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again.

Oliver let Nick slip from his mouth, giving one last, slow lick to

the end. A tiny drop of pearly moisture appeared there as Oliver

let it go. Just as Vanessa thought he was done he quickly leaned

back down and licked the drop away.

“Damn,” Nick cursed behind her, but it was pleasure in his

voice, not anger.

Oliver returned to Vanessa, licking right along Nick’s finger as it

fucked her. He spread the lips of her sex with gentle fingers so

that Vanessa could see how dark pink she was, how wet, how

Nick’s finger looked as it went in and out of her. Oliver

maneuvered around Nick’s hand and took the smal red bump at

the top of her crease into his mouth and sucked. Vanessa cried

out and Nick quickly covered her mouth with his free hand.

“Not too loud, Nessa,” he admonished. “We don’t want to alert

anyone to your presence.”

She tore his hand away. “But it feels so good,” she said in a

strangled voice. “How am I to be quiet?”

Oliver laughed against her sex. “You have to be,” he told her, his

voice silky but with a thread of command in it. “You must be, or

we’l stop. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, yes,” she said panting. “I’l be good.”

She nodded. “Yes, yes,” she said panting. “I’l be good.”

Her reward was Nick fucking his finger into her deeply while

Oliver sucked her again. She writhed and moaned softly,

thrusting her hips, craving more and more and more of this

shattering pleasure. “Inside me,” she begged desperately, hoping

they understood what she wanted.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Nick growled. “But I want you to come

first. It wil be easier the first time.”

Oliver began licking the same knot he’d been sucking—hard,

slow licks, pressing his tongue against her. She trembled violently

and Nick put his finger as far inside her as he could reach and

she came. She felt the pulsing waves of her climax tighten and

release inside her, around Nick’s finger, and as Oliver licked her

she became so sensitive that the pleasure was almost pain. Her

fingers dug into Nick’s thighs and she bit her lip to keep her cries inside.

Before the waves receded, Oliver and Nick dragged her up on

the bed and Nick crawled on top of her. He looked at Oliver,

who lay down beside them. “Is it al right? If I’m the first?”

“Yes,” Oliver said with a smile as he brushed Nick’s hair off his

forehead. “Because I’m going to be a close second. And I like

the idea of fucking into her when she’s ful of your come.”

“Oh God,” Vanessa moaned, her hips taking on a life of their

own as they thrust up against Nick, begging for his cock. He

didn’t make her wait. He pressed inside her, slowly but

forcefuly, no hesitation. She didn’t feel any pain. She knew there

was supposed to be some, but there wasn’t. Nick grinned once

he was seated fuly in her, his pubic hair a foreign feeling against

the sensitive flesh of her sex. He rubbed against her and she

moaned.

“It didn’t hurt?” he asked. She shook her head. “Good,” Nick

said with satisfaction. He puled back out and thrust into her

again and the pleasure was immediate and electrifying. She

started to cry out, but Oliver’s mouth crashed down on hers,

swalowing her cries as Nick continued to fuck her. Vanessa’s

hands needed purchase against the sensory assault and she

grabbed Nick’s hip and Oliver’s shoulder and dug her nails into

them. Their only response was a grunt from Oliver and a groan

from Nick, both sounding more of pleasure than pain.

Oliver broke their kiss and Vanessa gasped. “Tel me,” he urged

her. “Tel me how he feels.”

“I’m ful to bursting with him,” she said breathlessly. “It feels so

strangely wonderful.” She moaned as Nick circled his hips,

grinding his cock into her as he sucked her nipple hungrily into

his mouth.

“She likes it a little rough, doesn’t she?” Oliver said, and

“She likes it a little rough, doesn’t she?” Oliver said, and

Vanessa knew he was talking to Nick. She didn’t mind that

tonight. Didn’t mind them discussing her like some wanton from

the street. She felt like one. And she liked it. “I knew she

would,” Oliver said with satisfaction. “I knew she wanted to be

taken, not wooed with delicate lovemaking, but fucked and used

by men who knew how to do it.”

She came again. Nick laughed through her climax. “You’re going

to need both of us to keep up with you, aren’t you?” he

murmured right before he kissed her. She sucked his tongue into

her mouth and gave him a wild, untamed kiss, fighting him for

control of it. His thrusts lost their rhythm and became hard and

fast and he broke the kiss to groan as he ground against her. She

felt the jerk of his cock inside her and knew he was coming. She

might be inexperienced, but she knew it. And she loved it. She

wrapped her legs around his waist and held on, the tremors of a

smal climax making her throw her head back against the bed.

She came knowing he was releasing inside her. She remembered

Oliver’s words, and greedily held Nick until he was spent so

she’d be ful of him when Oliver entered her.

Nick’s arms gave out on him as he felt the final tremors of his

release. He tried to lower himself gently down on Vanessa rather

than colapse on her in a stupefied heap, but he wasn’t sure he

accomplished it.

accomplished it.

Vanessa was stil moving beneath him, her quim clenching and

releasing as she came again. He let out an exhausted laugh. “You

come more than any woman I’ve ever known.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried out, and from her tone Nick could tel it

was true distress.

He raised his head and glared at her. “Don’t ever apologize to

any man for enjoying yourself in bed, Vanessa,” he growled.

“You are a treasure. There are many women who are unable to

come at al. What you can do is a gift, to yourself and to any man

you share it with.”

She moaned, partly in distress but mostly in pleasure as her wals

continued to tremble around him. “It’s not right,” she whispered.

“I have no shame, and now that I have known this I cannot give

it up!” She moved restlessly under him, but he was done for the

moment. His cock was too soft to bring her pleasure anymore

and he puled out.

“Nick is right, darling,” Oliver purred, nuzzling behind her ear.

He bit her earlobe and she let out an undignified squeak. “I love

how much you come. I’d like to be able to make you come

someday just by whispering wicked suggestions in your ear or

licking your beautiful breasts. Do you think you could do that?”

Vanessa nodded, the motion jerky and uncontroled. “Do you

want to do that now?” he asked.

want to do that now?” he asked.

Vanessa shook her head violently. “No. No, Oliver. Please. You

promised you’d fuck me. Please. I need you.”

Nick roled off her and Oliver wasted no time in taking his place.

Vanessa’s legs clamped around Oliver’s hips, her heels pressing

into his gorgeous backside. Nick grabbed her foot and leaned in

and kissed the cheek of Oliver’s butt before he bit it. Oliver

growled and shoved Nick away.

“Damn, that hurt,” he complained.

“It was supposed to,” Nick said with a laugh, lying back down.

“That way you won’t come the minute you enter her.”

“I’m no green youth,” Oliver mumbled. “I can hold back.”

Nick just shook his head. “You haven’t been inside her yet,” he

told him with a contented sigh. “She’s perfect. And the first time

she comes, you’l want to, too. Just remember she can come

several more times.”

“Oh, Nicky,” Oliver said breathlessly, and Nick looked down at

his hips to see him easing into Vanessa’s damp heat. “She so

tight and wet. You were here.”

Vanessa was already sliding into orgasm. It was astounding.

They barely fucked her and she came. Her body was made for

They barely fucked her and she came. Her body was made for

cock. What would it be like when they were both inside her, one

front and one back? Would she go off like this time and again?

He dearly hoped so. How magnificent it would be to keep her

coming al night, until she colapsed from exhaustion. Perhaps not

so wonderful for her, but Nick felt his masculine pride swel at

the idea of it.

Oliver fucked her slowly, clearly relishing every second of it.

Vanessa whimpered and moaned and Nick could see her nails

digging into Oliver’s shoulders. He’d have half-moon marks.

Nick would kiss each one and place his hands over them as he

fucked Oliver for Vanessa. He had no doubts now that Vanessa

would love to watch them. She was a sensual goddess, desire

incarnate. She would love every wicked thing they wanted to do

together, every wicked thing they’d ever dreamed of doing but

had been too nervous to try. They’d do it al with Vanessa.

“Oh Vanessa, Vanessa,” Oliver moaned, burying his face in the

curve of her shoulder. She gripped the back of his head with one

hand, her fist tangling in his blond hair, puling it in her passion.

She thrust up, giving as good as she was getting. She licked

Oliver’s ear, kissed his cheek, turned his head and kissed his

pouty lips roughly. Nick realized then that Oliver wasn’t in

charge. Vanessa was. She owned him completely at that

moment. He would do anything to keep fucking her.

Vanessa bit Oliver’s lower lip and held on, holding him like that

as she came. Nick knew she was coming. He recognized it now.

as she came. Nick knew she was coming. He recognized it now.

Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed as she tipped her

head back slightly, dragging Oliver with her by the mouth, her

hands gripping him tightly.

Oliver whimpered and Nick’s cock began to harden again. He

loved that sound. He loved the feel and sight of Vanessa coming,

and the sound of Oliver’s surrender.

“Keep fucking her,” Nick ordered him. “Don’t come yet. She’s

not done.” Oliver’s breathing was hard and erratic but he

obeyed. He kept his hips pumping, driving into Vanessa as she

moaned. “Yes, hard like that. She likes it hard,” Nick murmured.

He leaned up on one arm and placed his palm on Oliver’s

buttock, wanting to feel them fuck. It wasn’t enough.

He sat up and straddled Oliver’s backside. On each stroke the

plump, firm flesh of Oliver’s arse tapped Nick’s growing cock.

Oliver whimpered again and Nick put a hand on his hip, guiding

him in and out of Vanessa and back into Nick.

“Oh yes,” Vanessa said, her voice rough from her moans and

suppressed cries. Nick loved the sound of it. It was the kind of

voice that only came from fucking, or from sucking cock. He

wanted her to speak like that from now on. “Are you going to do

something with him?” Vanessa asked. The last word was high

pitched and her eyes closed tightly. He thought she might be

trying not to come again. She lost the battle with a moan.

trying not to come again. She lost the battle with a moan.

“When you’re done with him,” Nick said, beginning to rub his

cock on Oliver’s cheek each time the two met when Oliver

puled out of Vanessa before driving back in.

Oliver made a sound between a moan and a whimper at Nick’s

words. “I can’t last, Nicky,” he said desperately. “I have to

come. She feels so good. Nessa,” he begged, “let me come.”

“Yes, yes,” she said between panting breaths. “I want you to.

Oh God.” She threw her head back as Oliver shouted and

bowed his back, driving his cock into Vanessa. Nick wanted to

be inside Oliver so much at that moment he nearly ignored every

consideration and rammed into his beckoning entrance. He was

pressed so tightly against Oliver he could feel the contractions of

the muscles in his backside as he came with hard, sharp thrusts.

Vanessa was crying. Oliver roled off her and gathered her in his

arms. “Are you al right?” he asked, panic-stricken. “I didn’t hurt

you, did I?”

She shook her head. “No, no you didn’t.” She sniffed and

looked up at him with eyes as big and beautifuly brown as a

doe’s. “That was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever done.” She

reached for Nick and he crawled over behind her, spooning her

and kissing her shoulder. “I’ve never felt this close to anyone.

and kissing her shoulder. “I’ve never felt this close to anyone.

Never.” She laid her head on Oliver’s shoulder as Nick rubbed

her back. “I hate that I can only have you for a short while.”

Oliver’s heart stuttered in his chest. It was true, wasn’t it? They

weren’t the sorts of men that women like Vanessa married.

She’d marry someone with a title, of course. Someone with

wealth and power who could give her the life she deserved. He

looked up at Nick, and Nick seemed angry and sad and

everything Oliver was feeling.

There was one thing they could give her. They could give her

passion.

“What do you want, Vanessa?” He tipped her face up to his.

“Tel us. Whatever it is, if we can give it to you, we wil. Let us

do that for you. This night is yours.”

Nick roled away from her onto his back and he lay there in