Two Point Conversion

by Liane Moore

What happened next was an experience I would never forget. Not just because it was my first sexual encounter; it was because Rhett and Macon knew that, and took gentle care to both pleasure me and reassure me.

  “Tonight I’m just gonna touch. Macon’s gonna taste. You good with that?” Rhett’s question came just as his fingers skimmed down my sides, then trailed back up along my goose bumped skin, until they rested just under the curve of my full, aching breasts. A tease of what was to come. Nowhere near enough.

  All I could do was nod. It was all he needed.

  Rhett leaned down and gently placed a kiss on my lips. It didn’t stay gentle for long. He quickly licked at the seam of my lips and I allowed him entrance immediately. As his tongue entered my mouth, I moaned in pleasure. I heard Macon growl as he watched us kiss.

  “My turn, Rhett.” he bit out. From the ferocity in his voice, I was surprised he didn’t push Rhett out of the way. But when Rhett pressed one last kiss on my lips and pulled back.

  “He’s a greedy bastard,” he said. “Don’t worry, Peaches. Just because I’m much more patient, doesn’t mean I don’t want you as much.”

  The moment he was gone, I felt the weight of Macon come over me and his lips devoured mine, passionate and with no trace of tenderness. The taste and feel of him were such a contradiction to Rhett; even still, I loved them both equally. My senses were so overwhelmed that I couldn’t help rolling my hips as I started to grind my pussy on his hard cock hidden and straining against me through his jeans. Just as the friction turned to pleasure, he tore his lips from me.

  “It’s time for me to take care of this greedy, little pussy, baby. Are you ready?”

  His words had me impossibly wet and I could only nod at him. He wedged his big shoulders between my legs and the moment I felt his breath on me, I swear I could feel myself leaking onto the couch. I’d never been so aroused. I’d never felt so desired. And surprisingly, I’d never felt safer.

  “So damn beautiful. Did you shave this for us?”

  Still rendered speechless from the height of anticipation, I could only nod.

  I wasn’t prepared for the first swipe of his tongue over my clit. My hips bucked, leaving the couch as I panted breathlessly. The sensation of him sucking one of my lips and then the other into his mouth was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Just when I thought the feeling couldn't get any better, Rhett’s hands palmed my breasts. I’d been so engrossed in anticipation of Macon, I hadn’t even noticed he’d slid behind me on the couch. His hands were rough and calloused from years of work on the ranch, and my body was more than grateful. As they raked over my sensitive nipples, I gasped as they tingled and tightened to hardened peaks, just from one touch. One soft touch soon turned to him cupping my breasts, squeezing them, before pinching my nipples to add just a little pain to heighten the pleasure.

  The dual sensation of both men working me over, one with his mouth and the other with his hands, threatened to send me over the edge way too quickly. I needed something to ground me; to find something to hold on to as my orgasm neared. I reached up and grabbed Rhett’s hair, yanking his head down and forcing his mouth on mine. As my tongue dueled with his, I shuddered in satisfaction as Macon took both of his thumbs and spread me open to his eyes and tongue even further.

  The cushions beneath me dipped as I felt the motions of him humping the couch while he fervently sucked on my clit. My hips rocking, rolling, and pushing up, I was shamelessly grinding my pussy into his face, needing more and selfishly begging for it with my body. All inhibitions I may have felt flew out the window as I desperately chased the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Macon’s hungry growl against my pussy let me know he wanted to give me just that. He licked me like I was the best fucking meal he’s ever had, and no amount would ever be enough to satisfy him. From one hole to the other, he took his fill, frantically, passionately, and it was so much more than I could take.

  All of a sudden I was there.

  Dangling on the precipice of my first orgasm brought on not just by one man, but by two.

  Rhett’s thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple at the same time Macon suckled on my clit, pushing me over the edge. My thighs clenched around his head, holding him in place as my orgasm crashed down on me.

  When I finally came down from the most incredible natural high, I pushed the mask up and glanced down just in time to see Macon lift up, his eyes dark, swirling with desire. His chin glistened, coated with my come. I couldn’t believe how soaked I was, or that he’d just lapped it up like he was a starving cat and I was the most delicious cream.

  “God, Peaches, you taste as amazing as I knew you would. Rhett, you don’t know what you’re missing.” His tone was reverent, and at that moment, I wished he’d kiss me so I could get a taste, too.

  Rhett’s hands cupped my full breasts, and he teased my pebbled nipples. “You don’t either, brother,” he replied.

  Suddenly it was all too much. This sharing. This overwhelming need for them both to fuck me. I wanted them more than anything in the world.

  It scared me more than anything in the world.

  I launched off the couch.

  Rhett immediately stood, but I held my hand up to stop his approach.

  “I can’t… I mean… This is too much.” I was practically sputtering, and my brain was screaming at me to stop my protest. It was one thing when they told me they both wanted me in the kitchen. But now, the sensation of their hands, lips, tongues on me all at once was overwhelming, and I was reeling from pleasure overload. Cool air nipped at my skin, and my cheeks flushed when I was suddenly aware I was standing bare before them, in their living room, with my come running down my thighs.

  “Don’t you like us, baby?”

  Rhett’s voice was low, gruff, and when my gaze met his, I saw desire in those brown eyes. I also saw tenderness. Concern. It instantly soothed my racing heart.

  I blinked. Once, then twice before looking back and forth between them. Butterflies rose in my belly and took flight as their hungry expressions darkened the longer I made them wait for an answer. “Umm… what was the question?” I squeaked out.

  Macon took a step forward, so he and Rhett were side by side, nearly shoulder to shoulder. “We’ve both made it abundantly clear that we want you here. With us. In our lives. We’ve wanted it for a long time. But we only want that if you do, too. So do you like us, Caroline? Do you want to be here with us?”

  They’d mentioned before that they’d wanted me all along, but it didn’t really sink in until now. I was too stuck on that to answer his—their—question. “But…but…Why me? What about my dad?” These two had never paid a lick of attention to me. Most boys in school didn’t. That was the stigma of being the coach’s daughter. But now, not one, but two of his assistants wanted me? What happened if I went into this with them, and then when Daddy came back to down, they dropped me like a bad habit? I wasn’t sure my heart could handle it.

  This time Rhett moved closer. “Baby, you’re not in high school anymore. Your daddy doesn’t own you. We do.”

  My thighs quivered at the thought. “You do?”

  They both surged forward with a speed that surprised me. Macon was in front of me with his hands resting on my hips while Rhett settled in behind me. I was wedged in between them and gasped when I felt an erection nestled against my ass, and another one pressed against my belly. If I had needed proof that they truly wanted this, wanted me, I finally had it. “Would you like that?” Macon’s voice was husky, and I had to wrack my brain to remember the question. Did I want them to own me?

  My eyes widened at the thought. “I… I…” My breath caught when Rhett’s nose nuzzled the nape of my neck. Macon’s blue eyes were watching me with such passionate intensity that I couldn’t have said no if I’d wanted to. “Yes.”

  My whisper barely left my mouth when Macon’s descended and captured my lips in a fiery kiss. Rhett’s hands slid around and settled on my belly as he trailed his own kisses along the c
urve of my neck.

  Both men spent equal time exploring every inch of my electrified body. Hot hands and tongues expertly caressed until I was primed, ready, panting, and so wanton with lust that I was already on the cusp of orgasm. It was incredible. Unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and I knew…I just knew that I would never be the same. If I did this, if we did this, I would never be able to return to the Caroline from before.

  And suddenly I realized I didn’t want to.

  “You ready for us to claim you, baby?”

  My response was a moan of pleasure at the thought.

  Rhett’s soft chuckled filled the air, and I could hear the smile in Macon’s voice when he replied. “Oh yeah, our girl’s ready.”

  Our girl.

  It should have felt so unnatural, but strangely, it didn’t. It felt right to be shared by these men. These brothers. These incredible lovers who both wanted me. Me!

  And they had me. They always would. I never would’ve thought that the day I lost my virginity, it would be with two lovers, but looking back, that’s the only way a girl should lose it. With two of the gentlest, tender, wildly sexy men who attended to my every need and want until I was writhing with pleasure beneath them.

  I felt weightless as Macon scooped me up into his arms and carried me down the hall to their room.

  Our room?

  That was a question for later. Not now, when I was naked, weightless, and as my thighs trembled with anticipation. I placed my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his skin, licking and then sucking right below his ear. It was the most forward I’d been toward either of them, but I was done playing the innocent little schoolgirl. I agreed to be a willing participant, and now, more than anything, I wanted my turn tasting, touching, and feeling. Macon apparently agreed. His steps quickened, and just a second later he tossed me on the bed with a bounce. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would probably have giggled at the hungry expression on his face. Instead, I lifted my hand and crooked my right finger.

  “The answer to your question, Macon, is yes. I like you. I want you. More than that,” I paused, watching as he listened with fascinated interest. My tongue darted out of my mouth and wet my lips, gesturing to the bulge in his shorts. Heat pooled between my legs at the thought of sucking them off, one at a time, maybe while the other fucked me even, and I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for friction against my now aching clit. “I need you. Both of you.”

  His answering growl had my lips curving up into what I hoped was a wicked grin.

  “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take care of all your needs.” Rhett’s voice was full of promise.

  When Macon tossed me on the bed, Rhett had vanished into the bathroom. I smiled as he joined us and saw a bottle in his hand. What I didn’t see were condoms.

  As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I pushed it away. I didn’t care. In fact, I didn’t want them. I wanted no barrier between the three of us that night. I was due for my shot in six weeks and completely aware of the fact that they hadn’t been with anyone in years. I knew they’d protect me, and I trusted them wholly.

  As if he’d read my mind, Macon was suddenly hovering over me, caging me in against the mattress. He cupped my jaw and locked his eyes on mine. The intensity in them burning back at me rendered me speechless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. “We will always be bare with you, Peaches. We’re clean. You’re innocent. Are you on the pill?” I blinked. “If you are, we don’t mind. We know you have plans for the near future that don’t include a baby. Yet. Those plans will one day.” He growled, and I swear, I felt his erection growing where it rested against my belly. “Fuck. Just thinking of you big with our child makes me so damn hard.”

  The thought had the same effect on me. I should’ve been surprised. I should’ve thought it was too soon. Too much. But in reality, I wanted that. I wanted their baby. I wanted everything they were willing to give me. I would take and take and take, selfishly and without a care in the world. I wanted a baby to bind us, and I wanted it as soon as possible. But they were willing to give me time, and part of me fell in love with them at that very moment.

  I reached out and traced the lines of concern etching his handsome face. My voice was a whisper, but I knew Rhett was close enough to hear. “I’m on the shot. I’m good for about six more weeks.” There was a brief flash of disappointment in his eyes. “But, Macon, plans can change. Because the thought of my belly big with your baby? It not only makes my legs tingle; it makes my heart happy.”

  I barely had the words out when he covered my mouth with so much passion, aggression, that I was sure my lips would be swollen for days. Not that I would complain. I was ready for this. Ready for so much more.

  My hand slid up the back of his neck and my fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue invaded my mouth and he launched an assault so sweet, plundering and attacking my own as if he truly sought ownership. With my eyes open, I turned my head to see Rhett watching us with rapt fascination. His eyes met mine as I watched him undress. Even after everything we’d done, I felt my skin heat and blush all over when his cock bobbed out of his boxer briefs.

  Sure, I’d seen dicks on the internet, but nothing compared to the sight of him, the hard magnificence of his arousal. He’s longer than I ever imagined. Even thicker. Knowing he’s an ass man, I wondered how in the world he’d ever fit inside me.

  When he reached down and started stroking his rigid length, all worry was cast aside. With each stroke, his eyes still holding mine, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. If I’d known watching someone could be so fucking hot, I would’ve tried taking a peek a long time ago.

  Macon tore his mouth away from me, leaving me breathless, panting, and writhing against him and pushing at his shorts. He grinned down at me, then over to where Rhett continued to pleasure himself. “God, she’s so fucking aroused. She’s soaking the bed already.”

  Rhett’s eyes were still on mine. “Good. The wetter she is, the easier this will be for her. The more pleasurable.”

  I shivered at the anticipation in his voice.

  Macon pushed up from the bed, and I whimpered at the lost heat. “So damn eager,” he noted, pushing off his shorts and showcasing a cock that I knew would fill me up and then some.

  My mouth watered at the site of both of them. The bed dipped, and Rhett turned my head towards him. When he looked into my eyes, I swore I could see every emotion he was feeling in that moment. Desire and affection. Hunger. Need.

  All for me.

  His hands began caressing my body, and goosebumps pebbled my skin, leaving a trail of evidence of his touch. The other side of the bed dipped, and suddenly, I was surrounded by them. It should have felt odd, but it was as if my body, heart—heck, my very soul—knew this was my path. This was my place. In a strange way, in that very moment, I felt… complete.

  I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy this journey with the two men who were not only my present but would also be my future.

  As a unit, they peppered kisses over each side of my neck, trailing down until both of their tongues circled my nipples at the same time. In perfect tandem, they worked my body over. The pleasure was exhilarating, mind-blowing, and I could already tell which hands touched me and which tongue tasted.

  Macon, as was his nature, was a bit gentler in his ministrations of my nipple whereas Rhett was pulling it in between his teeth and taking a nip. When his lips clamped down and sucked, I whimpered, my hips leaving the bed.

  Macon’s hands grabbed them and held me firmly in place. “Relax Peaches, we will get there in our own time. Settle down and let us take care of you.”

  I obeyed without hesitation. They continued their assault on my breasts, and then I felt a finger at my entrance. I sucked in a deep breath and opened my eyes in shock just as another finger began drawing circles around my clit at the same time. Both of their legs draped over mine, holding me in place.

  As one finger started inching into me, Rhett growled. “Fuc
k man, she’s so tight. I’m not sure she’s going to be able to take you. I sure as hell don’t know how she’s going to take me.”

  Macon pulled back and looked me in the eye, whispering, “You’ll take me alright, baby. It’s going to hurt a little bit at first, but the pain is worth the pleasure. We will take care of you. I promise.”

  “I know you will, Macon. I trust you. I’m not scared.”

  His lips curved into a smile at my words and then I felt something cool being poured over my pussy. I looked down to see the bottle that Rhett had was now in Macon’s hands. He caught my eye and smiled reassuringly. “Just a little bit of lube, baby. Even though your pussy is already drenched, I want to make sure you’re nice and wet all over so you can take us.”

  I swallowed hard, a swell of panic rising in my chest, even though I’d known the intention was for me to be with both of them. “Us?” I questioned, unsure.

  Rhett’s hand trailed down to the curve of my ass where he squeezed my flesh, sending tiny shocks throughout my body. “Yes, Peaches. Both of us. Macon is too thick to take your ass, baby, so that’s all mine. We want to be inside you at the same time. Trust me. It’ll enhance your experience. Heighten the pleasure.”

  I wasn’t sure I’d thought through the logistics of both men taking me at once, and the panic increased. It must have been evident on my face. Both men were suddenly inches from my face, reassurance etched on their features.

  “Remember, baby, we will not hurt you. All we want is to make you feel good,” Macon said with earnest before rolling over onto his back.

  I squealed when his hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me astride him. Without hesitation, Rhett’s hands slid up and stroked my back. Macon pulled me down into him until my bare breasts hit his muscular chest.

  “You’re going to be in control here, this first time. You just take as much of me as you can, baby. Go as slow as you need.”

  My breath hitched when it was Rhett’s turn to grip my hips. He lifted me gently and helped leverage me over Macon’s cock. With my eyes on him, I slid my hand between us and wrapped my hand around his thick length, giving him a stroke. He felt smooth and silky in my hand, and suddenly, I needed him inside me.