Their Virgin (A M/F/M Romance)

by J. L. Beck

  “My mom just left if you want to stay for dinner?” I extended the offer to Logan, knowing that Luke may also stay but I hoped he would decide to go home. The pleasure he had given me earlier was intense and so exhilarating but the feelings that Logan gave me were so much more. Logan made my heart race and my body hum. Yeah, Luke could evoke pleasure from me, but Logan could make me feel things without even having to touch me.

  I could see a conflict had already been taking place between the boys. Logan looked enraged and Luke, of course, had a smug smile on his face, showing he didn’t really give a flying fuck if his brother was upset with him. They both made their way in my direction as soon as I spoke.

  “I would love to stay. Luke, on the other hand, will be leaving… Won't you?” Logan nudged him with his shoulder, and Luke sneered.

  “Sure thing big bro. Anything for you…” I could feel the tension between them and wondered if it was my fault? I wanted Logan to stay, to give him my virginity, but would he really stay with me the entire night if Luke left, or would he change his mind? Anxiety filled my belly.

  “Is everything okay? I don’t want to cause problems for you two.” I shifted from foot to foot staring at both of them. They stopped mere feet away from me their bodies glistening with sweat, as they towered over my small form. Would it be so bad to let Luke also take my virginity?

  I bit my lip, wanting to let the fantasies come to life.

  “Oh there’s no problem sweetheart, just a little disagreement between us brothers is all.” Logan’s voice startled me, and I released my lip from between my teeth my cheeks growing red as I realized both of them were now looking at me.

  “Okay… I just didn’t want to cause a disagreement.” Honesty dripped from my words.

  Luke leaned forward and into my space, the smell of sweat, and all man filtered into my nostrils. A grin formed on his face, that grin made my panties wet and I’m sure tons of other women’s. It didn’t matter though that him and Logan looked exactly alike because I could tell with one single look who the more mature of the two of them were.

  “I was just wondering if you could possibly solve this little disagreement that was having between the two of us.” Darkness shadowed his face and a shiver ran down my spine. I was starting to realize just how different Logan and Luke were from each other.

  “Sure.” I smiled forcing myself to remain calm. Had I made a mistake? I didn’t know these two from Adam and I had allowed them in my house, and to touch me? They could be serial killers and I had all but invited them in.

  “Logan here seems to think he has a chance with you…” Luke spoke to me but his eyes stayed glued on Logan. “Would you mind telling him that my spankings turned you on more than his fingering?” The sinister smile that formed on Luke’s face made my heart beat furiously against my rib cage.

  Had Luke spanking me turned me on more than being in the shed with Logan his fingers doing delicious things to my pussy?

  “That’s enough Luke. If you want to prove a point with someone it’s not going to be Isabella.” Logan growled. There was protectiveness to his voice, and when he looked at me I could see just how much I was starting to mean to him.

  “Awe, come on brother. You share any other time.” Luke snickered, taking a step back away from us. He pulled his work gloves off, his eyes darting between Luke and I. Confusion settled into my features. Something more was going on here, something that I had no intention getting tangled in.

  “Leave. Now.” Logan ordered, his eyes brows pinching together, as his body grew rigid. His jaw was clenched and anyone could tell that if Luke didn’t leave soon that there would be fists flying.

  “Whatever you say….” Luke sneered before directing his attention back to me. His hand reached out a moment later, the rough pads of his fingers skimming across the side of my cheek. “If my brother can’t live up to your standards just let me know and I’ll be at your service baby. Any day. Anytime.” My tongue slipped from my mouth wetting my lips.

  Did I want Luke like I wanted Logan? I asked myself that question as Luke walked away, leaving Logan and me alone for the first time since he touched me alone in the shed.

  “If you want him I understand, but just know I’m in it for the long haul. I want your pussy, your body, your mind, and your soul. I want you.” I couldn’t help but smile as he spoke. How could I even question if Logan was the one for me or not? Did my ears not just hear what he said?

  “I want you,” I whispered, just as he leaned into my body. The need to reach up on my tiptoes and kiss him was overwhelming.

  “I want you too.” He whispered back right as his lips descended on mine. It was as if he could read my mind.

  Chapter Six

  Logan

  Anger still pumped through my veins warming my blood and intensifying my feelings for Isabella. I was pretty fucking sure that Luke had a death wish. He knew the moment I laid eyes on Isabella that she was mine. I claimed her and even warned him that I would be the only one to take her pussy but he had to push me. He had to see if I would stand my ground against him.

  If he wanted a fight I would give him one. I couldn’t believe for the very first time in twenty-four years that I was going to fight my twin brother for a girl. A girl he didn’t even fucking want, at least not like I wanted her.

  “Yes, sausage and mushroom only.” I watched from afar as Isabella called and ordered us a pizza. My palms were sweaty and butterflies filled my belly every time our eyes met. I had never felt this way for a woman ever, let alone one I had yet to sleep with. Every single time I looked at her my cock grew stiffer, and the air in my chest stirred.

  I forced my attention to anything but her, my eyes roaming over the furniture, the couch where Luke had spanked her this morning. Fuck him. My teeth ground together. Deep breathes asshole, I told myself moving from the sofa to the wall where a bunch of pictures hung, pictures of Isabella, and her mother.

  There was very young Isabella in nothing but a nightgown, her hair was a mess, and she had a sleepy smile on her face. Then there was another of her mother and her, on a sled in the snow.

  “I see you’ve found the baby pictures and we haven’t even fucked yet.” Isabella’s smooth voice met my ears, and I whirled around coming to a stop as soon as I realized she was almost standing on top of me. Did she just say the word fuck, and even worse, out fucking loud?

  Yeah, she needed to say more bad words because anything that was naughty spilling from her lips turned me right the fuck on. Hell I was constantly hard whenever she was around but that wasn’t the point, the point was her sweet as sin mouth had said a bad word, and that made me harder than I ever had been before.

  “I didn’t know something as sweet as your mouth could say such a dirty word.” I shifted on my feet the heat between us was so hot I wondered if I would start melting.

  “There are a lot of things that this sweet mouth does, and says that you don’t know about.” Isabella teased her long dark eyelashes fanning against her cheek as she stared up at me. Our chests were almost touching, and I could feel the heat of her body against my clothes. God, how the fuck did I get so lucky.

  “Oh really…?” I teased back, raising an eyebrow. My cock was stiff as a board, and only growing harder with every passing second that I wasn’t buried deep inside her. All I wanted was to strip her bare and imprint myself on her.

  “Yes, sir. I’ve done very, very bad things…” My stomach churned and a protectiveness I didn’t quite understand came to the surface. I didn’t want to hear about whatever it was that she did with other men. I wanted this to be just her and I. Always. I didn’t want her thinking of any other cock but mine.

  “Prove it,” I said leaning into her face, my eyes honing in on her lips, the need to possess them almost unnerving. One second I was consumed with the need to protect her and force the thoughts of other men from her mind and the next I was being hit with waves of excitement and pleasure, as she dropped to her knees in front of me and reach
ed for the button of my jeans.

  “You want my cock?” I swallowed around the lump in my throat, watching as she smiled the excitement of unleashing me from my jeans showing in her eyes.

  “Yes. I want to taste you against my tongue.” She had me mesmerized in a daze from her beauty and honesty and before I even realized it she popped the button on my jeans and started to pull them down, unleashing my cock. I watched her big hazel eyes grow wide with a mixture of fear and elation.

  “You sure you can handle it?” My tone was cocky and maybe a smidge self-absorbed but I had a big ass dick and I knew how to use it to my advantage. If I wanted to tempt and tease her before I gave it to her then I would, because I had the goods to back up whatever I said.

  She wrinkled her nose at me, “I’ve had bigger so yes.” She narrowed her eyes as she grabbed my shaft her other hand gently cupping my balls. Oh, fuck. I clenched my fists at my sides and tipped my head back.

  Was it possible this little virgin had, had bigger than me in her mouth? Did she swallow? Was she really as innocent as I assumed?

  I watched her through hooded eyes as she took my cock into her mouth at first just taking the tip well swirling her tongue around it. She was teasing, tempting me trying to see if I would snap and slam my cock into the back of her throat.

  She stared up at me, as she took more cock into her mouth her eyes never leaving mine as she took me inch by inch into her throat. The warmth of her mouth combined with the messaging she was doing on my balls was almost too much.

  The need to fuck her mouth overtook me, and I slammed the last remaining inches in her mouth. She gagged around my cock, and I smiled knowing she had been lying about having had bigger in her mouth.

  “Don’t lie to me again Isabella, because next time I’ll fuck your mouth without stopping. Do you understand me?” I growled, I was frenzied with the need to take from her my patience had dissipated a while ago, and now we were going on borrowed time.

  She nodded her eyes watering, as she inhaled through her nose, her tongue swirling over the tip of my cock again.

  “Fuckkkk.” I sighed, placing my hand against the back of her head to guide her into submission. I started out slow, allowing her to move and take as much as she wanted of me and as she became more comfortable, I upped the pace. My cock hitting the back of her throat with precision.

  She moaned around my cock, and my hands fisted into her hair. All I could feel was the warmth of her around me, and her sweet as fuck mouth taking my dick into her throat.

  My toes curled in my boots, and my balls pulled up, a shiver running down my spine. “I’m going to cum…” I sighed, feeling the distinct pleasure building in my belly. The fire burned through my body as I gripped her hair pulling it ever so slightly. Lightening showed behind my eyes as they flickered closed, my hot seed spilling into that back of her throat.

  She swallowed every last drop her tongue gliding across the tip as if she couldn’t get enough. When she released me with a pop from her mouth, I wanted to pick her up and slam her against the wall and have my way with her bringing her to the brink of pleasure and pain.

  Gratitude and warmth filled my chest. This girl, this amazingly beautiful girl swallowed my cum like a champ. There was no way she was as naïve as she was leading on.

  “Fuck Isabella. I’ve never come that fast before. Where did you learn that?” I couldn’t help but ask. I had to know. Her cheeks warmed as she let me help her up off her knees.

  “I’ve only done it a few times, and I’ve read about it more times than I can count. I guess I just based it off of the reaction from the characters in the books I read. If they like it then, you probably will too.”

  Holy fuck she was a bookworm, who read dirty romance novels. Thank you, fucking Jesus.

  “Lord have mercy on my soul. You’ve read those dirty books that were turned into movies didn’t you?” I couldn’t wipe the smug smile from my face. A shit-eating grin pulled at her lips.

  “If you’re referring to Fifty Shades of Grey then yes. Mr. Grey is one of my favorites.” All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. I needed this woman like I needed air to breath.

  “Then you want to be possessed.” I stepped into her space, my chest flush against hers. “Dominated. Owned. Worshiped.” I snagged her lips with my teeth, pulling her closer to me, crushing our mouths together. I kissed her with so much passion, and need that for a second I nearly believed this could work between us.

  She sighed into my chest, her body melting as I cupped her cheeks, kissing the life back into her.

  “I want to be owned by you.” She whispered. She had no fucking idea what she was asking for.

  “I don’t want to own you, Isabella. I just want you to be mine. All mine.” I barely got the words out, my heart beating furiously in my ears as I spoke. I was terrified, scared out of my fucking mind at falling for someone when they may not feel the same way about me.

  “I’m yours, Logan. I want you and I want to give you the most fragile pieces of my soul, and body. I want you to take them and possess them like only you can.” I cradled her face in my hands, her delicate features showing nothing but honesty and adoration.

  “How did I get so fucking lucky?” The questioned settled between us, as I hoisted her up, grabbing her by the hips, and forcing her legs to wrap around my midsection. I wanted to take her upstairs and deflower her. To own her pussy, the way she owned my heart.

  “All I can thank about is you. Your hands, your mouth, your cock, in or on me in some way.” I squeezed one of her ass cheeks digesting what she had just said.

  “Shhh. Be, a good girl. I need to have some type of patience for your first time and with all the dirty talking you’re doing right now I won’t be able to take you gently if you keep it up. Understand?” I placed soft kisses against her throat her head tipping back as I guided us towards the stairs. I had to bury myself to the hilt in that tight pussy of hers or I would die.

  “What if I don’t want you to take me gently? What if I want you to own me? To possess my body, and mind the way you possess my heart?” Anxiety tumbled around in my belly as my body shook with need.

  Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

  I could hear the doorbell ringing off in the distance but I didn’t care. They could leave, hell the entire town could burn to the ground and I would still stay put right where I was.

  “I’ve got to get the door, Logan.” Isabella pleaded her fingers threading through my hair, forcing shivers to run down my spine, the pleasure of her touch nearly bringing me to my knees.

  And even though I didn’t want to I released her, all while wondering If I hadn’t even tasted her the way I wanted to yet and had a problem letting her go what would happen once I finally tasted her?

  It was then that I knew she already owned me.

  Chapter Seven

  Isabella

  I didn’t want to stuff my face with pizza in front of Logan, but the truth was. I was fucking starving and this time it was for more than just his cock. I slipped the delivery guy a twenty and took the pizza from him closing the front door behind me. Logan was still standing in the same spot he had been a moment ago, a look of anguish on his face. I didn’t understand what was going on inside his head and I wasn’t ready to ask, because if he didn’t feel the same way as me it would shatter my fucking heart.

  If there was any man I wanted to take my virginity it was Logan. Not his brother. Not anyone else. Him. Only him. Nothing would change any of that either.

  “Pizza?” I quipped, setting the box down in the kitchen as I grabbed a slice for myself. Logan watched me, his eyes hiding any emotions that he was feeling. I took a giant bite out of the slice of pizza, uncaring to any grease that dripped off of it and onto my face in the process.

  “You…” Logan spoke, but it came out as a whisper. Confusion marred my face.

  “Huh?” I spoke around the food in my mouth, being as un-lady like as it came. He crossed the room in a flash, his lar
ge body towering over mine as he leaned into my face, his lips once again mere inches away from mine. I could feel an electrical charge forming between our bodies, as heat pulsed between my legs.

  Would it always be this way between us, him wanting me as badly as I wanted him? Or would the sensation wear off after the deed had been done, and he had finally claimed me?

  “You. I want to eat you. I’ve never wanted to eat a woman’s pussy as badly as I want to eat yours.” Shit. Holy fucking shit. My pussy clenched at the mere image of him on his knees before me, holding my hips in place while he devoured me, licking and nibbling my clit relentlessly with every fiber begin of his body.

  Air rushed from my lungs, as I lunged for him, dropping the pizza in the process. I didn’t care about anything more than him. Our lips smashed together, and it was life fire and gasoline touching for the first time. An explosion of feelings filled my belly as I let him pull me into his arms.

  “I want that. I want you. All of you.” I whispered gasping for air as I peppered his lips, and throat with kisses. My nails digging into his shoulders with the deep need to be closer to him. There was too much fabric hell there was too much air separating our bodies. I couldn’t get close enough to him.

  “Your fucking innocence is going to kill me, Isabella, you know that right?” His voice was sultry, smooth and warm. My tongue slid against the sensitive flesh of his throat right over his roaring pulse.

  “Why is that?” I teased, pulling at the hem of his shirt knowing he needed my touch as much as I needed his. Instead of answering me, he moved us from the kitchen, through the living room and in the direction of the stairs at a much faster pace than I had ever seen him move before.

  “Don’t tempt me to slam my cock balls deep inside your pussy, when I know you need much more than that right now.” The roughness of his voice turned me on that much more, pushing any fear, and restraint I had to the back burner. I let him carry us up the stairs and into my bedroom, my body clinging to his with all my strength, never wanting to let go.