For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love (13 page)

My fists clench by my sides, and a delicious shudder runs through me as he finds my lips again. Slowly, gently, he sucks my tongue into his mouth until an ache burns through my body and my knees tremble.

But Dan is there to catch me, his body hot and hard against my back, his hands tight on my hips.

“You okay there, green eyes?” I can almost hear Aidan’s grin, and I manage a smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to touch and where, slowly ramping up the intensity, tearing away my inhibitions. And yet, my body doesn’t respond to him the way it does to Dan. His touch warms me, but Dan sets me on fire.

“I think so.”

“You can touch me, too.” Aidan uncurls my clenched hands, as if he knows what I’m thinking. He chuckles. “Or would you rather punch me?”

“Touch,” I whisper, raising my hands to his shoulders.

He is shorter than Dan, not as broad. His muscles bunch beneath my palms, smooth and hard and fitting with his lighter frame. He smells of body wash and cologne, fresh and clean. Such a contrast to a dirty girl like me.

His mouth travels along my jaw and down my neck. “So sexy,” he whispers. “It was hard to keep my hands off you when we were waiting for Dan.”

“My sexy.” Dan kisses my nape. His hands settle on my hips, and he pulls me against him. He is wearing only his boxers now, but there is no mistaking the steel of his shaft pressing into the cleft of my buttocks.

Aidan moves in closer, pushing his hips against me. His erection, hard beneath his jeans, presses into my belly, and he smooths his hands up and down my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “All warmed up now? Are you wet for us, Kylie? If I slid my finger into your pretty pussy, I think you’d be slick and hot and ready for me.”

My cheeks heat and Aidan laughs. “I love it when she blushes.”

“You should have seen her blush when we were first married and I spanked her ass,” Dan says. “My girl enjoyed being punished.”

“I would have liked to see that.”

“Undress our guest, sweetheart,” Dan says. “I’m guessing he’s getting hot with you in his arms.” His warmth disappears from my back and I hear the scrape of a chair. Blindly I reach for Aidan. His chest is smooth, and not furred like Dan’s, cool to touch. I lean in and press my lips to his pec.

“Ah, sweetness.” Aidan brushes his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back. “You have lovely, soft lips. I need another taste.” He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and my hands tighten on his shoulders as I try to keep my balance.

“I’ve changed my mind about that,” Dan says from behind us. “Her mouth is mine.”

Aidan tenses ever so slightly and then he pulls away. “Of course.”

“On your knees, sweetheart.” Dan’s voice is louder now, but I can’t tell if it’s because he’s closer or if he raised his voice. “Take off his clothes.”

I drop to my knees, settling on the soft carpet. With a sharp tug, I undo Aidan’s belt. Hands trembling, I undo his fly and push his clothes over his narrow hips and down his legs. He feels leaner than Dan, his legs more muscular and less hairy. After I help him step out of his jeans, I sit back on my heels, unsure what I should do next.

“Touch me.” Aidan draws my hand up to his erection, thick and hard. I wrap my hand around him and give a gentle squeeze. He is hot and heavy in my hand, his shaft thinner than Dan’s and yet no less substantial.

Aidan groans. Encouraged, I fist his cock and pump.

“Fuck. You’re too damn sexy.” Aidan unclasps my hand and pulls me to my feet. “We’d better stop or this will be over before it begins.”

Dan laughs. “That was me the first time I was with her. I didn’t think I would last. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever been with. Still is.”

I like the way they talk about me, as if I’m here but not here, like I’m privy to their secrets.

“Your turn to undress her,” Dan says. “It’s not fair that she’s the only one wearing clothes.”

Whether it’s his tone or the way Aidan’s muscles tighten, I sense something has changed, the dynamic of the room shifting. Where only half an hour ago, Aidan was clearly in control, Dan is now pushing back in a way that has put Aidan on edge.

“Hold on to my hair, green eyes.” Aidan guides my hands to his head, and I stroke my fingers through his thick, soft hair.

“Why?”

“Because for many people, this is the hard part.” He gently eases my yoga pants and panties over my hips and down my thighs. A tremor runs through my body as I imagine what he sees, what I never look at in the mirror, what I always try to hide. My fingers tighten in his hair, but if I am hurting him, he doesn’t let on. Instead, he guides my feet, helping me step out of my clothing until I am totally naked, more exposed than I’ve ever felt in my life.

“You’re beautiful,” Aidan whispers.

And then Dan is back, his arms around me, his familiar body supporting mine.

“Suck her nipples,” Dan says. “She’s very sensitive. It makes her wet.”

“Pleasure.” Aidan’s warm lips close around my nipple, and a delicious shiver runs up my spine. So hot. So wet. He nips, and pain sizzles straight to my clit. I moan, the sound shocking me. I barely know this man.

“She would look lovely in clamps,” Aidan murmurs, his lips vibrating on my breast.

“Yeah, she would. I still owe her a birthday present.”

“I thought this was my birthday present.” I sink into Dan’s warmth as Aidan licks and sucks until my nipples are aching peaks. Then he slides his hand down my belly and cups my sex, his fingers gliding through my labia.

“She’s soaked,” Aidan says. “And so close. I could get her off with one stroke.”

“Lay her down on the bed and spread her legs,” Dan says. “I want to see her pussy.”

A thrill of excitement ripples through my body. Is this Dan? My Dan? Talking dirty the way he used to do? Putting me on display? Need coils deep inside me, making my body heat and my sex throb.

Aidan eases me back and lays me down on the soft duvet. My hands clench, bunching the cool cotton, as he pushes my legs apart.

“Open for us, green eyes,” he croons. “Show us that pretty pussy.”

“Dan.” My breath comes out in short pants as I part my legs and try to rein in the growing tide of arousal tinged with fear.

His feet thud softly on the carpet. “I’m here, sweetheart. I like seeing you like this. Open. All spread out for our pleasure.”

Aidan’s warm hand slides down over my mound, his fingers slicking through my labia. Teasing. Testing. My legs shake and my body trembles.

“She likes her birthday present,” Aidan murmurs. He strokes through my folds and back up to circle my clit. Over and over, with the same slow pace, never touching where I need him to go.

Oh God. All my blood rushes downward, and I rock my hips, no longer caring how I look or what he might think in my single-minded pursuit of just the smallest bit of friction to push me over the edge.

“Poor baby. You’re hurting aren’t you?” Aidan pushes two fingers inside me, and I arch off the bed, a thin whine escaping my lips.

“You might want to hold her,” he says to Dan, pulling out. “She’s right on the edge, and I still haven’t had a taste.”

The bed bows as Dan climbs on behind me. He pulls me back against him, settling me between his legs. His cock, hard and throbbing, presses against my back.

“You doing okay?” His voice rumbles through me, warm and comforting.

I moan, tilt my head back as if I could see him. “I need to come.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he says softly. “But we want to take you just a bit higher.” His voice firms. “Now, open for him.” Dan nudges my legs apart. “Show him how wet you are. Show him how much you want it.” His hand circles my neck loosely, and he pulls my head back, my cheek to his chest, my every breath at his mercy.

My words catch in my throat, and I strain against his firm grip. Although, in the back of my mind, I know I can end this with just one word, my vulnerability sparks a firestorm through my blood, turning my insides into molten lava.

Dan hooks my legs over his, holding me open. “Tease her,” he commands.

Aidan gives a soft laugh. “My specialty.”

With firm, gentle pressure, Aidan works his thumb through my folds and nudges my clit. My hips shoot up, and Dan presses his free hand against my chest, holding me down.

“Bring her close,” Dan says as he toys with my nipple, his other hand still loose around my neck. “But don’t let her come.” His voice is firm with authority, and there is no longer any doubt in my mind who is now in charge.

The bed dips beneath me and Aidan’s shoulders press against my thighs. He blows softly on my mound and then licks along one side of my clit. I gasp, and he folds his hands over my stomach, holding me still as he alternates breaths with licks, spreading my moisture around the engorged nub, until I am ready to scream.

“Shhhh.” Dan tightens his arms around me. I wiggle and squirm on the bed, straining against his powerful grip. But Dan is strong, unyielding. And with each failed attempt to get free, I feel a thrill of excitement that only heightens my arousal. This is what we had before, what drew us together, what I have so desperately desired but could never put into words. What I have missed the most.

“Almost there,” Aidan whispers, and then he licks right over my clit.

“Ahhh.” My head thumps against Dan’s chest, and he grabs my hands and pins them to my sides.

“Easy, sweetheart.”

But it’s not easy. Not when every touch of Aidan’s tongue makes my body tighten, my legs shake, and my clit throb. “No more.”

Aidan pushes his finger into me, and I wail, my pussy clenching around him. “More.”

“Thought so.” Aidan chuckles, and then he sets his mouth on me again, licking and sucking as his fingers pulse in and out of my vagina, his five-o’clock shadow scraping over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Dan rolls and pinches my nipples, murmuring soft words of encouragement that I would find sweet if my entire body weren’t focused on the burning need for release.

Finally, Aidan draws my clit gently between his teeth and thrusts his fingers deep.

My climax comes hard and fast, crashing through me in an exquisite rush of wet heat. I let out a long, wailing cry. Dan holds me, and my world splinters as pleasure ripples out from my center to my fingers and toes.

“Beautiful,” Aidan whispers as he removes his fingers. “So responsive.”

“We’d better slow things down.” Still cradling my body, Dan helps me to sit and pulls off the blindfold.

Aidan gives me a cheeky smile, his blue eyes warm as I blink, adjusting to the light. “Hello, green eyes.”

“You’re even prettier in person,” I tease, no longer feeling shy or inhibited about my body or what we’re doing tonight.

“I’ll bet you say that to all your ménage partners.” Kneeling between my legs, Aidan tears open a condom packet and sheaths himself. Dan goes rigid behind me and hisses out a breath.

“No sex.”

Aidan’s eyebrows lift and he glances down at me. “Kylie?”

Until now, I’ve just been going with the flow. I haven’t thought about the difference between touching and kissing, oral sex and penetrative sex, but clearly there is a big difference for Dan. Should there be a difference for me?

In just two days, my world has changed, and even more in the last few hours. We have emerged from the cocoon that we wrapped around ourselves when our children were born, afraid of going back to who we were in case we lost touch with who we thought we were supposed to be.

And yet we have stayed together because the core of who we are, what first bought us together, is still there. The fire. The excitement. The thrill of taking a risk, of giving up control. We are walking the edge like we used to do. We have found our little bit of wild. Together.

“No sex,” I say. “But I’m up for anything else.”

Dan’s arms tighten around me, and in that moment, we are no longer lost. We are found.

Seemingly unfazed by our limit, Aidan shrugs and glances up at Dan. “You want to do this the old-fashioned way?”

“Turn over, sweetheart.” Dan releases me and positions me on all fours in front of Aidan. “Take him in your mouth.” He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back as Aidan guides his cock toward my mouth.

Up close, Aidan’s cock seems impossibly large, and I hesitate, just flicking my tongue over his crown, tasting latex and the heat of his desire.

“Open.” Dan slaps my ass so hard I lose my breath. Pain sheets across my skin, then turns into a burn of pleasure that centers in my clit.

“I want to do that until your ass is red and swollen with my handprints,” Dan murmurs. “I want you to go to work and think of me every time you sit down. Now suck him, or I’ll do just that.”

Taking a deep breath, I wrap my lips around Aidan’s cock, drawing him into my mouth. His hand glides through my hair, his fingers tightening on my head.

“Very nice, green eyes. You can go harder. I won’t break.”

Balancing carefully, I wrap one hand around his shaft and work it in counterpoint to my mouth. Aidan groans as I lick and suck, increasing my pace until he takes over, holding my head still as he pumps into my mouth.

Dan presses his chest against my back. His body is hot and heavy, and his cock glides easily between my thighs. “You’re going to take us both at once, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear. “We’ll all come together. Open for me.” He kicks my legs apart, and his hand slides over my hip and down my stomach. His fingers circle my oversensitive clit, and I moan against Aidan’s cock, my muscles tightening as my arousal spirals out of control.

Sensation builds on sensation. Dan’s light touches on my clit, his cock pressed against my swollen entrance, Aidan’s shaft thrusting into my mouth, the slow tightening of his hand in my hair, the scents of sex and sweat, the rasp of our heavy breathing, the sight of Aidan’s body moving back and forth as he pumps his cock into me.

“I can’t.” I pull away, gasp for breath.

“Trust me,” Dan says. “I’ve got you.” His lips brush my cheek, and then his voice drops. “Take him. And take me.”

Aidan grips my hair and pushes into my mouth as Dan pinches my clit and thrusts his thick cock inside me.