David led her over and helped her to sit on what felt like a large pillow. She let her fingers trace over the velvety softness as the heat from the fire drifted over her. Someone sank to the floor on her right side, immediately followed by someone else on her left.
“Here, love.” Eric pressed a stemmed glass into her hand. “This is a nice, fruity white wine, and we’re gonna have a toast to the beginning of our relationship.”
Laynee bit her lip. “Okay.”
“To new beginnings, eternal friendships, and the blossoming of new love.”
David snickered. “You are always so long-winded. How about to a new relationship.”
Eric growled. “What’s wrong with my—”
“How about to us.” Laynee raised her glass and held tight as the guys touched their glasses to hers. She raised the wine to her nose and inhaled the aroma before delicately touching the glass with her tongue. Feeling warm, she took a small sip.
“Well,” David asked, “what do you think?”
“It’s wonderful. It has such a delicate bouquet.”
“This bottle was a gift from a friend out in California,” Eric said. “We thought you’d like it.” There was a loud clink when he set his glass down. “You look beautiful, Laynee. That yellow shirt brings out the green in your eyes.”
She sighed and reached out to find a place to set her glass. David grabbed her hand and moved it to some type of board on the floor in front of her.
“What’s wrong?” asked David. “You look like Eric’s compliment upset you.”
Laynee shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong, not really. Sometimes it’s really frustrating when I try to imagine what something looks like when I can’t imagine the colors people talk about.”
“Has no one ever told you anything about color that made sense?”
“No, not really. It all sounded the same to me, so I stopped listening a long time ago.”
“Wait a minute.” David got up and walked away.
“Where’s he going?” asked Laynee.
“I’m not sure. He went into the bathroom.”
After a minute she heard him moving around behind her. When he sat down, she heard a click and then felt warmth on the side of her face. She turned toward him. “What’s that?”
David took her hand. “Think of the sun. When you’re outside, and you turn your face toward the warmth of the sun, how does it make you feel?”
She leaned toward the heat coming from David and thought about their walk earlier. She’d felt the sun on her face walking away from the cabin and a sense of peace and happiness had settled over her. For a brief time, she’d felt like she belonged here. It had felt like home. “It made me feel light and happy. Like everything’s right with my world.”
Eric took her other hand. “That’s the color yellow.”
Laynee let the warmth soak into her skin. That’s the color yellow. It feels like happiness and home. “That makes a lot of sense because a sunny day always makes me smile.”
Eric kissed her fingers. “I could tell. When we walked today, a small smile graced your face every time you looked up toward the sky.” He laid something in her hand. “Feel this.”
“What is it?”
“You tell me.”
Something small and thin settled on her palm. Holding it carefully, she brought it to her nose and caught an earthy scent. Bringing it to her mouth, she touched the tip of her tongue to the flat surface. “It’s some kind of leaf.”
“Yes,” Eric said. “I pulled it off an ivy plant they keep on the table in the kitchen. Plants represent growth and healing to me, and most of them are green.”
Laynee rubbed the leaf against her cheek. “So this feeling of new growth is the color of green.”
“Exactly.”
“Take this, Laynee.”
She held her hand out and gasped when David dropped a couple of ice cold squares in her hand.
“Blues can be calming, even intellectual. It’s cooler than the sun on your face, but just as settling.” David moved the ice around on her palm. “Blues are icy, easy on the eyes, and tranquil. They’re like the ice cubes you have in your hands.”
Laynee moved the cubes around as water began running down her fingers, dripping onto her leg.
“Do you feel how the heat from the fire is melting the ice?” asked David.
“Yeah, the water is slightly warmer than the cubes, but it’s still cold.”
“That’s how I think of oranges,” David said. “They’re whimsical, just like an ice cube melting in the sun, lazy and relaxed.”
Laynee rolled the cold cubes between her fingers. Orange, whimsical!
Eric moved close and took the ice cubes away, drying her hands with a small towel. “And that brings us to red.”
David grabbed her other hand and held it toward the fireplace. The heat was stronger, the warm air tingling her fingers. “Red is for passion. It can be good, or it can be bad because anger is just as passionate as love.”
Eric ran his fingers over her warm palm. “It’s heat, so hot you think if you completely submerge yourself you might not survive.”
David twined his fingers with hers. “But it can be exciting to feel that much passion.”
Eric moved close and nipped the side of her neck. “Trust us, and let us show you what we mean.”
She felt them pull her forward, stretching her hands toward the warmth of the fire. The closer she moved, the warmer her hands got. Heated air swirled around her fingers and slowly crept up her arms.
“Red should be your color,” Eric whispered. “It’s passionate, consuming, needing an outlet to grow. Let us be your outlet.”
David licked her ear. “Let us show you the red in passion.”
Warm fingers trailed up her arms and across her throat. A hand turned her head toward Eric, and he melded their lips. David scooted closer and let his hands trail around her waist and dip underneath her T-shirt, drawing little patterns on her sensitive skin. She felt her breasts tighten, her nipples hardening painfully against the cotton of her shirt.
Laynee ended the kiss. “I need to say something.”
Eric’s hand smoothed the hair away from her face. “What is it, love? You don’t have to be afraid of us. We’ll go as slow as you need, even back away if that’s what you want.”
“No, that’s not what I want, but you should know something before we go any further. I’m not a virgin.”
“That’s in the past, pretty lady.” David kissed her cheek. “We only care about the present and the future.”
“That sounds really good, but it doesn’t change the facts. My experience with passion is rather lacking. Actually, it was pretty dismal.”
“Lots of women have it rough their first time.” Eric cupped her cheek. “Doesn’t mean it will be that way again.”
“Yeah, well it was also dismal my second, third, fourth, and fifth time.”
“Did somebody hurt you?” David asked.
“No, not like you mean. There just weren’t any fireworks, and the earth most definitely did not move.”
“Why did you keep going back for more?” asked Eric.
“I was lonely, and it seemed like he loved me. I was all of seventeen years old, and he was a fellow student. Neither of us knew what we were doing. I think he was as grateful as I was when his folks took him out of school.
David took her hand. “Laynee, we want you. Do you want us?”
Laynee bit her lip and put out her hand to caress the side of his face. “Yes, very much.” She reached out her other hand to touch Eric. “I want both of you.”
Chapter 6
David traced his fingers down her arm and pulled her close. Their kiss was lazy and unhurried as he eased his tongue forward gently to tease hers. His lips toyed with hers, brushing lightly from the upper lip to the lower one, teasing and lifting away. Then his kiss became possessive, insistent, feverish, all in the space of seconds. He had a faint growth of beard and it rasped a little, but
it was more sensual than uncomfortable.
His hands moved from around her waist slowly up. They were large and warm and felt right against the skin of her bare belly. Her fingers clenched and unclenched on the soft fabric of his shirt, like a kitten kneading a new place to lie. She closed her eyes and swayed as desire, like a raging fire, engulfed her, the taste of his breath weakening her. With his hand against her bottom, he pressed her into him, locking their lower bodies together.
Laynee felt hands on her shoulders, pulling her back against Eric’s hard body. She could feel his erection press tightly against her ass. He turned her around, cupped the back of her head, and brought his lips down to hers. Eric kissed her softly, stroking her tongue with his own. She felt a husky groan go into her mouth as he grew more insistent, kissing her again, hungrily this time without the tenderness of that first brief exchange. A deep, throbbing ache began as moisture pooled between her legs, and she could feel it begin to slick her thighs.
She tried to focus her thoughts. “You guys have to use condoms. I’m not on any birth control.”
David nipped her shoulder. “No problem, love.”
Eric took her earlobe between his teeth. “We’ll always protect you, Laynee.”
Hesitantly, she moved her hands over the large bunched muscles of Eric’s back and down to his ass. She shivered as David ran one finger down the side of her neck and traced a pattern down her arm.
“Laynee,” David whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
She turned toward David, and they came together in a flurry of hands and mouths and tongues. His hands lightly skimmed over the soft swell of her stomach, down her side where she was ticklish, making her giggle and squirm. “Stop,” she gasped.
As David tore his mouth from hers and trailed his tongue up to her ear to nibble on its lobe, her fingers played over the sharp contours of muscle in his back and chest, her fingers exploring him through his T-shirt.
Eric’s fingers tightened on her waist. “Let’s unwrap this beautiful woman, David.”
“Absolutely.”
David’s fingers went to the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. He cupped her breasts through her bra, gently squeezing. Bending forward, his hair brushed her cheek as he covered her cleavage with wet kisses and then bit lightly through the lace.
Eric dragged the rubber band holding her ponytail away, letting her hair fall over her shoulders and down her back. Her bra was unsnapped and eased from her body. She shivered with unexpected pleasure as David’s thumbs edged out gently and found her nipples, moving lazily back and forth, coaxing the tips into hard little nubs.
Behind her, Eric’s erection nudged her buttocks. Nipping the back of her shoulder, he squeezed her butt cheeks and then slid his fingers under the silk and into the cleft of her buttocks.
David ran a shaking hand over her, almost reverently, from her shoulder to her hip and then up again to cup her breast. Arms came up from behind, wrapping around her. David’s bare chest crushed her breasts, pushing her back into Eric.
“Wait,” Laynee, gasped. “I want to feel you.” She ran her hands over David’s back, pausing for a moment at the feel of small, thin scars, and then moved down across his buttocks. “This would be a lot easier if you guys would get naked.”
Without a word, both men stepped away, leaving her chilled even though the fire was burning. The rasps of their zippers broke the silence in the room, the sounds of fabric rustling combining with the crackling of the flames.
Laynee jumped when four hands converged on her hips and proceeded to drag her jeans and panties down her legs.
David tapped her left foot. “Raise it up, love.”
When she did, he slid her clothes away. Eric repeated the process with her right foot. Embarrassed, her hands dropped to cover the mound between her legs.
“Don’t cover up with us,” David whispered. “You’re beautiful, and we wanna see you.”
Eric’s arms came from behind her and pulled her hands away. “Never hide from us, love.”
She closed her eyes as heat curled in her belly when David slid one hand down the swell of her belly, his fingers burning her skin. Eric pressed closer, his skin cool against her back where they were pressed together above the waist.
David’s rough fingers stroked the hot flesh between her legs. She mindlessly opened her legs farther, needing him to touch her. He began to thrust his large fingers inside her while his other hand toyed and pinched at her breasts.
“Your pussy feels like heaven. You’re sopping wet,” David groaned.
Laynee gasped and thrust herself against his hand, beginning to ride it. Suddenly, she stiffened, holding her breath as she strained toward a release. Pleasure rocked her body as she convulsed around his fingers. She would have fallen as her legs collapsed if Eric’s arms weren’t so tight around her.
Eric licked her ear. “You sound so sexy when you come.”
“I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers.” David bit lightly at her shoulder.
Laynee struggled to breathe. “I wanna touch you, both of you.”
“Let’s get comfortable, love.” David slowly lowered her to the pillows on the floor and lay down beside her. Seconds later, she felt Eric move close enough against her back that she felt him from her shoulders to her feet.
David brushed the hair out of her face and leaned forward to claim her lips. He groaned as his mouth began to part hers insistently. He drew her closer and pressed her fingers into the light covering of hair on his broad, muscular chest. Her fingers spread, gingerly exploring the warm muscles.
Eric licked her shoulder. “Gotta give me some equal time, pretty lady. I need to feel your hands on me.”
Laynee turned and drew Eric down on her so that her bare breasts merged with his hard chest. She drank in the smell of his body with pleasure as her nipples bore into his smooth chest. He lifted her against him and kissed her hungrily until her mouth felt faintly bruised from the slow, insistent pressure. Heat spread throughout her insides and quickly settled in her lower body where it throbbed and pulsed. As she tasted his breath, her arms slid up to his shoulders, wanting to bring their bodies even closer.
Eric reached out and stroked the fingers of one hand down her face. “I need you to touch me. I wanna feel your silky fingers on my cock.”
Laynee trailed her hand down his firm abdomen until she reached a patch of curly hair. She combed through the wiry thatch and found his erection. It was hard and pulled up toward his stomach. Her sensitive fingers traced the silky, bulbous head, feeling a small bit of moisture at the top.
Eric groaned, his fingers threading through her hair.
David’s hand closed on her shoulder. “Move around, love. I wanna be able to touch you.”
Laynee panted as Eric spread his thighs. She crawled forward to kneel between his outstretched legs. She could feel David’s hands moved down her back, caressing, touching. Taking a deep breath, Laynee slid Eric’s hard length into her mouth and began to gently bob her head.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” Eric groaned.
She wrapped her hand around him and sucked harder, wanting to taste him fully. She hid her face against Eric’s groin, moaning sharply when David’s fingers brushed the tender flesh between her legs. His hand lingered there, gently stroking her inner thigh, building the inferno inside her.
Laynee licked and sucked at the swollen head, stroking the musky fluid from the slit with her tongue. She worked her lips around him, sucking as much as she could into her mouth using her tongue to stroke and rub against the sensitive underside of his cock.
“Stop,” Eric cried and tightened his fingers in her hair.
Laynee inhaled sharply and pulled back. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, but I don’t wanna come this way, at least not the first time. I need to be buried in your sweet pussy.”
David ran his hand over her ass. “Me, too, and I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
Eric
leaned forward and kissed her hungrily, pulling her up his body to wrap her in his warm, strong arms. He traced her mouth with the tip of his tongue.
“Lay her on her back, bro.”
When Eric lowered her to the floor, David shoved his fingers into her hair and pulled her closer. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples hardened under his skillful caress. David’s lips covered hers as Eric rubbed over the hard little nub between her legs, causing little earthquakes within her.
Quickly, Eric laid back. “Come on, love. I want you to ride me.”
“Oh, yeah. I wanna see that.” David ran a hand along the side of her face. “And then it’ll be my turn.”
Laynee swallowed hard. “Did you put on a condom?”
“Yeah,” Eric said. “We both have them now. Trust us, love. We’ll always protect you.”
With David’s help, Laynee straddled Eric. She sank down onto his hard chest, letting his warmth comfort her. Stroking her hair, David’s voice was soft and soothing as he whispered words meant to excite her further. The sensations curling through her body were new and exciting and a little frightening. She’d never felt like this before.
Eric gripped her thighs. “Raise up, love, so we can join our bodies.”
David’s hands settled around her waist. “Up you go, woman.”
Laynee felt David lift her, and then she could feel Eric’s erection poised at the opening of her body. She reached down and braced her hands on Eric’s stomach and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. David gently tugged and pinched her nipples as her feeling of fullness grew. She shivered when David pressed light kisses across her back.
Leaning forward, she held Eric’s arms down and rained kisses over his chest. She held tightly to his hands, using him as leverage as she started pumping up and down on his cock. She concentrated on the feel of him beneath her and between her legs. His hands felt rough against her skin when they pulled away and closed on her hips, trying to force her to move faster. Laynee kept the pace slow and steady, feeling the pressure build between her thighs.
She rode him harder, grinding her pussy against him with each downward stroke. Suddenly, she shattered, her strong inner walls clutching at his cock as she came. She was only dimly aware of Eric’s fingers tightening on her hips as he cried out. Trembling, she collapsed against his sweaty chest.
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