Desired (Two Marks 2)

A sense of power flowed through me. I’d felt weak my whole life. While protected by my parents, I’d also been guided, molded, shaped to their wants and dreams. The perfect Stepford daughter. West Springs made me feel like a new person. These men did.

I never would have done anything so wild or bold before, and it had a lot to do with Cord and Nash themselves. I hadn’t been interested in other single guys I’d met. Only these two.

I took Nash into my mouth, reveling in the velvet steel of his length. He was huge, so I slid him into the pocket of my cheek, bobbing my head over his manhood and sucking hard as I pulled back.

“Fates, Rachel,” he growled. His fingers curled in my hair, tugging hard—then, as if he realized his strength, gripping gently.

I moaned around his member. Knowing Cord was watching—feeling the weight of two heated stares—made it all the hotter. I squirmed, wanting some kind of friction on my clit.

Cord must have read my mind, because he moved and knelt on the floor behind me. While I swirled my tongue along the underside of Nash’s length, Cord unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand inside my panties from the back. I arched, humming around Nash’s huge cock.

“Does that feel good, beautiful?” Cord murmured. He brushed a finger over my wetness, teasing me open. No one had ever touched me before, and it was… God.

I attempted to make an mmm hmm sound without coming off Nash’s dick. Nash reached inside my bra cup and toyed with one of my nipples. I sucked him harder, with more enthusiasm than I knew was possible.

My body was feverish, needy, yet all I cared about was making Nash feel good. I’d never wanted to succeed at something so much in my life. I may not have found myself yet, but I certainly was discovering a new side to me.

“I’m already a goner,” Nash growled. “I can’t hold back, beautiful.”

“Do you want Nash to come in your mouth?” Cord asked, his breath fanning my neck. “Or on those pretty tits?” He unfastened the back of my red bra and it slid down my arms.

God, I’d never gotten this far before. I’d heard the big debate about spitting versus swallowing, but honestly wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. I popped off and cupped my breasts, looking up at Nash. I licked my lips and stared at his glistening, engorged dick.

“Aw, fuck, Rachel. That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He gripped his dick and pumped it hard, his face already contorting with his imminent orgasm. I smiled. I’d made him this way.

Cord gave my ass a light slap with his free hand, and I came up off my heels. “She’s a dirty little virgin, isn’t she?” He slid his hand into my panties further and found my clit.

I cried out, gripping Nash’s thighs for stability the moment Cord touched me there. It was crazy, but I was ready to come, too. Just from a few light touches and sucking Nash off.

Nash let out an animal-like growl of pleasure and angled the head of his cock at my chest. “Coming!” he choked. His seed arced and spilled across my breasts at the same time as Cord applied more pressure to my clit, gripping my hip to steady me with his free hand.

“Yes!” I cried, not sure if I was cheering Nash on or claiming my own victory. My hips bucked, and I dropped my own hand between my legs to help Cord press me the way I liked it. I rode both our hands as my orgasm stormed through me, fast and frantic, and over too quickly.

It was a release but I already wanted more.

I wanted the real thing.

Penetration with a real cock, not just having hot seed spurted across my chest.

How I knew that was beyond me, but I was never more sure of anything in my life. I needed sex.

Right. Now.

I looked over my shoulder at Cord as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down.

“Do you need more, beautiful?” Cord choked, his eyes taking on an amber glow.

“I need you,” I said, wriggling to get my pants off. I needed him now.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Nash said, helping me stand to kick my feet free. He dragged his fingertips between my breasts, down the center of my belly to the top of my panties. “You always wear a matching bra and panties, little virgin?” he asked. The tension in him was gone. A smile curved his lips. His jeans were open, and his dick was out. And still hard.

“Yes.” I laughed. “I like them to match. And you’re going to need to find a new name for me soon.”

Nash bent his head and flicked his tongue over my nipple, as Cord dragged my panties down my legs.