Authors: Carla Parker
“Okay…I trust you,” I said and Roland’s eyes flashed with some unrecognizable emotion. I just couldn’t read what he was thinking and it intrigued me that much more.
“Good,” Roland said, his voice low. I felt warmth radiate out from him suddenly and it reminded me of the night before when Tarik kissed me. I tilted my head at Roland curiously and saw his eyes were trained on my lips, though he didn’t make any move to touch me. “We should go now then,” he said abruptly, and turned around to leave the bedroom, though he didn’t take a step towards the door.
“Roland…?” I asked curiously and he turned his head towards me. “Do you have a fever?” I asked and Roland turned back around to look at me as if I asked him something completely outrageous. Then his eyes widened in understanding and he burst into loud laughter. I couldn’t help but giggle when he bent over from laughing so hard. “What?” I asked and Roland straightened, his laughter sobering.
“No. I don’t have a fever,” he said, still chuckling. I stepped towards him and put my hand on the exposed skin of his muscular arm. He stopped laughing almost instantly. His earlier mirth had completely evaporated.
“I’m sorry, I just—you are really warm.” I told him while taking my hand back. Roland took a deep breath; he seemed to be warring with himself.
“I’m naturally hot blooded. It’s fine, really,” Roland assured me, his voice almost strained.
“Are you sure? You don’t sound okay,” I said.
Roland cursed under his breath before he closed the distance between us. His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me up to meet his lips when they crashed down onto mine. I gasped at my immediate response to him. Heat licked through my veins like flames when his tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me and driving me insane. His lips were incredibly soft and I was imagining them on other places of my body. An insistent pressure started to build low in my belly and all I could think about was how close we were to my bed.
“Dammit!” Roland broke the kiss abruptly and put me down before taking two steps away from me. “You’re his, I can’t have…I can’t have you too.” Roland’s voice was hoarse. Confused and beyond flustered, I took a moment to collect myself as heat was still coursing through my body. “We should go now.” Roland said and promptly stalked out of the room.
I picked up my bag and had no other choice than to follow him out to his truck. Roland helped me up into the passenger seat and then shut the door before walking around to the driver’s seat and getting in. We drove in silence, a little ways out of town and into the woods. I recognized the area where wealthy landowners had built huge houses on their lots.
We drove deep into the woods and I started to wonder where exactly we were going. Until a huge log mansion made itself apparent, nestled into the surrounding trees it looked completely natural in its surroundings, regardless of its size.
“This is where Tarik
lives
?” I asked, impressed. I glanced over at Roland who smirked.
“Yeah, I live here too remember? We built this place with our fathers before they handed over the pa—the um…the lot.” Roland tripped over his words, but I didn’t pay much attention to it, as I was too busy admiring the house’s façade. It looked to be three stories high and had a clear east and west wing attached to the main house. Tarik opened the front door then and walked over to the truck, a big smile on his face. He was wearing a skintight dark grey shirt and jeans; I drank up the sight of his muscular physique so enticingly outlined by the shirt. He opened my door for me and helped me down.
“Christina, I told you I’d find you, and here we are,” said Tarik, grinning happily and he bent down to kiss me on the cheek. When he straightened though, his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked over at Roland in confusion.
*****
“What did you do? How did you do it?” Tarik asked Roland almost accusingly. Roland took a deep breath and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
“Sorry Tarik. You know these things just happen,” said Roland.
Tarik’s expression turned contemplative.
“So now she’s…
ours
?” Tarik asked Roland. Beyond confused by their conversation about me as if I wasn’t standing between them, I cleared my throat and both Tarik and Roland looked down at me.
“So…what’s going on?” I asked politely. Tarik pursed his lips and Roland smirked.
“Nothing, let’s go in.” He gestured towards the house and Roland walked ahead of Tarik, who put his hand at the small of my back, leading me inside in a true gentleman-like fashion.
We walked inside to the foyer and I looked around. The house was decorated like a modern cabin in the woods. It was cozy and warm, decorated in earthy tones and inviting with lots of space.
“The family room is this way. Are you hungry Christina? Thirsty?” Tarik said as he guided me into the family room. There was a large view of the surrounding forest at the back of the room, and the furniture was faced towards the seeming wall of glass.
“The house is really quite beautiful guys,” I commented, and sat down on the couch where Tarik had led me.
“Thanks, we put a lot of work into it,” Roland said. He propped himself up on the arm of the couch right next to me, while Tarik took a seat on my other side. I couldn’t help but grow a little heated at the slight implication of being so close and in between both Roland and Tarik.
“Christina you didn’t answer my question,” Tarik said, his voice really close. I turned my attention from the view of the woods to face Tarik. His silver eyes were studying me carefully and the memory of that white wolf flashed across my mind.
“Oh, I’m fine, I don’t need anything,” I told him.
He nodded. His hand slid onto my thigh and I could feel the heat from his hand through my sweater and onto my skin. “So…why did you have Roland kidnap me today?” I asked, a nervous laugh touching my voice.
“We need to discuss a few things,” Tarik said, his eyes serious. I took a deep breath and then nodded. I was growing increasingly warm, and I wasn’t sure if it was me, or the fact that both Tarik and Roland seemed to have higher body temperatures than the average man.
“Like what?” I asked. My voice was surprisingly normal-sounding, even though I was thrown off balance by Tarik’s hand on my thigh and Roland’s breath practically on my neck, sending shivers down my spine as he sat on the other side of me.
“We can talk about it later,” Roland said, his deep voice making me shiver noticeably this time. He turned to Tarik and said, “She’s obviously uncomfortable.”
Tarik’s eyes lifted to look at Roland and he nodded once.
“Roland’s right, you should relax,” said Tarik.
A smile curved Tarik’s lips upward. His hand slid up my thigh and I took in a shaky breath. He pushed up my dress a fraction in the process, revealing the goose bumps on my skin. “Are we making you nervous Christina?” Tarik asked, his voice low and his eyes heated on mine.
“Um…maybe a little,” I said, my voice almost a whisper.
“Why?” Roland asked, his voice getting husky like it was when he kissed me earlier. It amazed me how all I had shared with Roland and Tarik was a few words and a kiss, yet I wanted them badly. Tarik’s fingers caressed a pattern into the exposed skin of my thigh. The sensations he elicited made their way across my skin, and heat spread from his touch and pooled low in my belly. I needed air. I was too warm and they were overwhelming, and Roland wasn’t even touching me.
Yet
.
I stood up abruptly and both Roland and Tarik stood with me. Tarik pressed close to my front while Roland pulled me back against him, his hands on my waist while his lips found their way to my neck.
I moaned, out of equal parts arousal and surprise. Tarik’s hands slid underneath my dress and with one easy motion, Roland having stepped back a fraction, he pulled it off. Then the two were back, enveloping me in their heat as Roland’s hands slid down to my hips, pulling me firmly against him. I felt how aroused he was, as his thick length was pressed firmly against my back. His lips made their way to the sensitive skin of my neck once more and then my attention was taken by Tarik. His hands firmly gripped my waist as he pulled me tight against him. I felt his arousal hot on my belly and his lips finally captured mine.
Was this really going to happen? Was I really going to have sex with Tarik and Roland at the
same time
? Roland’s hand slipped in between my legs and I cried out when his fingers rubbed against my clitoris through the fabric of my underwear. Well whatever question I had in my mind now was definitely gone. I wanted them just as much as they wanted me.
“I can feel how wet you are Christina,” Roland whispered huskily into my ear as I arched my back, wanting to feel more of either one of them. Tarik’s lips were at the base of my throat now and I moaned as he sucked and licked at my skin. I reached in between Tarik and slid my hand down the outline of his thick cock. Tarik growled just as my other hand reached behind me to grip Roland through his jeans.
“Get her upstairs now,” Tarik growled. Roland picked me up, all too eager to oblige. Roland’s lips met mine as soon as he had me up and into his arms. Our tongues met and clashed, dancing around each other’s mouths, wild with passion.
Roland moved faster than I could keep up with as he walked me through the house, and soon I was being pushed down onto a soft bed. Roland pulled my boots off and slipped off my socks, his eyes trained on mine, nearly blazing with intense heat.
“I can’t wait to be inside you Christina,” Roland said, a smirk touching his lips making him look positively sinful. I heard a door close softly, and I turned my head towards the sound. Tarik was standing there at the edge of the bed, watching me with his moonlit gaze.
They were going to have me.
*****
“Sit up Christina,” Tarik said and I willingly did what he asked. Roland pulled off his shirt and I inhaled sharply at how defined his chest and stomach was. Tarik walked over to Roland, standing beside him, and he too pulled off his shirt. They must work out together too…All I could do was stare at how beautiful their bodies were. When they went to pull off their jeans I was pretty sure I whimpered at the sight of their muscles flexing with each of their movements.
I didn’t think I would survive this, whatever it was. I closed my eyes to try and calm myself down a little; taking deep breaths I tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach and the insistent clenching of my sex. I don’t think I’d ever been this turned on before.
One of them picked me up and pushed me back further onto the bed, making my eyes fly open. Roland’s eyes were hot on mine as he trailed kisses from my neck down across both breasts and even lower to my belly button, where his tongue flicked out at the sensitive flesh. I gasped when Tarik lifted my shoulders so that I could rest on his thighs; I hadn’t even seen him move. Tarik bent over me, his mouth on my breasts as he licked and sucked his way to my nipples, showing them individual attention, sucking and nibbling on both.
“
Tarik
!” I gasped as he feasted on my chest, his mouth like liquid fire. I cried out when Roland ripped my panties from my flesh and his mouth covered my mound, his tongue slipping in between my sensitive folds. “Roland…Roland…” I chanted his name while his tongue flicked and swirled around my clitoris unrelentingly. My fingers tangled in Roland’s hair as I arched into him, subsequently pushing my breasts against Tarik’s mouth.
Tarik gently moved to the side, laying me flat on the bed. My eyes immediately fell to his heavy sex. His cock was
really
big; thick and long. It bobbed under its own weight. I bit my lip and gripped it firmly with my hand. Tarik cursed and I felt his sex twitch in my hand as he tried to control his reactions. Tarik faced me completely and I began to stroke him, his hips moving forward and back, mirroring my movements. I lifted my head to bring my lips to his engorged pink tip, my tongue flicking out to taste the bead of warm fluid that oozed out. Tarik groaned and his hands pushed through my hair, also holding my head up as he pushed himself into my mouth. I sucked on the sensitive head and swirled my tongue around him causing Tarik to growl harshly.
I moaned around Tarik’s cock when Roland slid his fingers into my sex. All the while his insistent tongue never let up as he teased my clitoris. The pressure started to build and I knew the orgasm would be devastating. Roland gently bit down on my clitoris and I shot off into a dizzying orgasm, moaning loudly around Tarik’s thick sex. Tarik groaned, pushing deeper into my mouth while I shook and ground myself against Roland’s mouth.
Before I could completely come down from my orgasm Roland was pushing his hard cock into me. He filled me so completely I felt lightheaded at the overwhelming pleasure of it.
“
Fuck
, she’s so tight…” Roland said breathlessly as he slid into me. Roland starting thrusting into me hard and deep, his sex touching the very core of me. I sucked Tarik deep into my mouth, the head of his cock touching the back of my throat and I heard him let out a string of curses before his moans blended with Roland’s and I couldn’t tell where who ended and where who began. We were just one entity wrapped up completely in each other.
Roland picked up his pace, his hips rocking against mine hard and fast. My sex clenched around him and he growled, the sound almost a roar, as I spasmed around him tightly, my orgasm sending me flying into a sea of sensation.