“Hey,” Dillon said, shocked when the hot sexual interest in Jenna’s eyes suddenly cooled, replaced by sadness so deep that it made his stomach tighten. He stepped forward, then paused when she took another step back.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Cole asked, glancing down at himself, then Dillon before looking at her again. “Is it our size? Because that’s not going to be a problem, baby. We’ll fit inside you perfectly, and we won’t hurt you.”
Jenna nodded, then shook her head. When she looked up at them, Dillon wanted to swear at the shame that had joined the sadness in her eyes. “Did you change your mind, angel? If you have, it’s okay, I promise.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head firmly.
“What is it then? You can tell us anything, Jenna. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it, okay?”
“It’s just that you two are so…so…beautiful and perfect,” she said. Dillon couldn’t help but smile, pleased that she liked their bodies, and neither could Cole.
“We’re real glad you think so, baby, but I don’t see how that’s a problem,” Cole said.
Jenna dropped her eyes. “I’m not.”
She spoke so softly that they barely heard her. “I don’t understand,” Dillon said, stepping toward her again, keeping his movements slow. “I told you earlier that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and I meant it.”
She took a deep, shuddering breath. “You haven’t seen all of me.”
“Why don’t you let us decide for ourselves,” Cole said, moving closer so he could brush a curl from her cheek.
Once again Dillon could almost feel her gathering her courage. She wanted them, but at the same time, she was afraid of something. Whatever it was, she conquered it enough to nod her head in agreement.
“Thank you,” Cole said, leaning over to kiss her gently while Dillon knelt down and unbuckled the ankle straps on her shoes, taking the opportunity to compose himself. He’d been very worried that Jenna’s fear would outweigh her desire. After getting so close to what they’d spent years yearning for, he’d been terrified she’d send them away at the last moment. He ran his hand slowly down the back of her thigh to her calf, then tapped her foot lightly, biting back a groan at the silky softness of her skin. She placed her hands on Cole’s chest before slipping her foot out of one shoe, then the other. Dillon rubbed the light marks the shoes had left on her feet, then set the shoes aside. He stood up and grasped the zipper on the back of her dress, then slowly pulled it down.
Jenna’s hands left Cole’s chest to allow the dress to slide off her shoulders and down her arms to puddle at her feet, leaving her in a pink lace bra and matching panties. When Dillon unhooked the bra, her arms went up automatically, holding it in place. Cole reached for her hands and tugged them gently away so that the bra slid down her arms and fell to her feet with the dress. Cole swallowed hard as his eyes feasted on her.
Dillon stepped around Jenna, sighing softly as he gazed at her body. She was slender without being skinny, and toned without being muscular. She had high, full breasts tipped with the sweetest pale pink nipples he’d ever seen, a tiny waist, and a perfect, heart shaped ass. Her skin was the color of warm cream with a scattering of tiny cinnamon freckles on her shoulders, and softer than anything he’d ever felt in his life.
“Can you believe it?” Cole rasped as he reached out to touch one nipple with a calloused fingertip. He groaned when it immediately stiffened at his touch.
“She’s so sensitive,” Dillon replied, his voice hoarse and gravelly. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
They both smiled to see that when Jenna blushed, she blushed all over, the soft rose flowing up her stomach and over her breasts, then up her neck and across her shoulders before reaching her face. Dillon tucked his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs, unable to stand even that tiny scrap of lace between their eyes and her body. When he found that her mound was smooth and bare, he had to bite the inside of his mouth almost hard enough to draw blood to prevent himself from coming at the sight.
“What’s the matter baby?” Cole asked. Dillon’s eyes flew to Jenna’s, and he frowned before glancing down at her body again.
“You’re perfect, angel,” he said. “Completely gorgeous in every way. I don’t get what it is you’re worried about.”
Jenna bit her lip. She couldn’t understand why or how they could miss seeing what was right in front of them, but if they didn’t see it, she didn’t want to point it out. She was trying to decide what to say when Cole reached out and traced his finger lightly from her ribs to beneath her right breast. Her shoulders slumped again and she closed her eyes, waiting.
“What’s this scar from?” he asked. She opened her eyes just as Dillon caught sight of another scar, tracing it the same way Cole had the first one. The more they looked, the more they saw. She could only stand there and wait as they examined her breasts and stomach, shivering slightly as she forced herself to keep her arms at her sides.
Dillon ran his fingers over the slightly raised lines that marked her in eight different places from her chest to her lower stomach, the worst one a jagged line that ran from just above the left side of her navel all the way to her right hip. They were hard to see against her creamy skin in the dim light until they knew what to look for.
“Are these scars what you were worried about us seeing?” She nodded. “Angel, they’re so faint we didn’t even notice them at first.”
“They don’t make you any less beautiful,” Cole said. “They certainly don’t make us want you any less. How did you get them? Do you have more anywhere else?”
“I was in an accident,” she said, flushing hotly at the lie. She hated to lie, but she’d given it a lot of thought and decided to do it this one time. It was harder than she expected, but she would tell them the truth tomorrow. All of it. Truth that she knew would send them running without a single look back. Once her secret was out she doubted any man in town would ask her out again, but that didn’t bother her in the least. She only wanted Cole and Dillon. No one else. Right or wrong, and she felt very much that it was wrong, she wanted this night. She needed it.
“What kind of accident?” Cole asked, staring at a long curved scar that cut across the top of her left breast. It was so close to her heart that it caused a shiver of fear to race through him.
“Can we please talk about this another time?”
“Sure, baby,” Cole said, smiling as he placed his hands at her waist and lifted her into his arms, kissing her deeply as he fitted her against his body, his cock slipping between her legs and brushing against her moist heat.
Dillon moved to turn down the covers on her bed, and Cole laid down with her in his arms, never breaking their kiss. Dillon went to where he’d left his pants and retrieved several condoms. He placed all but one on the bedside table near Cole, then climbed onto the bed behind Jenna, slipping his beneath a pillow to use later. He began kissing her neck while tracing his fingers slowly across her silky skin, a brand new sensation coming over him.
When he and Cole bedded a woman they tended to get right down to business. They were young, healthy men with an uninhibited and enthusiastic sex drive. They chose women with the same enthusiasm, who loved sex as much as they did, and who weren’t looking for romance or a long term relationship. Kissing was a great way to start things off, touching and petting got things warmed up, and then it was on to the main events which generally continued until they’d all climaxed so many times that they fell asleep in a limp pile.
Now, as Dillon kissed Jenna’s neck, he was surprised at the erotic pleasure he found in the sensation of her soft skin against his lips. He’d kissed women’s necks before, but it had been for their pleasure, not his own. Now, suddenly, that changed. He rubbed his lips lightly against the nape of her neck, inhaling the scent of her, knowing he’d never forget this moment. He placed his fingertips lightly on her shoulder, then drew them slowly down her body, brushi
ng against the side of one breast, then along her ribs before dipping in at her waist, then out again along her hip, memorizing each line and curve, burning them indelibly into his mind. Then he reached up to slide the clip from her hair, sighing as it tumbled down in a cascade of warm silk, covering his face until he brushed it gently aside so that he could feast on her neck again.
Jenna was nervous, but not because she found herself lying on her bed naked between Cole and Dillon. She’d wondered a million times if she’d feel uncomfortable or even ashamed when it got to this point and was relieved to find that she didn’t. Aside from her nervousness about them seeing her scars, she didn’t feel the least bit shy about them seeing her naked either, which surprised her. Being with the two of them felt right and natural.
She was nervous because she’d never actually made love before and had no idea what she was supposed to do. She’d told them she’d been with one person, and that had been the truth. She knew that the conclusion they’d drawn from her statement was wrong, and that knowledge made her feel like she’d told them another lie, though she hadn’t. Not really.
But she didn’t want to think of that now. All she wanted was to give Cole and Dillon as much pleasure as they were giving her. But she didn’t know how. Reaching for her courage again, she waited for Cole to lift his mouth from hers, then said, “Help me.”
“Help you what, baby?” he asked, his fingers stroking her nipples to hard points.
“I don’t know what to do.”
Cole looked into her eyes, his stomach tightening at the fear and worry he saw. “Just be yourself.”
“If I do something wrong, will you tell me?”
Cole started to frown, but caught himself in time and smiled instead. “Sure baby,” he said. “Though to be honest, I don’t think there’s a single thing you could do that we’d ever consider wrong. You can touch us wherever you want, kiss us wherever you want, and ask us to do whatever you want.”
Jenna studied his expression for a long moment, then licked her lips before leaning forward, slow and hesitant, to press her soft mouth against his throat again. This time her lips moved slowly across his skin, her warm tongue tasting, experimenting as she moved from his throat to his neck, then up to his ear, making him so hard he ached. He stretched his neck to give her better access, his breath coming in short pants as her tentative kisses drove him to the brink of his control. When she sucked his earlobe into her mouth and bit it gently he groaned, his hips arching reflexively before he pulled his head back and took her mouth with his own in a hot, passionate kiss intended to let her know just how urgently he wanted her.
“You make me so hot I’m gonna come before you even touch me,” he gasped when he broke the kiss for air. She looked up at him in surprise, then smiled a purely feminine smile that made him shiver. Then she slid her hand down his stomach and delicately explored his cock with her fingers before wrapping her hand around it. She looked up at him again, but he was getting better at reading her now and knew what she wanted. He wrapped his hand around hers, then squeezed gently before guiding her hand in a stroking motion up and down. He flung his head back, fighting the urge to come, something that he was finding harder and harder to prevent. Then he lowered his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth in the hottest, deepest kiss yet.
Jenna was so dazed by the heat of his kiss that it took a few moments for her to realize he’d left her mouth. He trailed kisses down her throat to her chest, then began exploring her breasts with his tongue. She tensed when she realized he was tracing her scars with his mouth.
“Easy, angel,” Dillon whispered in her ear. “He’s just loving you. There’s no need to worry.” He growled softly, causing her skin to pebble. “Your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered between kisses.
Jenna relaxed as her arousal intensified. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined being with them could be like this. They were taking their time, exploring every inch of her. They were loving her, she realized suddenly. She hadn’t expected that.
Cole moved back up to kiss her mouth while Dillon tore open a condom packet, put it on, then slid down the bed and gently urged Jenna to turn onto her back. He spread her legs, settled himself between them, and dragged his tongue along her smooth, velvety heat in one long, slow, swipe that had her gasping in surprised pleasure.
“You like that,” Cole said, unable to take his eyes off of her face as Dillon pleasured her.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Let me taste you.”
“Sure, baby,” Cole replied, leaning down to kiss her first. Sex with Jenna, he’d quickly realized, was nothing like any other sexual encounter he’d had. This, he thought as he gazed into her eyes before rising to his knees, was what it meant to make love.
While Dillon used his tongue and fingers to prepare her body for them, Jenna explored Cole with her tongue, not surprised at all to find that she loved the way he tasted. She experimented a little with flicking her tongue across the head, then trying to see how much she could take at once. Cole’s deep groans and harsh panting encouraged her to try for more and more.
When Dillon began kissing his way up her body Cole pulled away from her. “That’s enough of that for now, baby,” he said. “I’m not gonna last any longer and I want to be inside of you when I come.”
Jenna shivered at his words, then looked up at Dillon who was now over the top of her, holding himself up with one arm. He reached down with his other hand and guided himself to the very center of her heat. She felt him press against her, then push into her. Her head tilted back and she moaned at the sensation of being filled and stretched, inch by slow inch. She raised her hands to his sides, then around to his back, hanging on tightly as she arched up into him.
“God, Cole,” Dillon rasped once he was fully inside of her. “You’re not gonna believe this.”
“Tell me,” Cole said, his voice hot and deep.
“I don’t think I can describe it,” Dillon said before pulling back, then thrusting forward again. “Hot and soft. So soft. Like velvet. And tighter than anything we’ve ever felt before. She’s perfect, Cole. Absolutely perfect.”
Jenna was making the sexiest sounds of pleasure deep in her throat, which urged Dillon on. She was so hot and felt so good that his determination to go slow and easy this first time vanished in moments. The way she met him thrust for thrust was driving him a little crazy and before long he was driving into her with long, deep strokes that sent sharp tingles of pleasure racing down his spine. Her head went back again, baring her throat. Unable to resist the temptation, he leaned down and ran his tongue along the sensitive skin. She gasped, he bit down gently, and she came, her velvet walls gripping him even more tightly just before the rippling waves set off his own climax. He drove himself into her as deeply as he could before his body went taut, every muscle vibrating with the intensity of his orgasm, which lasted far longer than he was used to. When he could breathe again he carefully withdrew, then rolled to the side before leaning over to kiss Jenna while Cole took his place.
Jenna groaned into his mouth as Cole entered her in one long thrust. “You okay, angel?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, the word coming out a long, deep moan as her legs went up and around Cole’s hips. He looked at Cole, saw the expression of concentration on his face and knew he was already fighting his own orgasm, determined to hang on until he could make Jenna come first. Dillon waited until Cole shot him an almost desperate glance, then slipped his hand between them and stroked the bundle of nerves just above where they were joined.
Jenna exploded, her body arching up into Cole while her head went back again, her mouth open as her entire body shook with the force of her pleasure. Cole held out for a few more strokes, then he came with a deep growl, his hips jerking as he thrust deep, body stiffening, head thrown back, the muscles in his neck straining as he rode the wave of ecstasy for as long as he could. When it began to ease he leaned down and kissed Jenna’s throat, her chin, her m
outh, brushing loose curls back from her face with trembling fingers while they both fought to catch their breath.
Cole carefully withdrew, moved to Jenna’s other side, and took a moment to catch his breath. Then he began kissing and stroking Jenna’s neck and shoulders as Dillon was doing. Their ministrations growing more heated as her breathing slowed. Cole leaned down to suck one tight nipple into his mouth while he gently plucked at the other one, causing her to shiver and gasp.
“We want to take you at the same time, Jenna,” Dillon said into her ear. Her eyes opened and she turned her head to look at him but he couldn’t read the expression on her face. “Do you understand what I mean?” She nodded. “We’ll wait if you feel like that’s too much for our first time together.”
“Will it hurt?”
“We’ll be real careful, I promise. If you’re uncomfortable or want to stop at any time, you just need to tell us, all right?”
She smiled. “That wasn’t really an answer.”
“Sometimes a bit of pain serves to enhance pleasure,” he said, watching her eyes carefully as he spoke. There was curiosity there, but no fear. He looked at Cole who nodded, then reached down to stroke her folds before slipping two fingers deep inside of her. Jenna’s eyes closed and her nipples hardened.
“I want you to imagine being spanked,” Dillon said, keeping his voice low, and deep. Her eyes popped open and this time he saw a hint of fear.
“Imagine you’re naked, lying across my lap, and I’m running my hands over your luscious ass while Cole spreads your legs nice and wide so we can see everything, touch everything. Then I spank you, not real hard, not to cause harm but to cause heat. You’re really sensitive so I bet after two or three good spanks your ass will get hot and pink. The heat will spread down to your pussy and make your clit throb. You’ll try rubbing yourself against my thigh, but we won’t let you do that. We’ll keep you right where we want you until we’re finished. When I’m done spanking you, Cole will take his turn, first one cheek, then the other, then back again, and you’ll get so hot that your juices will flow out of you, coating your thighs and mine.”
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