Hold Me Close (Bridgewater County 4)

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RACHEL

Oh. My. God.

Ethan was sitting on the bed stroking himself, his really, really big self and Matt had the look of a man about to blow. Just as he’d said, I was somehow pushing him to the brink of his sanity, of his need. But he hadn’t tossed me on the bed, climbed on top of me. No, he’d only kissed me. And what a kiss it had been!

But he’d licked my arousal from my fingers. The flick of his tongue, the sucking, went right to my clit. My aching clit since they had me touch myself. I’d been close, too. Just standing before them, knowing they were watching was so hot. Seeing them now, like this, was hot.

Everything about them was hot. Matt said he couldn’t take anymore. Well, that made two of us. Yeah, I was a virgin and I was worried about how their huge dicks were going to fit inside me, but I wanted it. I wanted both of them.

I wasn’t afraid. They were being so damn cautious I was starting to get frustrated. They were being too cautious now. I appreciated that about them, their concern for me, that they wanted to make this perfect, but perfect meant we were naked and they were doing what they wanted with me. And yes, to me.

I wanted these two men to tell me what to do. Knowing they were skilled at this, would guide me to pleasure I’d never even imagined, had my fingers going to the hem of my shirt and lifting it up over my head. My ponytail got caught and I worked it free, let the shirt fall to the floor.

Ethan swore under his breath as they both stared at my lavender covered breasts. Thankfully, I’d put on a pretty bra and panty set this morning. I watched as Matt’s fingers curled into fists at his sides and Ethan’s hand moved a tad faster up and down his dick.

“Touch me,” I said to them. They weren’t going to do it unless I told them to. They wanted my consent. Needed it. “Please.”

Matt held up a hand. “Baby, you were assaulted and now you’ve got two men who want you underneath them. I don’t want you to panic.”

They were too nice for their own good. Yeah, I’d been assaulted and it had affected me for years. It seemed strange, even to me, that I wasn’t worried I’d have a flashback or concerned their touches would make me upset. Not in the least. Perhaps it was just that every guy who’d tried to get close to me before just wasn’t Ethan and Matt. Perhaps I’d been waiting for them.

“Underneath? I might be a virgin, but I’m pretty sure there are some ways to do this without me being beneath you.”

Ethan’s eyes flared with heat.

I bit my lip. “Maybe we can start with those. Maybe…maybe we can start with you two, naked.”

Yeah, I was being bold. I never knew I had it in me. But they were giving me a safe place to be the real me.

Matt was already naked, so he just grinned. But Ethan? Hell, I hadn’t seen clothes fly off so fast before in my life. He struggled with his boots, and one thunked against the dresser when he tossed it with haste.

And when they were naked before me…wow.

I ogled. What woman wouldn’t when she had two gorgeous men, blatantly eager for her?

Matt was lean and tall, tightly corded muscles. His chest hair was dark and it tapered to his navel and into a thin line that went to the base of his cock. Wow, a really impressive cock. It was longer than Ethan’s but that wasn’t saying much because Ethan was huge. If I was worried he wouldn’t fit, I couldn’t imagine all of Matt fitting inside. Could it?

I’d worry about that later. For now, I’d touch. They’d said I could. I stepped up to them, put a hand on each of their chests, felt the hot skin, the way their breaths caught.

“We’re different men, sweetheart,” Ethan said, his voice a rough rasp as I ran my palms over their nipples. “But I promise we’ll both make you come. Hard.”

I licked my lips, glanced down, let my fingers slide lower and lower still. When I was hovering just above their cocks, I glanced up at them through my lashes.

“Now, baby.”

Matt’s growl was all I needed to grip each of them. Hot steel. They were so hard, yet the skin was so soft. Almost like velvet.

Both men groaned and I felt a spurt of wetness coat my palms. I looked up at both of them once again. They were grinning. “I told you I can’t take anymore. We’re going to come in your hands instead of your sweet pussy if you keep it up.”

Matt’s words had me letting go and they groaned once more.

“It’s time to see you,” Ethan said. “Can we get you out of the rest of your clothes?”

I nodded and four ha

nds went to work, deftly unhooking my bra, tugging my shoes off, then working my jeans over my hips. And when Ethan worked my panties down…with his teeth, I was done. Stick a fork in me, I was done.