by Becca Van
“What did you do to her?” Jason asked as he moved up between her legs.
“I just told her what we wanted to do to her.” Sean gave a chuckle. “I think our little girl likes it when we talk dirty.”
Jason gave Sean a grin then aimed his condom-covered cock to the entrance of Tasha’s tight hole. He thrust forward with one powerful surge and then held still letting her adjust to his penetration. When her muscles released their tight grip on his thick, hard cock, he placed his arms beneath her shoulder blades and pulled her up against him. He moved his legs forward until they were pointing toward the head of her bed and then lowered himself down onto his back, taking her with him. When Tasha made to move, he clamped his muscular arms around her waist, held her still, and used his thighs beneath hers to spread her legs.
Sean moved up between her legs and ran a cold, wet finger over the dark pucker of her anus and she froze.
“Shh, darlin’, just relax for me.” Sean massaged her hole as he held her down with a gentle but firm hand in the middle of her lower back. He pushed the tip of one broad finger into her dark hole and she couldn’t help but to tense up.
“Sean, what are you doing? You’re hurting me, it burns.”
“Just take deep breaths, darlin’, and don’t tense up. And you already know what I’m doing. I told you I was gonna fuck your arse while Jay fucked your pussy.”
Tasha groaned with the pleasure and pain and arousal as he told her again what he and Jason were going to do to her. She was filled with apprehension as he pushed his finger into the tight hole of her arse. The burning intensified until his finger was buried to the hilt.
She whimpered when Sean withdrew his finger and wondered what he was doing when she heard a popping sound. When he caressed over her rosette his fingers were cool and wet, letting her know he’d just coated them with more lube. He then proceeded to push two fingers into her body. He moved them around with a slight wiggle and then thrust them in and out of her arse until her muscles loosened and the burning, pinching pain turned to a pleasure so exquisite she wanted more. He pushed them in all the way then spread them apart with a scissoring motion, stretching her tight flesh and muscles.
Sean moved up close to her back, grabbed a condom and the lube, covered himself with the prophylactic, then coated it with a generous amount of gel and soon the wide blunt tip of his cock was against her little pucker.
“I want you to take deep breaths, darlin’. If it feels too much for you as I push in, I want you to use your muscles and push out. Do you understand, Tasha?” Sean asked, as he began to push in.
“Yes.” Tasha managed to gasp out her answer.
Sean pushed in firmly but gently, holding her hips still until he felt the crown of his dick pop through the tight muscles of her sphincter. He held still, letting Tasha’s body adjust to his size, giving her muscles and body time to adjust to such a foreign intrusion. When her body stopped pulsing on him he began to rock his hips, gently stroking in and out of her arse. He didn’t stop until he was inside her bottom with his balls flush against her body.
Tasha had never felt so full in her life. The pain of Sean’s penetration only seemed to enhance her pleasure. She felt overwhelmed with need as the two cocks in her body pulsed and jumped. She felt the warning tingles and heat as the muscles in her sheath and arse rippled along the lengths of their embedded cocks.
“Sean, for fuck’s sake start moving. She’s gonna come and she’ll take me with her,” Jay rasped.
Sean pulled Tasha upright until she was sitting on two huge cocks, totally impaled by the two men.
Sean held her hips and withdrew his cock until just the crown of his flesh was still inside her arse. He plunged back in until he was once more buried to the hilt. Jay pulled his hips back and then surged back up into to her rippling, dripping pussy.
The two men set up a rhythm of surge and retreat in a counteracting of each other so she was filled by at least one cock at all times. It felt as if they were going to split her in half but she couldn’t seem to get enough of them. She was so overwhelmed with the pleasure/pain they were giving her she began chanting as they fucked her, harder, deeper, and faster.
“Please more? Please, please, please.”
“Oh yeah, she’s gonna come.” Jason began to pound in and out of her pussy.
Sean increased his pace, counter thrusting to his brother, until they were both pounding in and out of her holes. Tasha’s whole body began to shake. Her toes curled, her arms and legs tingled, and the internal muscles gathered in tighter and tighter. She cried out with pleasure as muscles clamped down on their dicks, contracting and releasing in a continual wave, while Sean and Jason continued to stroke their dicks inside her.
“Oh yeah, little girl, that’s it. Make me come.” Jason moaned and then gave a shout as he shot his load into the end of the condom.
“Oh, darlin’, you are so sexy. That’s it, Tasha, milk my cock.” Sean roared as he spewed his cum deep into her body and the end of the condom.
Tasha slumped forward onto Jason, breathing heavily as her eyesight diminished and blackness washed over her.
* * * *
“Are you all right, darlin’?” Sean asked with concern.
“Tasha, Sean asked you a question, little one. Answer him,” Jason demanded.
When Tasha didn’t move or reply, Sean bent down and brushed the hair from her face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had evened out. He placed a finger on her full bottom lip, sliding it across her rosy flesh.
“I think she fainted from the pleasure we gave her,” Sean said with a cocky grin as he looked at Jay.
“I knew she was full of passion, she just hadn’t trusted anyone to let go with yet.” Jason smiled.
“Let me get her cleaned up so she can sleep more comfortably.” Sean withdrew from Tasha’s arse with a groan. He walked to the adjoining bathroom and came back seconds later with a warm wet cloth. Sean and Jay moved Tasha to her side so Sean could clean her up. When they had finished, they covered her with the blankets, dressed, and went to prepare some dinner.
Tasha slept through dinner so Sean put aside a plate of food in the refrigerator in case she woke up hungry later. He and Jay both showered in their bathrooms and then crawled back into bed with Tasha.
Sean stared at the ceiling and hoped that their woman had stopped running from them and her own emotions. He loved her so damn much and when he’d been buried balls deep in her arse he had felt truly connected to her. She’d managed to wrap herself around his heart in no time at all and the thought of her leaving made his chest ache and his stomach feel sick. He wasn’t sure she was finished fighting them yet, but he and Jay were going to do everything they could to make her comfortable enough to open up with them. He figured that unless she opened her heart up and discussed her fears with them then she would continue to keep herself closed off from them. She trusted them enough with her body, why the hell couldn’t she trust them with her emotions?
Sean drifted into a restless sleep with a feeling of impending doom hanging over his head.
Chapter Six
Tasha woke bright and early the next morning with the evidence that Jason and Sean had slept the night through in her bed. They were nowhere in the apartment when she came out of the bedroom after showering and dressing so she presumed they must be in the warehouse already.
She groaned as she sat gingerly on the stool and she sipped her coffee. The muscles in her arse were so sore she was going to have to be careful in the way she sat for a few days. She wasn’t feeling very hungry so once she finished her coffee she went to get her purse and keys from her room. She had an appointment with the owner of the art gallery that morning and was so nervous her hands were sweaty and her stomach was roiling.
Tasha gathered the art pieces she wanted to take to the gallery and carefully wrapped them in old sheets she’d kept specifically for that purpose. She loaded her car with her art and took off down the street and minutes later she was pa
rked outside of the gallery. After turning off the ignition she took a few deep calming breaths, pushed her shoulders back, got out of the car and headed to the gallery entrance.
“Hi, you must be Natasha. I’m Nikki Sprite, the owner and one and only employee of The Passion Gallery.”
“Nice to meet you, Nikki, and yes I’m Natasha Cameron, but please call me Tasha or Tash, everyone does.” Tasha shook Nikki’s hand.
“Do you want some help to bring in your work?” Nikki asked.
“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks,” Tasha answered.
The two women worked quietly side by side until all of Tasha’s paintings were set up on easels still with their cloth coverings.
“I’ll let you do the unveiling since it’s your work. I know how protective an artist is about that sort of stuff.” Nikki smiled.
Tasha smiled back at the petite, blond woman as she walked over to the first of her paintings and removed the protective cloth. She heard Nikki gasp but was too unsure of herself to turn around to look at her face. She went along the row of paintings revealing them one by one until she pulled the cloth from the last painting.
It was Tasha who gasped over the last painting. She hadn’t wanted to bring the painting she had done of her two lovers and her self-portrait standing in the background staring at the two men. She quickly gathered the cloth into her hand and threw it over the painting.
“Don’t, Tasha. Let me see it. Please?” Nikki walked to the last painting and pulled the cloth off once more.
“Where did you learn to paint, Tasha?” Nikki asked as she studied the painting.
“Uh, I…um, I only ever did art at school. I’ve never had any real training,” Tasha replied and mentally cursed when she felt embarrassment and humiliation tint her cheeks red.
“You are one of the best artists I have ever had the pleasure to meet,” Nikki said emphatically as she turned to face Tasha.
“Really?” Tasha blinked quickly when she felt tears prick the back of her eyes.
“Yes, really. Your landscapes are beautiful but I have to say your strength is in this portrait. The emotion you’ve captured on this canvas is unbelievable.” Nikki turned to study the painting once more. “Do you have any more completed portraits? I hope you have one of each of these men by themselves and I want one of just yourself as well.”
“Well, I have one each of the men, but I haven’t got one of myself.”
“How long do you think it will take you to paint a self-portrait?”
“Two to four weeks, depending on my mood and how much time I can get alone to get it done,” Tasha answered.
“Hmm. Okay, I’ll give you four weeks tops. I want to do a showing for you at the end of those four weeks. I’ll get busy sending out invitations as well as placing ads in the local newspapers and such. All you have to do, my dear girl, is paint.”
“Are you kidding me?” Tasha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She’d expected to be rejected time and again before anyone showed any interest in her work. She was so totally blown away. Excited and scared all at the same time that she was shaking.
“Do I look like I’m joking to you, Tasha? Believe me, once you get to know me better, you’ll realize I never, ever, joke about art.” Nikki smiled and that smile lit up her whole face, making her violet-colored eyes dance with merriment.
Tasha was so overcome with emotion, she didn’t stop to think about what she was doing. She rushed over to the petite woman and hugged her as she laughed and cried with delight.
“Thank you, Nikki, I so very much appreciate the opportunity you’re giving me. You don’t know how much it means.”
“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.” Nikki laughed and hugged Tasha in return. “I want to see the paintings of the two men here by tomorrow morning and you better get your arse into gear, dear girl. You have a painting to create. I want you to wear a green evening gown, if you have one that matches your eyes that would be great. If not let me know and I’ll take you shopping and buy you the gown.”
“I can afford to pay for my own clothes, Nikki, but you’re lucky I already have a green evening dress,” Tasha replied.
“I wasn’t trying to be offensive, Tasha. I wanted you in the right color for the portrait, and I know how tough it is for artists to live while they paint,” Nikki said, and Tasha frowned when she picked up a little bitterness in her voice and wondered what was wrong, but didn’t feel like she could ask since she had just met the woman.
“No offense taken, Nikki. Well, thanks again, but I’m out of here. I have work to do,” she said on a laugh as she made her way to the door and left.
Tasha spent her next couple of days standing in front of the full-length mirror she had bought at a yard sale, taking in the sight of herself dressed up in the emerald-colored dress and matching colored high heels as she sketched on the canvas. When the template for her painting was complete, she changed into her work clothing and began to paint.
She didn’t get to see much of Jason and Sean as they were so busy in the warehouse and she was spending her days and nights painting behind her partition. The two men knew not to disturb her while she was painting, but thankfully, depending on the way you looked at it, all three had been too busy working long hours at their respective jobs. All three of them fell into their separate beds each night, entering the land of slumber nearly as soon as their heads hit the pillows.
Tasha had taken the two portraits she had done of Jason and Sean to Nikki’s gallery so she could have her work framed for the planned showing. She arrived at the gallery close to the end of the four weeks Nikki had given her to complete her self-portrait and waited with trepidation as she watched Nikki study her work.
“Oh. My. God. Look at you. You are so beautiful, Tasha. This painting has so much emotion in it.”
“What do you see?” Tasha asked with a frown as Nikki studied the painting.
“I can see love and yearning shining from your eyes as I look at this painting. It’s as if you dream of looking at something you love but can’t have,” Nikki said quietly.
Tasha studied the painting, trying to see it through Nikki’s eyes. She began to see what Nikki had said she could see. Oh God, it was there for anyone to see, the love and yearning she had for the two men she shared an apartment with.
“Nikki, you can’t show this painting,” Tasha said and moved toward it, intending to cover it back up with the cloth. “Please promise me you won’t put this on exhibit?”
Nikki turned to look into Tasha’s eyes and she hoped the woman couldn’t see the fear in them. If anyone saw this painting, they would know she was deeply in love. She had been trying to hide the feelings from herself as well as everyone else but she couldn’t continue denying her feelings when they were staring her in the face. There was no way she wanted anyone but her and Nikki seeing her emotions so clearly. Her heart was beating rapidly and she realized she was panting. She turned away and tried to calm down but turned back when Nikki began to talk.
“At least let me get it framed for you?” Nikki asked.
“Okay. Thank you.” Tasha gave Nikki a relieved smile and relaxed again, glad that she didn’t have to show this painting.
“Great. Now, I’ve already sent out the invitations to the local businesses and I’ve put a notice in the papers advising of the time and date for your showing and had announcements done on the local radio. What are you going to wear for your debut?” Nikki asked with a frown.
“Well, since most of my clothes consist of casual attire, I guess it’ll have to be the green dress,” Tasha answered.
“Have you got any jewelry to match?” Nikki asked. “If not, I could lend you some of mine. I have some emerald earrings and necklace you could borrow.”
“I don’t think…”
“Good that’s settled then. If you follow me upstairs to my apartment, I’ll get them for you.” Nikki led the way up the narrow staircase.
Once they were in her apartment above the gal
lery, Nikki disappeared into the bedroom to retrieve her jewelry. She came back out with two small jewelry boxes in her hand and passed them over to Tasha.
“How about a drink while you’re here?” Nikki asked.
“What about your gallery? The door’s still unlocked.”
“Oh that’s okay. I have a bell up here that lets me know if anyone enters. So what will you have, coffee, tea, or a cold drink?”
“Coffee, please.”
“Ah, a girl after my own heart.” Nikki she led the way into her small kitchen.
“How long have you lived in Passion?” Tasha asked as she watched Nikki get mugs from a cupboard and pour coffee into them from the coffee pot standing on the plate warmer.
“Just over twelve months now. I moved here from Ballarat and set up the gallery last September. I was lucky the apartment was already here and I didn’t need to do any refurbishment.”
“How long have you lived here? I know you and your sister used to run the coffee shop and only recently sold it to those two arrogant Scotsmen. What made you sell up?”
“Neither Toni, my sister, or I ever really wanted to work in or own the coffee shop, but it was handed down to us from our mum when she decided to retire a few years back. She offered to sell to us below market value and Toni and I both thought the other wanted to have the coffee shop so we bought it. Toni only recently met the two men she loves and decided she wanted to pursue her dream of becoming an author. So she asked me what I wanted and when I told her I wanted to paint, well, we decided to sell up.”
“Hmm, so you’re both pursuing your dreams. Well, good on you both for taking the risk to pursue what you really want. As far as I’m concerned I’m the one who is going to benefit from your dreams as much as you are.” Nikki grinned.
The two women sat chatting as if they had been friends forever. They just seemed to click as they laughed and drank their coffee. A loud beeping sound rang throughout Nikki’s apartment, making Tasha jump.