Sophie Oak - Two to Love

Callie let herself float for a moment. It felt so good to be between them, but Zane had a problem. “Zane?”

He laughed against her ear. “Already taken care of, babe. You were so hot I came like a fucking fifteen-year-old.” He pressed against her back. She could feel he was already getting hard again. “But I’ll be inside you soon enough.”

Nate looked up, his eyes heavy. “One night isn’t enough. Stay with us for the weekend.”

A weekend? Not a good idea. She was crazy about them now. What would she feel like if she really got to know them? Could her heart handle it?

Callie decided she would rather have a broken heart than never to have risked it. She let her hands tangle in Nate’s hair as she whispered her answer. One night was definitely not enough.

Callie Sheppard looked slightly out of place in the big, elegant suite, Zane decided. She would be much more at home in the woods. That was where nymphs lived. The pretty ones, not the maniac kind. He’d known a couple of those, and some had been pretty. Callie was a fairy nymph. Right? He let his mind drift back to some old college classes and decided that she was definitely a nymph. A super hot, curvy, sweet-as-sin nymph.

“So, where are you from?” Callie asked.

Why had Nate left them alone? He swallowed. He wasn’t used to talking to women about anything serious. He searched his thoughts to come up with the last actual date he’d been on. Was it a date if you paid for the beers and then screwed the chick in the back room of the bar? There hadn’t been a lot of talking with that one.

“Fort Worth.” It was simple enough. He could answer her questions. He’d just be really brief. “But I was born in Austin. My dad moved us to Fort Worth when I was eight, and then he was gone by the time I was ten. I think my mom always missed Austin, though.”

Where the hell had that come from? She didn’t care that his mom had been left alone. She had been a crappy mom, but at least he understood that much about her. But Callie was just making small talk.

“I bet you missed it, too. It must have been hard leaving home like that.” She leaned forward on the couch, the edges of her terry cloth robe gaping open. Her bags had arrived earlier, and she’d slipped into the comfy thing after her shower. He’d wanted to hop into the shower with her but held back. She was probably sore. He could be overwhelming. God, he didn’t want to hurt her.

“It was. I didn’t fit in real well up here.” That was an understatement. After his dad left, he hadn’t even fit in at home. He told Callie that, too. He didn’t seem capable of stopping. He talked about how one of his mom’s boyfriends had been an administrator at a private school. The school had everything except a good offensive lineman.

“Is that where you met Nate?”

He nodded. Nate had been a fairly decent quarterback. He’d gotten a hell of a lot better once Zane had started knocking down the people who came after him. They’d been close ever since.

Callie scratched at the robe and readjusted it. She seemed uncomfortable. Had Stefan been telling them the truth about Callie?

“You can take that off if you want.” He wouldn’t mind her sitting around naked.

Her face bunched up sweetly. “Are you sure?”

He was damn sure. He pulled his T-shirt over his head. “If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can take off my clothes, too.”

She shrugged out of the robe. “It’s okay. I know I’m weird, but I like being like this. It feels natural. It’s not like I don’t wear clothes in public or anything. I’m actually quite prim.”

He bet she would look like a cute librarian, if the khaki skirt and button-up blouse he’d seen her unpack earlier were any indication. It did nothing to lessen her appeal. Callie sat back, completely naked, and Zane realized Stefan had been right about his “almost” sister. There was a lovely air of innocence around her. It brought out his protective instincts. Zane knew that he’d beat the crap out of anyone who tried to break her of it.

“That was a fierce look. What were you thinking?” Her eyes were wide and curious.

He took a deep breath. He didn’t want to scare her off. That was the last thing he wanted to do. She didn’t need to meet his inner caveman yet. “Nothing, babe. I was just thinking I’ve told you an awful lot about me. Why don’t you tell me something? Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.” He wanted to know her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she was important. Even if he wasn’t sure he wanted her to be.

She gnawed on her bottom lip. “I don’t think I have any secrets. Not anything big. I’m boring.”

She was anything but boring, and suddenly he wanted her to know something about him. Something he hadn’t even told Nate. “I’m starting a job in a couple of days, and I don’t really want it.”

“Why are you doing it, then?”

That was the million-dollar question. Why was he going into a job that scared the crap out of him? “I won’t let Nate go alone.” He looked down, unable to stare into her eyes.

She nudged his head up. “That is the sweetest thing I ever heard.”

He felt himself flush and quickly changed the subject. “Now, there has to be something you can tell me.” He let his hand sink into her hair.

“Well,” she started as a sly smile crossed her face. “There are a lot of things that I haven’t done that most twenty-five-year-olds take for granted.”

His cock responded immediately to that sexy stare. He got the distinct feeling she wasn’t talking about taking tequila shots. “What haven’t you done, baby?”

She took a deep breath, her shoulders tensed, and she looked down. “I’ve never given a guy a blow job.”

Now it was his turn to force himself to breathe. It was hard to speak when all of the blood in his body had just rushed to his cock. “You should definitely do that. Yeah.” Boy, that sounded smart. Dumb ass. Why didn’t he pull his cock out and shove it at her face? Damn, but he kind of wanted to do that.

Callie was licking those gorgeous lips and repositioning herself between his legs. Her dark hair curled around her soft shoulders. Her nipples were pointed. She had lovely breasts, soft and round and real. When her hands touched his stomach, it took everything he had not to come then and there. He took himself carefully under control. Control. That was the key. It was the key to his pleasure and definitely the key to hers.

“Not until I tell you to, sweetheart.” He was aware his voice was deeper than before, his manner more formal. “This is my time with you, and I like to do things a certain way. I promise I won’t hurt you, Callie. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. I just want you to trust me and give it a chance. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

He took a firm hold of his desire. “Good, then very carefully get my cock out of my pants.”

Her hands were trembling as she worked the fly of his jeans. He felt his cock jump and twitch, impatient to get out of its cage and into that soft, untutored mouth. No other cock had delved in between those plump lips or had that pert tongue on it. She’d never tasted another man. His balls drew up almost painfully. He sighed as she managed to pull his dick free from his boxers.

“What should I do now?”

So many things went through his brain. He picked the simplest command. “Suck the head, babe. Run your tongue all over it.”

Her tongue came out tentatively. He hissed and fought the urge to force her head down and fuck her mouth. This time was for her. He wanted to let her explore.

“Lick it, babe. That’s right.” Her tongue was a little butterfly running across his cock. She was killing him. Her tongue darted around the engorged head. She instinctively ran around the sensitive ridge. She licked her way up and down with a breathtaking precision as though she was determined not to miss a thing.

“That is very good, Callie.” Praise. He should praise her. “It feels perfect, babe. Now cup my balls and play with them while you suck the head into your mouth.”

She was so obedient, never questioning him. It gave him an enormous sense of control, making him calm and content. He relaxed and let his hands find her hair. She was so fucking gorgeous.

“Holy shit.”

Zane looked up to see Nate staring. He was holding a six-pack of beer and a large pizza. He let the beer drop and tossed the box aside. When Callie started to look up, Zane tightened his hold on her hair. “No, babe. You focus on me. If you don’t like him watching, tell me now.”

Her eyes were on him. “I don’t mind, Zane.”

Her tongue came out and swept up the pre-cum seeping out of his slit. Zane groaned. Callie set back to her task, tasting him, sucking him, driving him completely crazy.

Zane’s eyes met Nate’s. It wasn’t the first time they had shared a woman, but Zane could see the difference. He definitely felt the difference. Callie was special. Nate’s mouth hung open, but there was more than simple lust in his gaze. Zane’s instinct was to tell Nate to get the fuck out. There was a part of him that wanted Callie all to himself. It was surprisingly easy to push the instinct down. Callie enjoyed this. She enjoyed being watched, being shared. She wanted this. And he wanted to please her.

“Pretty, isn’t she?”  Zane felt her smile against his hardness. Her tongue explored the base of his cock. If she ever got around to deep throating him, he’d come in a heartbeat.

“She’s gorgeous.” Nate stood to the side. He seemed more tentative than Zane could ever remember. Nate was confident. Nate was the one who plowed through problems. Now he stood watching, looking almost afraid to be on the outside. Zane didn’t like it.

“You want to watch or join in?”

A smile lit his friend’s face. His easy confidence was back just like that. “I’ll watch. It’s a very stimulating scene, but I have to admit, if I were directing the action, I’d love to see how much of that monster of yours she can take.”

That sounded like a fine idea.

“Come up here, babe.” He pulled her up and into his lap. Her mouth was red and swollen. He couldn’t resist cupping the back of her head and bringing her in for a long, slow kiss. He let his mouth slant over hers again and again, enjoying how she let him take control. She gave as good as she got, but she was so soft in his arms. His cock was throbbing, and he hoped he didn’t go off the minute he got inside her. He reluctantly let go of her neck and fished a condom out of his pocket. With less finesse than usual, he managed to get it on. Foreplay. She probably needed more foreplay.

But she was already straddling his hips. He thought about correcting her, but he wanted it too badly. She was testing the limits of his control, and damn if he didn’t mind. The fact that Nate was watching did nothing but make him harder.

“You take what you can,” he whispered against her chest as she started to lower herself onto his waiting cock. He licked at a nipple, happy to have something to focus on other than the tight vise he was being forced into. Fuck, she felt good.

And she was so wet. He let his hand drift to toy with her clit. The little nub was soaked with her cream. Callie shook slightly as she worked her way down.

“Okay, babe?” He didn’t want to hurt her. She was so small, so tight. His hands clutched her hips.

“I’m so full.” Her voice was dreamy and her chocolate eyes slightly glazed. She managed to take him all the way to his balls.

She held herself there. If she didn’t move soon, he was going to take over. He was going to flip her on to her back and pound into her. He would fuck her so long and so deep she wouldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t inside her. Of course, if he kept her like this, he could spread her cheeks and offer her ass to Nate. They could fuck her together.

“Oh, god.” Callie pushed against his shoulders and lowered down again. She fucked up and down so sweetly he knew he was going to give her this. He let his hands drift to the curve of her ass, helping to direct her. His balls brushed that ass and they drew up, ready to go off any minute.

She leaned forward, grinding down on him. He could feel her clit coming into contact with his pelvis with every little twist of her body. Her mouth opened, and she moaned as she came, thrashing her hips around, seeking every sensation to be had.

Then there was only one sensation Zane gave a damn about. Her pussy clamped down on him, and he shot off. He forced her down on him, holding her tight to his body as he emptied what felt like an endless supply of cum.