21.2
"To say we were sorry," Adriano explains. "Because we made you uncomfortable and shit at the campfire."
Now I cross my arms as I look at Nathaniel. "You sent him to get flowers to apologize, but you made me grovel?"
"Yeah," Adriano says smugly. "I guess we know who the real gentleman is here."
"What you did wasn't remotely groveling," Nathaniel corrects me, pushing my skirt up over my hips and gripping my bare ass with his hands. In the thirty seconds I'm preoccupied with what Nathaniel is doing, Adriano somehow manages to strip off his clothes.
"Wow. That was fast," I observe.
"I'm sure that's what all the women say about him," Nathaniel deadpans, and I slap his arm playfully.
"You can grovel over here if you'd like." Adriano waggles his eyebrows dramatically as he nods toward his hard cock.
Nathaniel puts his hands on my forearms. "She doesn't have to grovel. She was freaked out before."
"No shit." Adriano walks over to the chair, proudly displaying his nakedness.
"And neither of you were freaked out?" I ask, not sure whether to be impressed or concerned by how blasé they are about this entire thing.
Of course, they have no reason not to be, right? They're not the ones whose father is in the middle of a re-election campaign. They're football players. It'll only add to their reputations to be fucking the President's daughter if it were to become public, but I'll be the punch line of locker room jokes for years. Fear should keep me from doing this.
"Of course I was," Nathaniel insists. "I told you that dickhead grabbed my ass." He punctuates the statement by squeezing mine.
"I'd prefer not to repeat the snuggling experience again," Adriano says. "But everything that happened before that…"
"I'm cool with everything that happened before that," Nathaniel echoes. His hands go to the sides of my dress and I don't stop him as he tugs it over my head. Fear takes a back seat to lust that overpowers everything else in the world.
As soon as the dress is gone, Adriano's hand is in my hair, pulling my head back as arousal and adrenaline course through my veins.
"Shouldn't we…" Shouldn't we talk about how crazy this is, or set some ground rules, or… not fucking do this?
Nathaniel's hands slide up my body and cup my breasts. He slips off my bra and tosses it to the side as Adriano pulls my hair back and leans over, kissing me hard on the lips. His teeth drag across my tongue and catch my lip, and I arch into Nathaniel's touch. Screw talking. Or rules. "Fuck me," I whisper.
"Soon," Adriano promises.
"Shouldn't we… what?" Nathaniel asks, his voice thick.
"Mmm… I forget," I murmur as Nathaniel's fingers slip inside the front of my panties and find my clit. Adriano moves to stand at our side. I turn toward him, opening to take him in as Nathaniel strokes me. I taste Adriano on my tongue, reminding me instantly of the night before. My body remembers him too, and arousal floods through me as I take his cock deeper into my mouth.
"Let me see how wet you are," Nathaniel growls.
With my hand stroking Adriano's length, I pull myself up to my knees, revealing a dark spot where I sat on Nathaniel's lap. Nathaniel reaches between my legs, touching his fingers to my pussy and then pulling them away. A gossamer strand of my wetness clings to his fingers, and he opens his mouth and touches his fingers to his tongue.
“She is so fucking wet," Adriano groans, moving behind me and sliding his fingers between my legs. He finds my entrance quickly, slipping his fingers inside me. A wave of arousal nearly blows me over, and when I lurch forward, Nathaniel's mouth is on my breast immediately.
Nathaniel swirls his tongue around my nipple until I'm so dizzy with anticipation and desire that I can't see straight. I want his clothes off. I want the fabric barrier between me and him to be removed. I want to feel him.
I want to feel both of them.
When I open my mouth, the word "please" comes out. It sounds nothing like me – it's needy and desperate, filled with longing.
But instead of giving me what I want, Adriano slips his fingers out from between my legs. I let out a whimper, silently cursing my lust for these men. "I almost forgot… I did find you flowers," he says. "As our apology."
I'm so breathless that I'm nearly panting, and my thoughts are so muddled, I don't think I hear him right. Flowers? I don’t care about flowers. I want you to fuck me. "Flowers? Now? Um, okay. Yes. Flowers."
"Not now, Adriano," Nathaniel growls, pulling his shirt over his head. I run my hands across his broad chest, watching his pecs jump at my touch. He reaches for the waistband of his jeans. I stand to help him pull them off as Adriano struts over to the shopping bag he brought with him earlier.
"You'll like these flowers," Adriano assures me, reaching inside the bag and pulling out another bag, this one black velvet. From that bag, he pulls out a floral-patterned object.
Nathaniel coughs. "You were going to use that to make things less uncomfortable?"
Adriano grins, obviously pleased with himself. "I couldn't find flowers, but this has flowers on it. And we needed one if we were going to…"
"Is that a… vibrator?" I ask.
Adriano chuckles. "No, sugar." My face reddens and I feel embarrassed and naïve, but Adriano's expression softens. He takes my hand and pulls me against him, tilting my chin up and bringing his lips down on mine. He kisses me softly and tenderly before pulling away. "Do you trust us?"
I raise my eyebrows. "Hell, no."
Nathaniel laughs, his palm on my ass. "She's not stupid."
Adriano glares at Nathaniel. "Okay, do you trust that we wouldn't do anything to hurt you?"
The expression on his face is so earnest. Is he only talking about sex?
"Yes," I answer.
Adriano leans close to me, his breath on my ear as he reaches between my legs, brushing his fingers against my clit, then slipping them inside me again. I relax into his masterful touch, barely flinching when I feel Nathaniel spread my ass cheeks, a finger pressing against my asshole. "You want to fuck both of us, don't you, sugar?" Adriano whispers.
More than anything. Against every rational part of me that continues to scream, "Don't do it! This is a bad idea!"
"Yes," I breathe instead. My palm is on Adriano's chest, my fingertips pressing against his hard muscles as they twitch and flex.
"Both of us at once," Nathaniel says, his voice low.
My heart stops. "Yes."
"Well, that's what the butt plug is for," Adriano whispers. "To get you ready for both of us."
I breathe in sharply through my teeth. I'm not sure if I'm more scared or turned on by the thought of both of them being inside me at the same time. "I've… definitely never done anything like that before," I whisper.
"We're not in a rush," Nathaniel reassures me. "You decide when you want both of us. Right, Adriano?"
Adriano strokes me with his fingers, his eyes locked on mine. "We definitely want to take our time."
