His hands are callused but smooth as they drag the T-shirt back up and off. I raise my arms over my head and let him reveal me. Even though I am shy, I let him lean back and take a good look at my naked body. The room is bright with morning sun. There is no way for me to hide. I know he can see everything.
“Beautiful,” he mutters, his eyes shaded by dark lashes as he inspects every bit of me.
He kisses me suddenly, hard, with a musk on his breath that I know is his arousal. That taste—I hunger for it. I feel like I could drink him in.
Nature quickly takes over and I let the wisdom of my body tell me what to do. My hands clasp behind his head. My spine seems to know where to go soft so that he can pick me up lightly and crush me against him while his tongue thrusts into my mouth.
Behind me, I feel Will’s breath fluttering against the back of my neck. His hands knead my muscles, trying my flesh like I am a loaf of bread, curiously exploring the textures and shapes of my back and legs.
Conscious thought wants to interrupt me, but I know that is a terrible trick. As soon as I start thinking, I get confused. In this space, I need something deeper than words. Not thoughts, but whatever is more primal than that. Urges. Desires. Wishes instantly fulfilled.
The void inside me winks at me again. It is like a dark well, something that fills up from the bottom. In it is all the longing I have that I never knew how to access.
But now, with these men overwhelming every sensation, the void is all I can feel. Urges surge in me, bringing a strange sensation of need into my belly and hips. I need Cass to touch me. I need Will to bite a little harder.
Almost as though he hears me, Cass suddenly pulls back from the kiss, his lips glistening with moisture. He searches my eyes as his palms cup my cheeks.
“Fuck, Libby, you keep kissing me like that and I’m going to have to take you to bed!”
I nod urgently. Everything is on fire. My body knows what to do. I have never felt anything quite like this.
“Yes! Yes, Cass…”
His green eyes are filled with desire, and he practically trembles with the strain of standing still.
“But, Libby…”
With a start, I realize all of a sudden that he knows. They probably both know. I’m a virgin.
“Cass, I want it. So much!”
Will’s hands slip over my waist and close across my belly. I lean back into him, fixing Cass with a determined glare.
“Don’t you?” I challenge him.
“Oh, I don’t think you know what you are asking for,” he groans lustily. “Both of us… Your first time… It’s too much.”
But, stubbornly, I’m not going to be denied. He wants me, I can tell. I could feel just how much this morning when I jerked them both off.
I love the way his eyes dart to my nipples every time I shift my weight. Knowing this, I sway back and forth just slightly, just enough to trigger his reflex to stare.
“Cass… I want it,” I whisper.
He bites his lip, focusing hard on the pale triangles of my tan lines.
“Will?” I ask plaintively, reaching back to lace my fingers behind his head. I have to reach up so high that I almost can’t make it. I have t
o stand on my very tiptoes.
“You’re not going to be able to take us both,” Will whispers in my ear.
“Yes I am,” I pout stubbornly, determined.
Cass quirks an eyebrow at me. “Are you serious? Libby, there’s no way.”
But I know he doesn’t think that. I can see the swollen package in his track pants. I can see how much he wants me.
“I want it,” I say again.