Filling up the Virgin (A Menage Romance)

by Amy Brent

  “Leave them. They’re sexy as fuck,” he told me as I parted my lips and reminded myself to memorize every moment of this night. He kissed my legs, starting at my knee and moving up my thighs as I looked down at him. Once his breath was fanning across my pussy, I cried out and dropped my head back. Any previous attempts at this had been awkward enough for me to stop but this time I held my breath until he was licking me slowly. “Sweet,” he murmured before sucking my clit into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

  “Declan, don’t stop,” I pleaded with him as he licked and teased me, his hand locked around my thighs to keep me open for him. It was intense and even punishing at times, with the way his lips and tongue moved and the brush of his teeth against my sensitive skin was what sent me over the edge as I cried his name. “Fuck. That felt so good.” I gripped his hair as I rode out the waves of pleasure and felt his tongue against my sensitive nub.

  This was what sex was supposed to feel like. This is what all the fuss was about.

  I gasped as Declan stood to unbutton his shirt and toss it to the side, revealing a perfect torso with just the right muscle and abs that I wanted to lick. He released the button of his jeans and lowered them as my eyes widened. He was a big man, and I thought about my tight entrance for a moment as he lowered himself over me, kissing up my stomach as I felt my eyes close. His mouth was everything, and it was everywhere, his hands sliding all over my skin. Once he took one of my nipples into his mouth, I reached up to hold him close as I let out a long groan. He sucked it between his lips as he thumbed the other with his free hand, making me forget all my doubts as his hard cock rested against my thigh. When he added his teeth, I lurched up and cried out, loving the feeling of him dragging across my skin before his tongue attacked me. I was in disbelief that just his mouth on my nipple could feel this good and I gripped Declan’s hair as he groaned loudly. “Baby, you’re making me crazy here. You’re so fucking sexy, and I’m having trouble holding back here.”

  “Don’t. I want you inside of me,” I whispered as Declan lifted his face and looked at me.

  “Are you sure?” He asked, and I nodded fervently. “Let me get a condom. I’m assuming that you’re not on anything?” I shook my head as I wondered if they made condoms that big. I was clueless about sex and overwhelmed as he pushed himself back to grab something from beside the bed.

  Declan sheathed himself as I watched and looked me over as he hardened further. “I’ll go slow, Polly. I’ll let you get adjusted, and it’s going to hurt. You have to understand that.”

  “I do. I can handle it,” I assured Declan as he moved his hands down to spread my legs. He knelt before me, and I watched as he positioned his body to move inside of me, dropping down to kiss me as he inched slowly forward. I whimpered against his lips as I felt him stretching me open, sliding my hands into his hair as our tongues tangled together. He moved in further, and I winced in pain as he hit a barrier and Declan paused as he kissed my neck and jaw while he whispered comforting words. I worked through the pain and then desire filled my pussy, and I rocked against him, bringing him in deeper. Declan sucked in his breath and moved with me, though slowly as I begged him for more.

  Eventually, we were rocking together with need and found a rhythm as he fucked me. He fucked me harder with each thrust, and I clawed at his skin and back as I cried out his name. I was obsessed with this man inside of me, needing all of him and I arched my back as I felt myself nearing another release.

  “Declan!” I cried out as I exploded around him, wrapping my legs around him to keep him inside of me. His face relaxed, and he jerked against me as he grunted my name. It was too much and not enough all at once as I felt the orgasm washing over me in waves. I wanted to cry knowing that this was my first time and what I would remember about it in the coming weeks, months and years.

  Little did I know what would shape my life in the future.

  CHAPTER 3

  After he had pulled out of me to discard the condom, Declan pulled me close and stroked my hair. “How do you feel?” His voice was soft, and I laughed.

  “I want to do that over and over,” I admitted as he kissed my hair.

  “I can arrange that tonight if you’re not too sore,” he assured me as my nipples hardened against him, making him slip a hand between us to play with it. “You’re beautiful, Polly. You felt so good around me.”

  “This is everything I dreamed that it would be,” I told him as he moved to kiss my neck.

  “No boyfriend?” He asked as I slipped my hand around his back.

  “There was one. He cheated on me because I didn’t want to sleep with him, I suppose.” Declan drew my skin between his teeth and I groaned softly.

  “He was a fool. You would’ve been worth the wait, Polly,” Declan told me as I smiled, relieved that he was the man I’d chosen to spend my first time with. “I’m glad that I gained from his loss.”

  “I am as well,” I admitted as I felt him push me down on my stomach. I heard the tearing of a wrapper, and he parted my legs before sliding in.

  “He missed this,” Declan said as he took me hard and slow. The angle was incredible, and I clutched the sheets as he took me harder.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered as I felt his hand slap my ass lightly.

  “Say it again,” Declan told me and I cried the words out this time as he started to fuck me thoroughly. It was intense and different than before, and I felt myself push back for more. Declan groaned my name as he slid deeper into me and made me come against him, around him.

  Declan came with a low roar before he rolled onto his back and sucked in his breath. I asked him if there was water anywhere and he nodded as he told me about the fridge in the kitchen. I stood on trembling legs, focused on the soreness between my legs as I padded down the hallway and into the main room.

  I looked around again as I pulled some water out of the standard sized refrigerator and walked back over to the windows. The bottles were cold, and I pressed them against my heated skin as I thought about what transpired since the last time I was at that window. I was a new person and the lights were bright and welcoming to me now.

  I took in the view for a moment before I wandered back into the bedroom to set the bottles down on the night stand. He was still on his back, talking in a low voice on his cell phone as he stared at the ceiling. I sat on the bed and looked at him as I twisted the cap on my bottle as he set the phone down. “I have to go, Polly. One of the businesses is having an issue.”

  “It’s so late,” I said as he sighed and sat up.

  “I know. Can I take you home?” Declan seemed rushed, and I felt my heart sink in my chest as I knew this night was coming to an end.

  “That would be great,” I said, unsure of what the standard behavior was at this moment in time. I wanted to tell him to call me, but didn’t guys just toss phone numbers once they were alone? If this was a one-night stand, then he might not want anymore. Declan stood and dressed in his clothes as I walked around and put my own back on, taking in the room again. I wanted to strip and beg him to take me again, but I wasn’t that desperate. I had some pride, and I’d end this with all of it intact. We left the room, dressed and looking the way that we did when we arrived.

  I was surprised when a black car pulled up, and Declan opened the door for me, inviting me to slip inside. I did, seeing the luxury of black leather seats and even a small bar. “Would you like a drink?” Declan asked me as I held up my bottle of water. He poured a glass of whiskey and sipped it as he reached for my hand. “I’m sorry for cutting things short.”

  “It’s okay,” I replied as I felt the warmth of his big palm against my small hand. “I had a great time.”

  “I did as well. Maybe…we’ll see one another again at the club,” I was surprised at his words and the stricken look on his face. “That’s all I can promise you.”

  I got out at my apartment, and he walked me to the door, kissing my cheek before he walked back to the car. I shut my door and lock
ed it behind me as I turned to see Nicki’s pink purse on my kitchen counter. I sighed and walked back to my bedroom, hoping that she respected my wishes not to bring guys home here, something that she honored. Sure, enough, she was in my bed sleeping, and I pulled on a big shirt before I slipped under the comforter. “Hi. Are you okay?” Nicki asked sleepily as I nodded and snuggled under the blanket on the king-sized bed that I found the money for when I moved in.

  “I’m great,” I replied dreamily as she opened her eyes and looked at me in the moonlight that shone through the window.

  “Did you sleep with him?” I nodded, and she squealed as she turned to face me. “Who was he? How did it feel?”

  “His name is Declan. I don’t know too much about him other than he’s amazing in bed. I never knew that it could be that good,” I said in wonder as she giggled.

  “It can. Are you going to see him again?” Nicki asked as my face fell.

  “He didn’t ask for my number or give me his. He just said that we might see each other at the club.” I looked at Nicki. “Do you know him?”

  “His friends are part of the business crowd, and they have money. I slept with Brad, but we didn’t talk too much about him or any of them. I think that he owned some graphic design business or something.” Nicki shrugged, and I bit my lip. “I go there a lot. Don’t worry.”

  “I just liked him,” I admitted as she smiled.

  “Sex is different for women. For him, it might have been a one nighter. It was like that for me the first time, too.” Nicki wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. “You’re amazing, Poe. If he isn’t the one, somebody is.”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed as I closed my eyes and gave in to sleep. Everything would work out.

  I threw myself into classes and my part-time job as a freelance copywriter, but Declan was never far from my mind. I thought about the night that I spent with him far more than I did the breakup with James that happened the day after my night out. I confronted him, and he admitted what he did, and that was it. I thought that I should be heartbroken after losing a beau of a few months, but I felt nothing about it, thinking more about the night with Declan than anything else.

  I talked to Nicki about it the following Thursday night over pizza, and she smiled at me. “So we go tomorrow night. It was fun, right?”

  I’d only spent the night with him so I couldn’t say if it were, but I agreed. I might meet someone else, even though I didn’t want a string of one-night-stands or even other men. I went to bed that night with some hope and attended classes with a smile. That night, I sipped wine and put on my own makeup and picked the red dress that I was wearing, all meeting Nicki’s approval.

  Declan wasn’t there that night. I still drank and danced halfheartedly with some other men, but it wasn’t the same. I took a cab home with Nicki, who spent the night after seeing my long face at the end of the evening. I felt dumb for being disappointed, but there was a big part of me that hoped he wanted to see me again. Our night was cut short too soon, and I knew that we had a lot more to do together unless he already had someone else. He was gorgeous, and that was a definite possibility since I was just…me.

  I went to classes and did my work with less enthusiasm the following week, causing me to fall behind on deadlines and stay home to work all weekend. Nicki went and reported that I didn’t miss Declan and I pretended that I didn’t care, even though I did more than I let on. I just told myself that it was a night I needed to put in the past and move on. I had a good future ahead of me once I graduated and even now if I picked it apart, despite my current grades and family drama. I could bring the grades up and everything would be okay.

  I just kept thinking about Declan and our night together. It was passionate, exciting and perfect in my memory.

  When Nicki asked me to go to the club that weekend over dinner on Wednesday, I reluctantly agreed. It had been a long week with school and dealing with my bitter mother, and a few drinks and dancing sounded great. I just had to accept that it would be nothing more.

  I did my hair in loose curls and kept my makeup light. I was just going to relax and have some drinks. I wore a black denim skirt and a dark purple wrap shirt that clung to my curves and showed off a little cleavage. I could still look good.

  Nicki came over, and we took a cab to the club even though my heart wasn’t into the idea all that much. I decided to try and enjoy myself. We found a place at the bar and ordered some drinks as Nicki took a long look around. She was happily meeting men and having a fun time since she had no attachments to anybody. She glanced behind us and tilted her head for a moment as I took a long drink of my lemon drop. “Poe?”

  “Yeah?” I asked as I thought about my second drink.

  “I believe that Declan is here but I see double or something,” she said as I turned my head to look at her.

  “What?” I turned my head further to look at his table from the first night, and my mouth dropped open. Declan was sitting there, but he was next to a man identical to him with a few friends, drinking and laughing. “Twins?” Part of me thought that my fantasy just came true while another part of me was angry that he was here just having fun while I pined away for him.

  “Did you have any idea?” Nicki asked beside me as I shook my head. “You take Declan, and I’ll take the brother?” Her voice was accompanied by laughter, and I shut down the idea in my head.

  “I want them both,” I breathed as I blushed and regretted my words.

  “Damn, girl. That’s quite a jump,” Nicki remarked as I tried to find a way to backpedal my way out of ever having said that.

  “I was kidding. It’s just…twins!” I joked as I turned forward and downed the remains in my glass. “Who doesn’t fantasize about that for a second?”

  “Do you know which one is Declan?” Nicki asked as she turned forward as well.

  They looked too much alike to tell, making me feel hot and bothered as I imagined touching them both to find out.

  CHAPTER 4

  I had enjoyed a few more drinks before I turned to look back at the table. Only one of the twins remained, and I narrowed my eyes at him as someone brushed against me moving towards the bar. I glanced to my left, and my eyes widened as one of the brothers stood beside me, laughing with a friend. “Declan?”

  The man turned to look me over with an arrogant gaze, shaking his head. “The other one.” I looked at Declan at the table, who looked towards the bar and noticed me standing beside his brother. He set his beer down on the table and stood to walk over as I stared at him. “Are you the one from the one night? He mentioned you to me, and Dec was right…you’re hot.” I didn’t like the insinuations that he was making even though I’d had the same thoughts just moments ago and I focused on Declan.

  “Polly,” Declan said as he stood in front of me and looked at his brother. “You’re here.”

  “Yeah, I am,” I replied as Nicki leaned back against the bar and watched with her drink in hand. “You have a brother?”

  “This is Braden,” Declan said, gesturing to his brother as I nodded in his direction. “He wasn’t with me that night. How are you?”

  “I’m fine. The usual, you know.” I replied as I felt his eyes drift down my body while I suspected that his brother was doing the same thing. Why the hell was I so turned on? I faced the bar, ordering a couple more drinks as Braden called out some drinks and slid a large bill across the counter to pay for them. I glanced at Nicki as she raised an eyebrow at me, unsure of what to do. Braden distributed the drinks to his friends and winked at me before heading back to the table as Declan moved next to me.

  “I’ve been thinking about you since that night,” he confessed as I looked at him for a long moment. “I’m sorry that I had to cut things short. There was a lot more that I wanted to do.”

  “Where did you go?” I asked as I felt his hand on the small of my back.

  “There was an issue at our club that I had to deal with. Braden was out of town dealing with the publi
shing company that we took over for my father when he passed away.” He replied as I frowned. “I didn’t want to leave you.”

  “I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay with you.” I looked at him. “It wasn’t enough for me.”

  “I have the room tonight, but Braden will be there too. We’re staying in the city this evening,” Declan said as I wondered how similar Braden was to his brother.

  “Let’s have some drinks and dance a bit. I’ll go there with you later.” I knew that I was considering something crazy and needed a little time to sort through my head. It was wild enough thinking that I’d get Declan again without regard to the idea of suggesting that we include his brother. What had he done to me? I went from being a virgin to wanting two men touching me, pleasing me?

  Nicki disappeared with the same friend from before, leaving Declan and me alone. We had some drinks and talked about ourselves when I learned that the brothers were billionaires that ran a few different companies for their father, who was killed in a car accident five years ago. There was a good trust fund left for them, but the boys wanted to work and see what they could do. They sold some companies and put the money into a couple others that they bought, one being the night club that he left to tend to that night. I asked why he didn’t hang out there if it was like this, making Declan frown as he stared into his beer.

  “It’s a strip club, Polly. It’s something that Braden wanted and to be honest, it’s making a lot of money. Many women don’t agree with it, and I’m not there too much. That night, there was an issue with a customer and one of the dancers.”