This situation was easy to answer in her mind. She wanted to be with these men for more than just a quick lay. She wanted the forever, and she knew they were offering that. Once it started, this path of being together in a ménage would be it. After losing her parents at the age of sixteen and never having anyone else in the world to own her, she really wanted to be part of a big family. To have lots of children to devote as much of her time to as possible.
“What would happen?” she asked.
She kept her eyes straight ahead, not looking at either man. Being near them messed with her head, and she needed to keep her distance.
“If you accepted being with us?” Paul asked her first with a question of his own.
“Yes,” she said.
“Well, you’d marry me, but we’d have a second ring made for you and David, and within this house you’d be both of ours. No questions asked.”
“What about at night? Who would I share a bed with?” Anna turned around then and took in the two men. They were so alike in characteristics but so different in looks. Paul was the taller of the two and darker, while David, even though he was taller than she, was slightly shorter than Paul and lighter in colouring. The good and the bad. Anna shivered wondering who would be a bad boy in the bedroom department.
“Whoever you wanted to at night. Me or David, both or on your own. It would be up to you,” Paul said. Everything they’d spoken about was for her to make her own decisions. With her heart racing and her body on fire Anna moved toward the two men. She stood before Paul looking at him. She saw his desire and hesitation.
“Kiss me,” she said.
He blinked, his eyes moving from her lips back to her eyes.
“Excuse me?” He was always so polite even when she wanted him to grab hold of her and kiss the living daylights out of her.
“Kiss me. David has kissed me. I want to feel your lips against mine,” she said, honestly. Paul glanced at David, but Anna was having none of it. “No, Paul. I want you to kiss me and mean it.”
Anna knew the challenge she was setting down, and she didn’t care. She’d had enough of the cryptic. She wanted these two men, more than anything she’d ever wanted in her short life. Now was the moment to take what she wanted and to show them she could be their woman. Three years had been lost. She wasn’t prepared to lose another second. Forgiving Paul wouldn’t be a problem.
She loved the idea of being possessed by them, of belonging to two men. After the death of her parents she’d never felt safer and more protected than when she’d been with David and Paul. To have two men and to know there would never be another day where she’d be alone was amazing. While at college she’d lived alone. When the weather changed and thunder and lightening struck, she couldn’t go to any bed but her own. Anna didn’t want to be alone anymore. Her heart lay with these two men. Whether they were brothers or not she knew in her heart this is where she wanted to stay. With that thought in mind, it drove her to take his hands in hers to cup her cheeks. To move within the comfort of Paul’s arms.
“Are you sure about this?” Paul asked her one final time as his thumb ran across her full bottom lip. Flicking her tongue out, she licked the tip of his thumb. Her eyes dilated as the taste of him erupted on her tongue.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. Kiss me, Paul. Touch me,” she begged.
He tilted her head back and swooped down taking her lips under his. The touch was not calm or gentle. It was a full onslaught of passion invading her mouth and her senses. Anna opened up to his kisses and his tongue as it thrust inside her mouth. Moaning as he took charge, holding her as his lust took over, she was nothing but a slave to his passion.
Their moans mingled in the air as Anna froze when a pair of hands moved her hair out of the way and lips grazed the column of her neck. Opening her eyes she stared at Paul, asking him the questions her lips couldn’t form.
“This is what we want Anna, both of us, together,” he said as his palm moved from her face down her clothing until his large hand was stroking her breast. Anna cried out. David bit down on her shoulder. The sensation echoed through her body like lightening going from her neck to her nipple, shooting through to her cl*t between her legs.
She moaned but didn’t pull away. Her hand curved behind her holding David in place touching her while her fingers curled in Paul’s shirt. She pulled him against her taking the kiss she craved.
Anna cried out when the strap of her dress was moved down past her shoulder along her arm until her left breast was exposed to their viewing pleasure and the warm air.
“You look so beautiful,” Paul whispered moments before his lips went on the move. He went from her cheek down past her neck where he hovered above her budding breast.
“Now or never, Anna. Your choice.” Paul gave her the option to retreat. How could she deny these men, her men, everything she’d only ever wanted herself? She loved these two who’d taken her in when her parents had died. They might care for her and never feel love for her, but she could love the two men and that would be enough.
“Now, please, suck my nipple,” she said. David moved the other strap off her shoulder.
Paul placed his hands on her waist. His tongue circled the tight red bud, sucking the tip into his mouth. Without her two men holding her she would have sunk to the floor as her knees turned to jelly, and her nipple was the epicentre of all her pleasure. She was a burning mass of heat, a roller coaster ride of pure unadulterated bliss.
“Oh my God.” She gasped as David teased her other nipple with his fingers. Everywhere on her body, their hands seemed to be wreaking havoc with her mind and body.
“You taste like vanilla,” Paul told her when he came up, and the next moment hands were on her thighs pulling up her short dress. Anna held her breath. She waited to see what would happen next as a hand moved to her simple cotton panties covering her mound. With four hands on her she didn’t know who was where. She gasped when a male finger traced the outline of her slit. She knew how wet she was. She could feel her juice wetting the fabric of her panties. Never before in her life had she been so turned on. They hadn’t properly touched her, and she was close to cl**axing.
“You’re already lovely and wet, sweet Anna,” Paul said, nibbling her neck where her pulse was threatening to escape her throat. “Do you want us, Anna?”
She loved how he referred to both men. She wanted both men, and every time he talked about them together it made these feelings she had, easier to handle.