Growing up under the close scrutiny of my father, the only men who dared to get close to me were ones who saw dollar signs. They were boring, self-focused, and seemed more interested in impressing my father than me. But these two knew nothing about me. I know they blessed me with so much attention because they were paid to do just that, but I was going to enjoy my fantasy. If I was cursed to be rich for the rest of my life, the least I could do was splurge and enjoy this erotic fantasy.
I opened my eyes just in time to see Nicolas’s very white teeth clasping my nipple and stretching it as he held on.
“Oh, Lord!” One of my hands was underneath Tomas’s body so I only had one hand free, which instantly went to Nicolas’s head.
It dawned on me this was the first time I’d touched either one of them intimately. And his black, shiny bald head was smoother than I imagined it would be. It didn’t feel like he shaved his head. It was so smooth I’d swear that no hair grew there at all. He didn’t let go, but looked up at me with an intensely penetrating stare that just about made me come.
“Her nipples sure crave the attention.” Tomas flicked the other one with his finger just hard enough to make me jump.
“Apparently so.” I hadn’t noticed this about me before. “Shit.”
Tomas shifted his body, touching my side everywhere as he slid down me and started feasting on my other breast.
“Watch us,” he instructed, his mouth full of nipple.
I lifted my head and did as I was told. Tomas, with his blond hair, and Nicolas, with his bald black head, had their faces right next to each other. But it was like neither knew the other was there. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen in my life. Both of them feasting on my breasts, taking their task very seriously with their eyes closed and humming with very deep baritones as if I fed them a meal they’d been craving all their lives.
And my God! What they did for me! Sparks and tingles danced inside me, leaving my breasts and racing to my pussy. They built a pressure inside me that made me even wetter. My thighs were damp and the cream covering my shaved skin turned me on as much as what they were doing to me did.
I touched both of them. Spreading my fingers over their shoulder blades and back, it was kind of fun exploring their bodies. A bit of confidence built inside me. They seemed so pleased with me it helped me want to please them. Suddenly I wanted to know what it would look like to see them groaning with pleasure, to watch while they came.
I really wished I had more experience in this area. I guess I was paying a hell of a fee to gain that experience. And so typical—when I want something, I take it to the extreme so that I walk away fully educated in every detail. Talk about sex-ed extravaganza! I would learn all there was to know all at once.
And damn! If these two weren’t eager to share with me every bit of skill that they possessed. It was impossible to say which one I enjoyed more. If I closed my eyes, and I did even though they wanted me watching, and stroked their bodies, I couldn’t tell them apart. Not until I reached their faces and felt that wonderful wavy hair and smooth bald head. Of course, I knew which one was on which side of me, but still, it was an interesting discovery while brushing my fingertips back down their shoulders and to their arms. Their muscles bulged the same, rippled and stretched under smooth skin the same. My compliments to their trainer for buffing them up so perfectly.
Nicolas and Tomas continued devouring my breasts until every inch of me pulsed with need. I wanted their mouths elsewhere. More than anything, I ached to feel them inside me. If I could remember how to speak, I’d let them know that. But not only was I not sure my mouth would work at the moment, my brain didn’t seem interested in forming words for me to say.
So I did the next best thing. I dragged my nails down their backs, scraping their skin with my fingernails. Both men groaned and arched their backs slightly—just enough to show me I gave them pleasure.
A sensation hit me harder than all the lust consuming my body. I could control both of these men. Not with my words. Not with manipulative behavior—but with touch. With my body.
I almost laughed out loud. My body, with my 34Bs and soft tummy that wasn’t firm and trim like so many of the ladies in my world, had both of these men harder than steel. My fingernails, professionally done at my local salon before I left town, had them purring like cats.
Very dangerous and virile cats.
I raked their backs harder with my fingernails.
“Damn, baby.” Nicolas bit my nipple hard enough that a shock wave rattled my entire body.
I dug into his flesh and he gripped my arm, raising his face to mine.
“A small amount of pain intensifies the pleasure, don’t you think?”
I opened my mouth, but then got lost in his sultry gaze.
Tomas grunted, as if seconding the statement, and then pressed his hand over my abdomen, stretching his fingers while whipping my tender nipple with his tongue.
“Not too much,” Nicolas added. “But just enough to stimulate the body, allow it to feel and experience every bit of pleasure possible.”
“That makes sense.” My lips were dry and I ran my tongue over them but it didn’t help. I swallowed.
Nicolas smiled. “There are parts of the body,” he squeezed the nipple he’d just sucked, “that will offer stimulation to other parts of the body if they are tormented just enough. Some might call it torture, without the pain.”
“It’s certainly stimulating me.” Simply staring into his beautiful face, so dark with eyes that looked like they knew my mind better than I did, was a form of torture in itself. I ached to know more about him, learn why he was here, and how he learned so much about sexual pleasure.
As gorgeous as he was, it wasn’t hard to figure out the latter.
“I can only imagine what else you might know,” I prodded.
“Today you’ll do more than imagine.” Nicolas spoke with calm confidence. His baritone was equivalent to that of a deadly purr.
“Oh really? I can imagine a lot.” I didn’t blush this time. And I was damned proud of my increase in confidence.
Not that I ever thought I wasn’t good. I know I am. And intelligent, and all that other stuff. But I’m no runway model, which were the kind of women I would imagine on the arms of men like Tomas and Nicolas. My father told me so many times that I was blessed with the kind of looks a man would marry and not want an affair with. As much as I know his words were meant to be kind, I understood what he truly said. The drop-dead gorgeous ladies would get all of the attention, and I would get the boring, yet secure life.
The only problem is that I didn’t want boring and secure. I wanted wild, untamed, and challenging.
Tomas’s hand pressed lower until he cupped my smooth pussy. It had been a last-minute decision, shaving everything off down there. But I figured what the hell! If I were going to have mind-blowing sex for two weeks, then I might as well go all the way and prepare my body for the adventure.
He spread my flesh wide open with his fingers, exposing my clitoris to the open air. My legs stiffened, as did the rest of me, as if my body would do anything to protect that small, but incredibly sensitive part of me.
“Relax, Natalie,” Tomas encouraged. “Let us show you what you’ve only imagined.”
“And maybe a few things you’ve never imagined,” Nicolas added.
For a second, I thought I saw a wicked glow in his eyes. It faded quickly but it was enough to make my heart race way too quickly. And I held my breath, which didn’t do much in helping me relax.
Tomas pressed one finger against my clit, holding it there. My hips leapt off the bed and both men chuckled. But they weren’t laughing at me. I