A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  I saw Jacob mirror his brother’s actions. They continued until they were both naked on either side of me.

  I couldn’t breathe. I twisted on the smooth and thick cotton sheets underneath me, which made my hands bind even tighter. My eyes darted between the two imposing brothers and stared in wonder as they joined me on the bed.

  Jon lowered himself over me and parted my legs. “I never got a chance to finish tasting you yesterday,” he said. “I think I should pick up where we left off.”

  I twisted on the bed but Jacob got in beside me and held me down.

  Jon lifted my legs over his shoulders and leaned so close to my pussy, but he didn’t touch me. Instead, he blew air over my moist heat.

  Jacob held me still, but I struggled under his hold. Jon blew air up and down my opening until my wetness leaked out. He used his tongue to follow the trail of moisture, and I felt every path he traced.

  “Do you want my brother to eat your delicious pussy?”

  I tossed and turned on the sheets as Jon continued his blows on my sensitive opening. “Yes,” I said, unable to say more.

  “Tell him what you want, Sandy,” Jacob said. “I want to hear you beg for his mouth to suck you.”

  “Please, Jon,” I cried. “Please eat my pussy.”

  “All you had to do was ask, sweetness,” Jon said. His mouth immediately found my pussy lips and lapped at them hungrily.

  His mouth was amazing on me as his tongue explored every inch of me. He nudged my inner lips apart and aimed at my swollen clit.

  “Oh, yes.” I shook as my voice filled the room.

  “While my brother sucks you for all you’re worth, I’m going to taste those succulent breasts of yours,” Jacob said right before taking my nipple in his mouth.

  I tried to move my hands to reach for them, either of them, both of them. I didn’t care. My hands itched to search for them, but I remained helpless, bound, and at their luscious mercy.

  “Harder, Jon,” I whimpered. “More, Jacob.” I called their names back and forth until my throat ached.

  Jacob held me down with one strong hand while his other one found my free breast and massaged the delicate flesh with his fingers. His lips sucked at me until my back arched off the bed. He pinched my other nipple until it hardened.

  My legs wrapped around Jon’s head and gripped him tight as he found my pulsing clit. He was relentless as he ate at my pussy, devouring every part of my essence.

  I hungered for so much, and they were delivering what I craved and beyond anything I could ever imagine.

  Jacob lightly grazed my nipple with his teeth enough for the pleasure-pain to make me pant like a wild animal, and he switched to give the other equal attention. He altered between sucks and nibbles, sending the varied sensations straight to my core. The satisfying ache increased with each squeeze of my breasts in his large hands and taste of them with his experienced mouth.

  Jon chose that moment to apply more pressure on my clit, pushing me into orgasmic oblivion. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids as I jerked in their arms and quaked from their incredible touch. I couldn’t see or hear, only feel the sexual sensations flow through me.

  “That’s our girl,” Jacob said as he kissed up to my neck. “Let it consume you.”

  I shuddered against them until the last bouts of my orgasm subsided and my body relaxed.

  “Are you ready, Sandy?” Jacob asked. “Are you ready for us to take your virginity?”

  Chapter Ten

  Tightness filled my lower belly and made my pussy quiver, but underneath was a small layer of anxiousness. The brothers were going to take me in every way. They promised me that more than once, and it was about to happen.

  “Answer him, love,” Jon said, crawling up my body until they were both on either side of me. Huskiness filled his voice as he eyed my nakedness. “You ready for us to pop that cherry of yours? You ready to take both of us?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “I’m ready. I want both of you.”

  “What do you want us to do?” Jacob nibbled at my ear. “Say it or we can’t give it to you.”

  Their bodies pressed against me, and I could feel how hard they both were. The brothers were more than ready to possess me. I only had to give them what they wanted in return.

  “I want you to fuck me and take my virginity. Right now!” I said.

  “Look who’s becoming the demanding one. I think we should comply with her, Jacob.”

  “I agree,” Jacob said. He reached over to the nightstand.

  Jon tilted my body until I faced him and kissed me. His mouth tasted me, and mine did the same.

  I could make out hints of me on his tongue and traces of something fiery-sweet like cinnamon. My hands pulled at the restraints so I could reach more of him, but I couldn’t get close enough.

  He pulled back and smiled. “I bet you want us to release you?”

  I nodded. I had to touch them both. Feel my hands roam over their skin, glide over their firm muscles.

  “We’ll give you a release all right,” he said. “Just not that kind. Not yet.”

  I heard a bottle top click open behind me, but Jon kept me facing him.

  “I’m going to deflower that sweet virgin pussy of yours while my brother claims your virgin ass.” Jon grinned as his fingers sunk into my pussy. “You’re already soaking wet for us.”

  As he explored my front opening, I felt a finger dance around my tight back entrance. Jacob smeared a smooth, cool liquid around my puckered flesh.

  I tensed at having him so close there.

  “Relax,” Jacob said. His breath tickled the side of my face as he spoke. “I promise the pain will be short. After that, there’s nothing but pleasure.”

  My body released the tension as I leaned into Jacob and Jon continued stroking the front of me.

  “Good,” Jacob said before he pushed a finger inside. “Ease into it like that.”

  He slipped in and moved back and forth with ease. His intrusion was amazing.

  “You understand why we made you prepare for us,” Jacob said, easing a second finger in me. “We wanted you open and ready.”

  The friction from both brothers made me twist between them, unsure of whether I wanted to move closer to Jon or back into Jacob.

  When Jon removed his hand, I whimpered from his absence.

  “I can’t wait anymore.” Desire filled his eyes as they roamed over me. “I have to be inside you.”

  Jon lifted my leg and wrapped it around his side. He placed the tip of his hard cock at my entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward. I closed my eyes and gripped the taut silk tie with my hands. The contrast between pain and bliss made me squirm as he moved all the way in.

  “Damn,” he said. “You’re so tight, Sandy.” He continued pressing forward until he couldn’t go any further.

  My insides burned with the stretch, but the pleasure was right behind it and overtook the discomfort.

  “I’m all the way in,” Jon said. “I’m going to move.” He slowly slid back until he was almost out of me, and he pushed forward with more force.

  My breath was forced out of me, and I nearly lost control as he gained a steady motion.

  Jacob chose that moment to add a third finger. “Are you ready for me too?”

  “Jacob, yes. Please.”

  He removed his hands, which were quickly replaced by the head of his cock.

  Jon slid almost out of me again and stopped moving to give Jacob better access. Whenever they stopped, I suffered. They had to keep going.

  Jacob breached my tight opening and took even more time entering than Jon did. He was so big, that I thought he would split me in two.

  “Too much,” I cried. “It’s too much.” I didn’t care whether I meant the splendid pain or the pulsing ache of desire spreading through me.

  Jacob reached around and found my clit. His finger rotated around the sensitive nub as he pushed in deeper.

  “Jake!” my voice screamed. I didn’t hav
e time to regret calling him the nickname he disliked because he pushed all the way into me until I arched into him.

  My body was utterly full and complete with them inside me, and that’s when the most wonderful thing happened. They moved.

  Jon moved forward as Jacob pulled out. Then they reversed their actions. In and out. Back and forth. The contrast of being empty and filled had me jerking between them. The tie bit into my wrists, but I didn’t care. All that mattered were these two men sandwiching me in between their strong bodies as they fucked me silly.

  Jacob’s fingers massaged my pulsing clit as Jon leaned over and greedily took my nipple in his mouth. Feeling exploded everywhere around my body.

  “You love having us both inside of you, don’t you?” Jacob pressed harder on my clit.

  “Mm hmm.” I could sense the peak of climax looming close.

  “We’re both going to fill you with our seed, and before long, you’ll be swelling with our children. Tell me you want it.”

  “I. Want. It.”

  “Come with us then, baby. Come hard.”

  Both men increased the speed of their thrusts.

  I babbled uncontrollably, not caring about the sounds coming out.

  Jacob squeezed my clit firmly between his fingers as Jon grazed my nipple with his teeth, and the world flew away as I closed my eyes.

  I screamed and convulsed like a mad woman. I shook until my limbs trembled and my pussy and ass quivered around their hardness.

  Jon sheathed himself all the way inside of me and came first, filling my pussy with his hot cum. It made another orgasmic release hit me as his cock jerked inside of me.

  When Jacob finally came, I was a bundle of heightened sensation as he throbbed in my tightness, exploding into me.

  My body thrived when they were both fully inside me, and I realized I could never feel complete again without both of them connected to me.

  I must have passed out for a moment from the overwhelming release because I realized my hands were free, and I didn’t remember either of them untying me.

  They each took a hand and kissed the marks that encircled my wrists.

  “Did we hurt you, sweetness?” Jon asked.

  “No.” I smiled, stretching between them. “But I really want you to do it to me again.”

  “Oh, we plan to. Many times over.”

  “Promise?”

  Jacob laughed, and I’d never heard such a sound come from him before. He was always so serious. Even Jon arched a brow up at him.

  “Don’t laugh at me, Jacob,” I said.

  “I’m not laughing at you, honey,” he said, pulling me close to him. “I’m laughing because I love the way you think, and I want you to start calling me Jake.”

  I smiled at his endearment for me, but I was confused at his request. “You don’t like that nickname.”

  “I do when you use it.” His voiced lowered into a deep sexiness that made my pussy come to life again. “Say it for me like you did earlier when I was inside you.”

  “Jake.” I laughed with him.

  “See?” he said. “Perfect.”

  Jon slid over so I was snuggled between both of them again. “I can’t argue with that, brother. She’s perfect all right. Everything we ever wanted. I think it’s decided that her interview was a success.”

  I melted into them as they planted kisses all over my sensitive body, reawakening it from its short rest.

  Jake and Jon Sims. My men. Perfection indeed.

  Chapter Eleven

  Waking up alone was not how I envisioned starting Valentine’s Day. I imagined greeting a new day with Jon and Jacob snuggled up against me. After I felt for them, I dreaded opening my eyes.

  Maybe I dreamt my entire time with them after all, or it was possible I’d obsessed over them so long my mind was creating delusions, sexy and panty-burning delusions to be sure but thoughts far from real life. Crazy didn’t seem half bad if I could have them.

  If I woke up completely and found myself back in my bedroom and alone, I didn’t know if I could take it. I’d be left to fantasize about them from a distance. Not even at a distance since my internship was over.

  I couldn’t force my eyes closed forever. Whether I liked it or not, I had to face reality. Relief washed over me as I took in the foreign bed that was large enough to fit a group of people. The masculine room filled my vision next, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

  I sat up to find an empty bedroom. Even though it wasn’t a dream, I was still all alone. There were no signs of Jon or Jacob. I listened out for them, but I didn’t hear any movement or voices.

  I panicked before I could stop myself.

  Wrapping the bed sheet around me, I hopped off the large bed and ran for the door. I bumped into something large and solid that barred my way. Two hands grabbed me before I could fall back on my ass.

  “Where are you rushing off to, beautiful?” Jon’s voice filled my ears.

  I looked up into the cheerful face I had gotten used to over the last couple of days. His smile was one I could look at forever.

  “You’re real,” I said before I could censor myself. I placed my hands on his muscular chest that was hidden underneath the Oxford shirt.

  “Real and in the flesh, as far as I know,” Jon said and chuckled. He stopped and lifted my chin up so I could look him in the eyes. “You okay?”

  “I just thought maybe I imagined last night, imagined everything really.”

  He wrapped his arms around my waist. “If so, you have one wild imagination that I want to experience again and again.” His lips came down and claimed mine, and I forgot all my earlier fears.

  His lips were soft and sensual, lips that were made for kissing. His warmth consumed me and lit a fire that I wanted to never extinguish.

  When he pulled away, I groaned in protest.

  “I want more, too, baby,” he said. “But you have to eat breakfast. You’ll need all that energy for your last intern day.”

  I almost forgot. Today was my official last day as Sims Innovative Industries. I was no longer their intern, but I had so much more to look forward to.

  “Why don’t you take a quick shower and meet us downstairs when you’re done? We had our shopping assistant get you an outfit for work today. It’s in the bathroom on the rack for you.”

  “Can’t we just go back to bed?” I asked and attempted the saddest pout I could muster. “Jacob could come back upstairs.”

  He laughed and kissed me once more, but not as long as I wanted.

  “Don’t let him hear you say that, or that light spanking he gives you will make an entrance on that sweet ass of yours.”

  “I don’t mind if it means staying in.”

  “Don’t tempt me, or I may take you up on it and tell the whole company to go to hell,” he said.

  Before I could persuade him, he kissed me on the nose and guided me back into the bedroom.

  “We’ll see you downstairs when you’re ready.” He left before I could protest.

  I found the outfit Jon said they bought for me, and it was a complete upgrade from what I usually wore to work. The blazer and skirt were soft and navy blue. A white button-down blouse was even softer. Then I noticed the name: Armani. I didn’t want to think about what it cost them. After the dress, this was the last thing I was expecting.

  I didn’t want to be with them because they had money. I agreed to be with them because I wanted to be theirs, and I hoped they understood that. My meeting with them flashed back in my thoughts along with our night at the opera house. As sensual as my time with them was, I didn’t know what we were to each other.

  Boyfriends sounded so juvenile and insignificant for what I felt for them, while lovers seemed too intimate. I did like the sound of calling them my lovers. For me, there was no one else but them. I’d fallen a long time ago, and there was no going back, but what about them? It was too soon for them to love me. Sure, they said they wanted me, but they never said anything to
clarify what we were to each other.

  Jacob had said I could call him Jake. That was going to take some getting used to since he’d always been Jacob to me, but maybe that small allowance meant something. After all, he forbade anyone from using it, even friends and business partners. I’d never even heard Jon using it. Was I the exception for a reason? I didn’t want to get my hopes up only to be disappointed by them later.

  I showered and promised myself I’d know what we were in our relationship status by the end of breakfast. I had them, but not knowing what we were to each other nagged at me. Jacob said they had needs that other women couldn’t fulfill. In the end, what if I couldn’t either?

  Questions filled my head as I dressed and didn’t let up as I went downstairs. I tried to force them to the back of my mind so they didn’t overwhelm me, but I always had the tendency to overthink things. Being with Jonathan and Jacob Sims was no different.

  Without being consumed by the brothers, I was able to appreciate their home more as I made my way to the kitchen.

  Artwork and scenic pictures filled their walls, each artist a different style than the one before. I recognized some of the historic landscapes of Chicago, but there were others of beaches and mountains that I couldn’t place. Each one felt like a little doorway into Jacob and Jon’s lives and I had a need to take it all in.

  I wanted to know everything about them, the things you couldn’t just look up online or read in a tabloid.

  I found them in the dining room next to the kitchen. What I wasn’t expecting was to find Jacob in the kitchen cooking. He seemed so relaxed making eggs that he had me entranced. He always gave off such control that I’d never seen him so calm.

  “Good morning,” Jacob said, glancing at me but returning back to cooking. “Jon is at the table. Go have a seat. Breakfast will be served shortly.”

  Part of me was disappointed. I’d already gotten a kiss from Jon and wanted one from Jacob, too, but his focus never turned back to me.

  The dining room table was already decked out with coffee, orange juice, fruit, bagels, bacon, and other delightful things that made my stomach rumble. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I saw it.