Oh, yeah, she wanted to play. She just wasn’t sure she knew how. His hands skimmed her hips and pulled her close. He was so big. He enveloped her. His mouth came down on hers. He was gentle but forceful. His tongue slipped past her lips and dominated her mouth. Callie had a moment of complete panic but forced herself to relax. She’d come here for this. She wanted to know what it felt like to be desired. She wouldn’t get love out of this, she knew that. She wasn’t as naïve as the boys back in Bliss seemed to think. But she might get the desired part, if the thick erection poking her in the belly was any indication.

His tongue was coaxing now that she’d softened against him. He seemed more willing to take things slowly once she got involved. She let her tongue rub against his, enjoying the smooth glide. She could smell soap and man and something musky that heated her feminine parts to a froth. He pulled her into the cradle of his thighs. The denim was rough against her softness.

“Hey, don’t hog the girl, Zane.”

Callie felt a hand on her shoulder, and the big guy, Zane, broke off the best kiss of her life. It was one of the only kisses of her life, she admitted to herself. She was turned into a second hard body.

“My name is Nathan, sweetheart. But you can call me Nate.” His Texas accent had gotten more pronounced as the room heated up. He cupped her hips and let his eyes trail the length of her body. “You are a beautiful woman, Callie Sheppard. We’re going to take very good care of you.”

Callie sighed as he leaned in. His kiss was softer than Zane’s but no less impactful. She felt it hum along her skin. She liked the idea of them taking care of her. She liked it a lot. Of course, they were only talking about taking care of her sexually, but she could dream. She let her hands caress the smooth skin of his shoulders and biceps. Her blood was staring to pound. This was nothing like the couple of times she’d fooled around before with sons of her mother’s friends, or that disastrous time she’d tried to kiss Rye Harper. Those fleeting touches had been fumbling and awkward. This was a wave she just had to ride and allow to sweep her away.

“Are we going too fast?” Nate whispered the question against her ear. There was no small amount of pleading in it. She could tell he wanted her answer to be a resounding no from the sound of his voice.

“I’m fine, Nate.” Callie pressed herself against him, the cotton of his western shirt sensitizing her nipples. She kissed along his jaw line. It felt so good to be close to another warm body, to be given leave to explore and play. She wanted them naked, skin to skin against her. She pulled apart the shirt under her hands. The pearl snaps popped, and his skin was hers to touch. She let her fingers run along the curves of his chest. He was all muscle, from his pecs to the six-pack that had her mouth watering.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so good.” Nate’s head was back as he offered her his body.

“Yes, you do,” Zane agreed, pressing against her back. His skin was warm against hers, so she knew he had gotten rid of his jeans and T-shirt. His hands slid from around her back and cupped her breasts. His thumbs stroked her nipples, and she could feel the press of hard flesh against the cheeks of her ass. Everything was beginning to whirl deliciously out of control, and Callie was just going with it.

“You’re sure you want this?” Nate seemed very cautious, but his eyes were hot.

Callie nodded. She was sure. She wanted to experience something she’d fantasized about. There was so much she hadn’t confided in Stef. Her mother was sick. Callie would spend the next months giving her mother every bit of her energy and love. So, Callie wanted one night where she didn’t have to be strong, where she didn’t have to face the future, where she could revel in the here and now just because it felt good.

“Baby?” Nate’s hand came up and brushed away a tear she hadn’t known she’d shed. His eyes were a brilliant blue and narrowed in concern. “Are you afraid?”

The hands on her breasts were gone, wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her back into Zane’s chest. There was a sweetness to his hold as though he didn’t want to let her go for a minute. That brought fresh tears to her eyes. No one had held her like that since she was a child. The gesture made her feel small and fragile and protected.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Zane’s voice rumbled along her scalp, his face pressed to the top of her head. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Callie shook her head. “I’m not scared. I’m just…emotional.” Now wasn’t the time or place to spill her guts. She wanted sweetness, not sympathy. She looked straight into Nate’s eyes and asked for what she wanted. “I need to be out of myself for a while.”

After a long moment, Nate smiled solemnly and leaned in to kiss her. His lips molded hers, and she felt Zane’s mouth on her nape. She was wrapped up in them, and the sensations felt heavenly.

 Nate stepped back and nodded at Zane. Callie glanced at Nate as he started to undress, then Zane swept her up into his arms and grinned down at her. It was a wild, feral thing, that smile of his. He was the bad boy of the two, no question about it. He cradled her to his chest and strode to the bed like she was nothing at all to carry. He tossed her lightly on the huge bed. Her eyes widened as she got her first real look at him.

“Oh, my god.” His cock was enormous. It was gorgeous.

He stroked that monster cock of his, and a purely masculine look took over his magazine cover-ready face. “Don’t worry. I know how to use it.”

Nate came to stand by his friend. His body was every bit as beautiful as Zane’s. Nate’s body was sleekly muscled, where Zane looked like a bodybuilder. Nate’s mouth was turned up in a slight smile, and he rolled his eyes. “You know, you should never have shown her that thing first. Now she won’t look at me.”

“Yes, I will.” She was breathless. Nate might not be quite as ridiculous as his friend, but he was amply sized as well. His cock stood at full attention, bobbing against his flat, muscled abs, almost reaching his navel. He wasn’t quite as long as Zane, but he was just as thick. No one could accuse Nate of not being well-hung.

He winked at her. “I’m glad Zane hasn’t ruined you for me, sweetheart.” He crawled across the white comforter toward her. His big hand pressed her back into the mattress. “Lay back, and let Zane take care of you.”

She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. It was going to be okay. She knew it would hurt at first. Nate was distracting her as Zane moved her legs apart. His hands ran from her ankles to her hips, and she tensed, waiting for that big cock to start its assault. Nate’s mouth trailed kisses from her neck down to her breasts.

Callie gasped as she felt Zane begin. It wasn’t his cock seeking entry. His mouth covered her pussy. The feather-light touch had her shaking. It was an exquisite sensation and not one she had been expecting.

“You taste so good, babe.” Zane’s deep grumble was a wave of pleasure rolling across her flesh. His fingers slid through her labia, parting her for the slow slide of his tongue. He licked and nibbled at her tender flesh. His tongue darted all around, lighting up her nerve endings. It wasn’t enough. It felt so, so good, but it just wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She’d been so nervous before, wondering if this was the right thing to do. But now, as his tongue worshipped her, she wondered why she’d waited. This was so sweet. Callie pushed her pussy toward Zane’s face, begging for more. He growled and speared her with his tongue. His strong tongue went straight up her cunt and then he pulled out. He licked in forceful strokes from her clit all the way down. Callie was building toward something she’d never felt before. The little pleasures she’d gained from her fingers were nothing like this.

Nate’s lips pulled at her nipple. He rolled the one he wasn’t suckling with his fingers. When Callie managed to get her head up off the bed, she watched the two men pleasuring her with their mouths and hands. It was a beautiful sight. Zane slipped a finger into her pussy.

“She’s going to be so tight.” He moaned, coming up for air. Callie could see the evidence of her arousal on his chin and lips. His tongue came out to lap it up as he curled his finger deep inside her.

Nate came off her breast. “I think I need to try some of that honey of hers.” He turned his body around and leaned over. While Zane added a second finger, Nate’s tongue worked her clit. Zane added a third finger. He fucked her gently, curling his fingers deep inside. Callie’s hands clawed at the comforter, and her hips moved restlessly under their ministrations.

“She’s close.” Zane was watching her carefully, his deep green eyes hooded with lust.

Zane was right. When Nate sucked her clit between his lips, she went off like a rocket. Every muscle she had tensed and released in a great wash of relief. It started in her pussy and rolled over her body like a wave. Callie cried out. Little tremors shook her as Nate continued to lave her clit gently now. Zane pulled his fingers out and moved up the bed.

“Up, babe.” He pushed her up, sliding in behind her. “Don’t worry about a thing. It won’t hurt for long.”

Callie opened her eyes, and Nate was on his knees, rolling a condom over his cock. Zane’s hands smoothed down her hair. He whispered soothing words into her ear as Nate arranged her legs and started to penetrate her.

“Oh, Callie, baby, you feel so fucking good.” Nate’s face was contorted with the effort it took him to thrust slowly.

She tensed as his big cock stretched her. It hurt. He was so big and she was small. He took his time, thrusting in slowly and retreating. He gained ground inch by inch. All the while, Zane told her how pretty she was, how he couldn’t wait to be the man fucking her. She struggled to breathe as the pressure seemed to expand. Zane nibbled on her ear as Nate worked his way in carefully. She wanted to yell at him, to tell him to get it over with, but every time she thought she couldn’t take another second of the maddening advance and retreat, Zane would lick or gently bite her sensitive lobe, and she would shiver with the touch.  Gradually, she relaxed, and Nate finally pressed forward. She felt something tear and then he was in. He was inside her body. It was so intimate. She felt so connected. The pain was a small thing in comparison to the pleasure they were giving her.

Nate held himself still. A fine sheen of sweat clung to his skin. It transferred to her where they touched, a sweet adhesive keeping them bound together. His body shook a little as he looked down at her. “Okay, now?”

She responded by wrapping her legs around his lean waist and pushing up to take him deeper. It still hurt a bit, but she wanted more. She wanted the deep connection she felt. His cock filled her, and she loved the way he started to shake when she clamped down on him. She pushed up against him, wanting to experiment with this feeling. It was delicious and decadent to be so filled with another human being. Behind her, Zane’s cock pressed against her spine. Zane’s hips were moving, twitching against her back.

“Fuck,” Nate groaned and started thrusting. He leaned over and ate at her lips. He kissed her, never letting up on the slow slide of his cock. His tongue played with hers, fucking her mouth as he did the same to her pussy. He hissed and pushed himself up. Callie let her hands caress his waist. She wanted to touch every part of him. She let her head loll against Zane’s neck. She was nestled in between them. What would it feel like to have them both?

“I’m not going to last.” Nate’s eyes were pleading. His face bunched up, and the muscles of his shoulders corded.

Zane seemed to know just what to do. His right hand slid in between their bodies and found her clit as Nate pressed in and withdrew. The pad of Zane’s big thumb made circles around her clit. He started wide and got closer and closer as Nate tunneled in and pulled back out. Callie’s head rolled against Zane’s warm chest as the feeling built. Each thrust had Callie moaning.

“Please.” She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know where this was going. She tried not to think because, even in her passion, that question scared the crap out of her. Even while she was fighting for her orgasm, she knew this was more than sex for her.

“Give it to her, Zane. I can’t take it anymore.”

When Zane pushed down on her throbbing clit, she cried out as she came.

It seemed to break something in Nate. His carefully measured strokes lost their rhythm, and his head fell forward. He ground his pelvis against hers, pressing Zane’s hand between them, making her come all over again. She let her head fall back and felt Zane’s mouth on her cheek, kissing her as he rubbed that nubbin of flesh that dominated her life in those moments. Nate pressed deep and then shouted as he came. He thrust one last time, holding himself against her before falling into her arms.