list of lovers. And bonus points for doing both of them at once.

  Their bickering fell to the background. Her pulse pounded in her ears as the walls shrank around her. God, she couldn’t breathe. Suddenly she felt vulnerable. And very naked. She had to get out of there.

  She jumped out of the bed and drew a pair of sweats on. Spying a white t-shirt on the floor, she quickly drew it over her head. She grabbed her balled-up dress, fuck-me shoes and clutch th
en made for the bedroom door.

  Rob grabbed her arm. “Whoa. What’s—”

  “I’m going home. I think the two of you have some issues to work out.” Sara jerked her arm away from Rob and stormed out the bedroom door.

  She got all the way to the living room before she realized she didn’t have any way to get home. No car. No keys.

  “Fuck it.” She grabbed the keys to Rob’s flashy car and flew out of the house.

  Chapter Seven

  Marc hung his head and stared at his empty hands. Had they just been filled with his own little piece of heaven? Or had it been a dream? He looked over at Rob standing naked beside him and realized if it was a dream, he’d entered nightmare territory.

  “Well, are you going to go fix this? Or are you just gonna sit there and fondle yourself?” Rob’s angry voice was a little hard to ignore.

  “Me? What makes you think I’m the one she got pissed at? For all we know, your little ‘game’ comment was the one that shoved her over the edge.”

  Rob smirked. “Don’t think so. It was all downhill after you complimented her rack. You fucked it up, so you go fix it.”

  “Pretty sure you’re not my dad, jack-off.”

  Rob shuddered. “If I was, this would be a seriously fucked-up situation.”

  Marc chuckled wryly. It always kind of surprised him when Rob let his dry wit go. It probably wasn’t a good sign that of the two of them, Rob was the one cracking jokes. He knew he had to calm down. Something about this situation just…didn’t sit right with him. He couldn’t shake the feeling something about their threesome was off.

  Aside from the obvious.

  Marc tried to ignore the tense sensation prickling his scalp.

  “I think if this is ever going to work, we’ve got to knock off the competitive bullshit and focus on Sara.”

  Marc nodded. “I know. You’re right.”

  “Besides, it makes it a lot easier to be in bed with another guy if I don’t have to look at you.”

  “Fuck you. You think I want to see your hairy balls?” Marc laughed.

  “You wish you had balls like mine.”

  Marc shook his head as he reached for his jeans. “How are we going to get her back?”