either of you,” I babbled.
“Oh, Pet,” Donovan said, his voice gravelly, his eyes dark and smoky, “that’s where I’m thinking you’re mistaken.”
In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the room. He wrapped his hands around my wrists, gently twisting them outwards and pulling at the same time so that I had to follow or inflict pain upon myself. When his skin touched mine the raging horde of my hormones re-emerged, screaming across my consciousness, sensitizing me to his scent, to the texture of his hands, even to the sound of his breathing. I gasped at the onslaught and he smiled a wicked smile, knowing my weakness.
“You see, Darcy?” Jack’s voice came across the room and cut through the haze clouding my mind. “I never intended to leave you-how did you put it? Hanging in the non-orgasmic wind?” He walked slowly towards me, muscles rippling as he moved, the cinnamon tones of his skin enhanced with a flush of blood. “I just wasn’t sure what you wanted. I wasn’t sure you knew what you wanted.”
I looked at him wide-eyed. I knew what I wanted, and God help me I was going to die if I didn’t get it.
Jack moved into the space behind me, and suddenly there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world. I was dizzy with the proximity of these two men who had such strong effects on me. I felt hunger quiver through me, and both men’s eyes darkened as they realized the razor edge of control that I was walking.
“But now we know, don’t we?” he whispered, and he slid his beautiful hands around my waist, his heat scorching me through my shirt. My eyes opened even wider as I saw Donovan watching Jack over my shoulder, and the knowledge that they were both here, both wanting me, raced through me on a shiver and my knees buckled weakly beneath me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Donovan whispered as he leaned in to support me, and Jack echoed, “Beautiful,” from behind me, four hands stroking and touching me as I was supported between their broad chests.
“When Jack called I was already on my way over,” Donovan whispered as he lowered his face, angling away from my mouth at the last moment and instead inhaling deeply, the air moving across my sensitive neck and ear sending more shivers coursing through my body. He rubbed his face against mine, like a jungle cat marking me with his scent. “When I left you at the office it was all I could do not to rip your clothes off and fuck you right there. ” His voice thickened and he almost growled the last words, taking another step closer and pinning me against Jack who had moved in even closer behind me.
“But… but you left me,” I gasped as Donovan’s teeth rasped against the side of my neck, the flood of sensation chasing away my residual anger.
“He didn’t leave you because he wanted to, sweetheart,” Jack murmured as he used his fingers to draw tight circles across my belly, slowly increasing their diameter until he was grazing the waistband of my shorts and then trailing up under my breasts. “Control had a problem. Shots were fired… there was a team wide page. ” He dipped his hand under my shorts and I inhaled quickly, only to realize that the smell of them was more dizzying than the lack of oxygen.
“My pager went off-silent mode-I had to go,” Donovan explained, “I didn’t want to go-God, I didn’t want to, but I had to. You know I did.” He punctuated his statements with kisses and nips along the tendons of my neck, licking across my collarbone until he could bite the top of my shoulder, leaving a perfect imprint of his teeth.
Jack was busy too. He bunched my shirt in his hands, and when Donovan pulled his mouth away, he quickly stripped it from me. He tossed it into the living room and then slid his hands back around my waist, splaying them upwards until he was cupping my breasts, my tightly furled nipples caught between his fingers.
“I called Donovan back to Blue River,” Jack said as he gently pulled his hands forward, plucking my nipples as he went, and I whimpered as heat liquefied my bones. “I’ve wanted you for months, but I couldn’t step in until I was sure it was what you wanted. ” He rolled my nipples between his fingers again and said, “This is what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
With Jack behind me, and Donovan before me I was lucky I could string together a coherent sentence, but I knew I had to answer or they would stop, and if they stopped, I would die.
“I want,” I started and then had to swallow to loosen my voice. “I want you,” I tried again, more clearly this time, “but can I have what I want?”
My greatest fear was that they would suddenly stop and instead of desire, all I would see would be disgust.
“Pet,” Donovan spoke gently as he cupped my face in his calloused palm, “you can have anything you want.” His eyes were dark but the look in them was gentle and I turned and placed a kiss in his palm. “I know how you feel-how Jack makes you feel-and that excites me. Knowing that you’re wet, and horny, and dreaming about sex makes me crazy. I walked in here and could smell you, and when I heard you raving about needing release my cock got so hard I thought I’d burst.”
He took my hand and placed it on the hard length of his cock where it strained to escape its confines and I groaned again, so overwhelmed by it all that I felt like I was going insane. “Feel what you do to me, Pet,” he groaned. Then Jack took my other hand and placed it against his cock, and for the first time I stroked its impressive length and felt it jump under my touch. “I’ve dreamed of feeling your hands on me-your body against mine-so many times, sweetheart,” he whispered, sliding his fingers up my thigh to tease under the open leg of my shorts. “Let us fulfill those dreams,” he said, spreading the wetness up and down the length of my slit.
Donovan dipped his head to my nipple, still sensitive from Jack’s treatment of them, and sucked it into the hot, dark confines of his mouth, sliding a hand up my other leg and adding his fingers to Jack’s as he teased me.
It was more than I could stand, and my knees buckled taking all three of us to the floor in a heap.
“Please,” was the only word I could utter, and then suddenly there was one finger, and then two, from two different hands plunging into my aching pussy. My wetness soaked their hands and my muscles clenched around the invading fingers, hungry, and sucking-begging for more.
Jack removed his hand from my shorts and I watched as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them hungrily, and I turned partially, crazed, lunging at his perfect mouth, wanting to taste him, wanting to taste myself on his lips. I crushed his lips under my own, and after his first shock passed, he claimed my mouth, plunging his tongue in deeply, teasing me, tugging my lower lip between his teeth. I whimpered my need and he did it again, conquering me with his kisses, and exploring the virgin territory of my mouth.
Donovan continued to stroke my body as I kissed Jack; he loved the frenetic quality of our movement. He took advantage of my position and eased my shorts down my bare legs, leaving me naked between their still fully clothed bodies.
I no longer cared about the words-I could be single, or dating, or easy, or a fucking nymphomaniac. Nothing mattered but the two men holding me and how they cared for me and wanted me and how I wanted them. They were my friends, and my lovers, and my midnight fantasies come to life. All I wanted was to have them consume me until nothing else existed and the world fell away.
I turned to Donovan and thrust my fingers into the hair at his nape, and in a moment of crazed bravery, I pulled him to me, crushing my bare breasts against his chest and looked into his eyes.
“I want you,” I said quietly, no other words needed, and then I kissed him with all the pent up passion within me, burning my desire into him so there could be no denying it. Donovan growled deep in his throat, his feral side emerging and he pulled me even closer. While still plundering my mouth I felt him toeing off his shoes. Jack was removing his shirt, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as an image of the two of them, naked, branded itself into my brain.
Jack trailed kisses down my back, tracing paths lower and lower until he was gently biting the soft roundness of my ass. Every time I felt his teeth dig into my tender skin I felt an electric shock course through my body to my clit, triggering another wave of wetness in my pussy. Jack reached between my legs and played with the wetness, teasing me, taunting me, feeling the lips of my pussy clench as he would graze them but never fulfilling his promise by sliding them inside me. I had pulled my lips away from Donovan’s during one particularly suggestive stroke of Jack’s fingers and I was panting with desire.
“Easy, Pet,” he whispered as he guided me to my hands and knees so Jack would have better access to my pussy. “We have all the time in the world.”
I wanted to howl at him that I didn’t want to wait, that I wanted to come now but I couldn’t catch my breath enough to speak. I just arched my back and pushed my ass further towards Jack’s teasing hand, hoping upon hope that he would have mercy and fuck me with those beautiful fingers.
