The cab slowed to a stop and Andrew paid, handing the driver a twenty. I followed him back into the cold air, shivering as it hit the exposed skin at my neck and hands. Andrew led the way into a gorgeous, older building with an intricate brass gate.
“This is beautiful,” I said, craning my neck and glancing up. “You live here?”
Andrew nodded. “I have for a few years,” he said. When he opened the front door, I was startled by the sight of another man on the couch.
“Hey,” the guy greeted Andrew. His eyes flicked over me with interest. “Who’s this?”
“This is Kristin,” Andrew said. His voice contained just a hint of mocking. “You’ve heard me mention her, right?”
The guy nodded. He stood up and stared at me, raising his eyebrows as his eyes took in every inch of my appearance. I blushed – between Andrew and this guy, I’d had more attention paid to me by men today than the rest of my life combined.
“I’m Victor,” the guy said. He held out a hand and we shook – his grip was soft but strong, and I was surprised by how thoroughly he shook my hand.
“Kristin is going to stay with us for a while,” Andrew said. “Dad and Carissa kicked her out because she lied about going to Boston.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s twenty-two, if you can believe that,” he added. “My parents are such fucking prudes.”
I blushed at the use of the curse, but after a few moments, I couldn’t help giggling. He was exactly right.
I yawned. “Do you mind…do you mind showing me where I’ll be sleeping?” I glanced down at my watch. “I know it’s only nine, but I’m exhausted.”
Andrew smirked. “Come with me, honey,” he said. “Up the stairs.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, nodding my head at Victor. But to my surprise, he followed Andrew up the stairs. He was cute, too – the opposite of Andrew, with a lanky body, dark blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. He had a cleft in his chin and wireless glasses that made him look like a young professor….the kind of professor that girls like Megan would flirt shamelessly with.
Victor smirked at me. I blushed scarlet – for such a mild-looking guy, he had a way of stari
ng at me that made me feel like he was going to detach his jaw and swallow me whole.
Andrew led me up the stairs, through a dark hallway, and into a bedroom with a huge, king-sized bed and a silk duvet.
“You’ll be sleeping here,” Andrew said. He grinned. “Any questions?”
“Uh.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Down the hall,” Andrew replied. He stepped closer to Victor. Victor reached up and started rubbing Andrew’s upper back. I knew that I shouldn’t stare, but it was hard to tear my eyes away from the two gorgeous men touching each other. As Victor kept massaging Andrew, Andrew closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
My cheeks were burning with shame. “I should leave you alone,” I mumbled, stepping back. But when I glanced up, I saw that Victor and Andrew were kissing deeply. Their tongues entwined with each other’s, and Victor wrapped his arms around Andrew’s muscular shoulders, pulling him close.
A strange feeling came over my body – I felt tingly and hot, like I was suddenly too big for my skin. My nipples stiffened inside my bra and I uttered a small moan as I felt the area between my legs grow damp and slippery. What’s wrong with me? I thought shamefully, twisting my body to the side. I’m such a perv!
“Come here,” Andrew said. He pulled his arm away from Victor and held it out to me. I didn’t move – I felt like I was frozen to the ground. Andrew grinned, then beckoned me with his finger.
“Come here,” Victor echoed. He smirked at me. “You know you want to.”
My legs felt like jelly as I walked across the bedroom. Even though it was only a few feet, I felt like I was walking across the ocean.
When I reached Andrew and Victor, Andrew pulled me into their embrace. Instantly, my body was surrounded by men. Victor put his hands on my waist and brushed my hair out of my face as Andrew pressed his lips to mine. When we kissed, I felt an electric spark shoot through my body and sizzle through the air. The dampness between my legs became a rush of sexual emotion as Andrew slid his hands down my back and squeezed my ass. Feeling his big, firm hands running all over my body was enough to make me moan softly into his mouth. As Andrew’s tongue slid against mine, I eagerly purred and pressed my body against his.
Victor stood behind me, rubbing my shoulders and playing with my hair. His soft lips kissed me right at the top of my spine, making all the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I shivered and thrust my ass against his body. Through his jeans, I could feel that his was rock hard. Andrew gently broke the kiss, pulling away and groaning as I bit his lip. The look in his eyes was dark, sexual – almost magical.
I was barely aware of Victor and Andrew tugging me over to the bed. When Andrew’s cold hands slid under my shirt, I cried out at the shock of his icy fingers against my skin. But soon his hands warmed and I moaned softly as I felt his fingers slide into my bra. Andrew pinched my nipples gently between his thumbs and forefingers and I arched my back. Victor leaned down and kissed me wetly, pushing my mouth open with his tongue and ravaging the inside of my mouth. He tasted like smoke and spice and I shivered as Andrew’s caresses to my nipples grew more forceful. My clit was throbbing in my panties and I moaned softly as Victor pushed me down onto the mattress. Andrew pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it across the room. He and Victor grinned at each other, then nodded before removing their own shirts. Together, they were a perfect contract – Victor’s pale blonde against Andrew’s golden, Grecian skin.
Victor and Andrew kissed again, slowly this time. I watched the bulge in Andrew’s pants twitch and I blushed hotly when I realized that it was his cock. Nervously, I reached forward and slid my hand across his erection through his jeans. Andrew groaned. He reached down and grabbed my hand, rubbing my fingers forcefully over his stiff cock.
“God,” Andrew groaned. He threw his head back and Victor kissed and bit his neck. I could practically feel the sensation both ways – it was like I was somehow both men and myself, all at once. Victor pulled my other hand towards him and rubbed it against his own cock. Both men were huge, but I could feel that Andrew was slightly bigger. A nervous thrill ran through me. What were we doing? How was it going to end?
Andrew and Victor climbed on the bed. As Andrew fumbled with the snap of my jeans, Victor kneeled behind me and tilted my head backwards until we were kissing upside down. I moaned softly into his mouth as I felt Andrew tug my jeans down my thighs and toss them to the side. A warm, musky scent filled the room and my cheeks burned with shame when I realized it was the smell of my own womanly arousal. The crotch of my panties was soaked, and each time my body twisted and strained, the wet fabric rubbed against my labia. It was torture – it felt so damn good, but at the same time, I wanted more.
Victor ran his hands down my body and cupped my breasts. Andrew traced the insides of my thighs with his fingers, gently touching me until I was shaking and shivering in his arms. His fingers were so close – yet so far – to my pussy and I desperately wanted him to touch me more.