Virgin in the Middle

I narrow my eyes and nudge his leg playfully. “Pretty sure that’s bad advice. Not playing fair when you’re trying to get a girl to like you.”

“Says who?” Anthony continues to trace my arm lightly, his fingertip setting my nerves on fire. My stomach tightens with desire, and I clench my thighs together tightly, trying to ignore the pulse of lust between my legs. “All’s fair in love and war.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Is this love or war, then?”

Vin tightens his legs around mine, trapping me between. “What do you think?” he asks, smirking.

“Bit of both?” I reply without thinking.

Both guys laugh, and Anthony wraps a warm, muscular arm around my shoulders. “We would never war with you,” he murmurs, and he’s so close to me, I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. My pulse skips a beat and my pussy clenches. It feels like there’s a heavy weight between my legs, my clit throbbing with every pound of my heart. His lips brush my cheek, not quite a kiss, but enough contact to set me off, breathing faster.

“It feels like I’m being tag-teamed, though,” I reply, maintaining just enough of my brainpower to speak. “You’re playing against me the way you played against that opposing team’s goalie.”

Vin leans forward, reaching across the table to wrap his hand around mine. His heat feels different from Anthony’s, more subtle. But his hands are just as strong, curled around mine, our fingers intertwining. “Is it working?” he asks, that little smirk still at the corner of his lips.

My blush is probably all the answer he needs. But I jut my chin higher and stare down at him, trying to regain some high ground, a leg to stand on. “What do you think?” I ask, one eyebrow lifted.

Anthony grins. “I think we should get out of here.”

I laugh, but I don’t disagree. Before I can even make an argument about splitting the check, Vin flags down the waitress and pays. I don’t even have time to reach for my wallet.

“Also not fair,” I complain as we step out of the restaurant into the cool fall evening air.

“What, we can’t treat our beautiful new roommate to dinner?” Anthony’s smile is all innocence, though his eyes betray him—they’re on fire when they meet mine, and he doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he’s checking me out, his eyes doing a slow crawl over my body. I shiver.

Vin sees, and wraps an arm around my shoulders, hugging me to his side. “Chilly?”

“A little,” I admit since I didn’t bring a real jacket, just a sweater for the game earlier.

Over my head, Vin shoots Anthony a look. Next thing I know, Anthony is pressed against my other side, sandwiching me between them, as he wraps his arm around me too. Between both guys’ warmth, I don’t feel the night air at all anymore. In fact, if anything, I’m too hot now, in danger of boiling over.

But my brain isn’t directing the show anymore. I couldn’t pull myself away from the guys now if I wanted to—and I definitely don’t. Standing between them, I wrap my arms around their waists. My hands find the edge of Anthony’s hip, and the middle of Vin’s waist.

“Is that better?” Anthony asks. When I glance up, he’s looking at me with concern, his hand rubbing along my arm gently, tracing the outline of the goose bumps rising along my skin.

Little does he know, those aren’t from the cold. “Much better,” I say, unable to tear my gaze from his deep blue eyes.

That is until Vin leans against my other side and brushes a stray strand of hair from my forehead. His hand lingers against my cheek, and I find myself lost in his dark eyes next, the rest of the world seeming to fade away.

That feeling only increases when he leans in, slowly, slowly. I feel like I’m falling, but I don’t want to stop, so I let my eyes flutter closed as his lips touch mine. He kisses me long, softly, and even as Vin’s mouth is still on mine, I feel Anthony’s hands against my back, tracing my shoulders.

“Wait,” I protest faintly, glancing over my shoulder at the campus. But we’re far from the beaten path, shadowed in the trees, and Vin is kissing my cheek, my jaw, as Anthony keeps his hands moving over me.

“Relax,” Vin replies, his eyes following my gaze and lighting up with amusement. “Nobody walks this way.”

“Even if they do, they won’t stop to stare too long,” Anthony adds, before he kisses the nape of my neck, his lips tracing around, up my neck to that sensitive spot right below my ear. “All they’ll see is a guy and a girl entwined…”

I squirm, still torn, my heart beating way too fast from their touches, but also the faint, lingering fear of being seen.

“We can stop if you prefer,” Vin whispers against my lips, right before he leans in to kiss me again, harder this time.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, surrendering completely. They’re right. Nobody ever walks this way. And even if they do, they would need to walk right up to this tree to tell what’s happening. To see that it’s me here, and not one but two guys…

“You are the sexiest woman we’ve ever seen,” Anthony murmurs against my neck, and Vin’s lips part against mine, his tongue brushing my mouth, parting my lips until our tongues are entwined. Then I forget about the rest of the world. I forget about everything but their mouths, their hands, their bodies pressed against mine.

“We want you, Cassidy,” Vin breathes as our lips part for a moment.

Before I can recover or even catch my breath from that kiss, though, Vin is gone, pulling away, kissing the other side of my neck. Anthony cups my face in his hands, turning me toward him, and then his mouth is on mine instead, all heat and fire, his kisses harder than Vin’s, almost rough. I wrap my arms around them both, one around Anthony’s neck, the other around Vin’s, my hands splayed against their strong, muscular backs.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur, my eyes half closed, lost in the feeling.

“Never.” When Anthony breaks our kiss to grin at me, his hands sliding down my waist, wrapping around my hips, it’s all I can do not to gasp at the rush of sensations flooding me. I can feel my pulse beating in my fingers, my toes, all the way down to my clit, which feels swollen and on fire just from the boys’ kisses alone.

I can’t imagine what more would feel like.

“Cass…” Vin’s voice is low, almost a growl.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Anthony adds, his own voice tense with desire.

Vin’s hands join Anthony’s, both of them gripping my hips tightly, sliding one hand each over the front of my jeans. They’re so close my pussy practically pulses with need, burning for them.

“Are you wet for us yet, Cassidy?” Vin whispers, and fucking hell, am I ever.

But before I can gasp out a response, their hands slide over, past, down my legs… Anthony’s hands return, tracing up my inner thigh, but Vin shifts his grip, tracing up over my waist to my chest, both hands circling my breasts.

“It feels like you might be,” he adds, his fingers pinching my nipples gently. “If these are any indication.”

“What a dirty girl we have on our hands, Vin,” Anthony adds, smirking. He catches me in another deep, slow kiss, and I feel full, bursting with need. I am on fire between them, and they are stoking the flames hotter. With every touch, my nerves feel like they’re about to explode. All I can think about is their hands, their mouths, as Vin cups my breasts, massaging, and leans over to kiss me just seconds after Anthony’s lips leave mine.

; “Yes, right there,” I groan. My nipples harden beneath my bra, and for a second, all I want is for Vin to rip off my shirt, my bra. I want them both naked, and me caught between them, feeling their warm skin on mine, their strong muscular bodies pressed against my soft curves.

“You like that, dirty girl?” Vin trails his tongue along my neck, his hands still relentlessly grasping my breasts.

I lose track of who is where. All I feel are their mouths, their lips. Something rough brushes against my back and I realize we’ve moved deeper into the park near our dorms. I’m pressed against a tree now, pinned as Anthony sinks to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach through my shirt. Vin cups my chin in his hands and traces kisses along my jawline, even as Anthony starts to lift my shirt, his stubble brushing the sensitive skin of my stomach as he kisses me again, his mouth hot as a brand.

Fucking hell. I want them both. Right here, right now. I don’t even care that this is my first time; I just need this to never end.

I grab Vin and kiss him roughly, arching my hips up against Anthony’s face, gasping into Vin’s mouth as Anthony’s tongue swirls around my navel, his teeth grazing my skin ever so lightly.

“Fuck me,” I gasp faintly, too lost in their bodies to think straight.

The boys pull back ever so slightly, and panic floods my brain for a second—did I do something wrong? Did I get the wrong idea?

But when I open my eyes, they’re just having a silent glaring contest at one another. Vin breaks it first. “I thought you said you had some.”

“I forgot.” Anthony’s grimacing like it’s the worst mistake ever.

I frown, not liking to see either of them upset. “What’s wrong?”

“We left the condoms back in the dorm,” Anthony admits with a wince.

“I can’t believe you didn’t bring some.” Vin rolls his eyes. “You had one job.”

“It’s fine, there’s a corner store half a block away. I’ll just run and grab them.”

“Thanks,” I interject, still frowning a little. I was enjoying the moment—and as much as I didn’t want it to stop, now that it has, my brain has started to catch up again. All I can think about is my virginity. The guys will notice, surely, as soon as we start taking this any farther, that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. And I didn’t want to get involved with anyone this year—am I really willing to give up on that promise so fast?