N. Walters - Fabric of Fate

He rolled onto his back and stacked his hands behind his head, feigning a nonchalance he did not feel. “I am all yours. Touch me however you want.”

Abrah followed suit, lying back so they were both flat on the mattress. Audrey rolled to her knees. The firelight glistened against her pale flesh, casting her in a play of shadows and light. Her hair was almost dry and fell to just past her shoulders in a profusion of brown curls. He wanted to bury his face in the stuff and simply inhale her sweet scent.

Her body was slender but her hips still curved outward. Her torso was too thin, her ribs almost visible. Heroc did not like to think of Audrey being ill. She sat back on her heels and rested her hands on her thighs and simply stared at them, first him and then Abrah. His cock flexed and he knew his brother must be having as difficult a time as he was maintaining control.

Her breasts swayed as she bent forward and gripped his cock in her hand. The light shone on her enough to illuminate dark smudges on her torso, arms and legs. Bruises.

What was he doing? She’d been hurt. She needed to be taken care of.

Heroc wrapped his hand around her wrist. It was so slender his fingers were loose around her fragile bones. “You should be resting.” It killed him to say it but it was a matter of honor. She had to know he would put her first, above all his needs.

Her fingers tightened and then released him. “You don’t want me.”

He could hear the thread of hurt in her voice and knew his good intentions were undone. “I want you more than you will ever know. More than I want my next breath. But I do not want to hurt you or have you hurt yourself. You are still weak and chilled from the storm.”

Audrey momentarily lost her ability to speak. Heroc was flat on his back with the largest hard-on she’d ever seen in her life and he was worried about her. She knew for certain she was dreaming because no flesh-and-blood man she’d ever met would have turned away from an offer of sex.

“I feel fine and I’m not the least bit cold.” Well, half of that statement was truth. She certainly wasn’t feeling the chill any longer. She was hot, perspiration dotting her skin. She ached in places and knew she’d feel her bruises in the morning, but they weren’t bothering her enough to make her stop. Even her headache was manageable. She didn’t want this dream to end, not without touching them and having them touch her in return.

She glanced at Abrah. She was already learning he was the quieter of the two, the more stoic and intense. He was watching her, his hands opening and closing into fists at his sides. He looked ready to pounce on her any second, but deep inside she knew he would accede to her wishes.

Her breasts ached to be touched. Her pussy swelled and dampened. It had been so long since she’d felt the heavy thrust of a cock between her thighs.

She placed her hand on Abrah’s leg and ran her fingers over his thick, muscular thigh. Her nails lightly scored his skin and his muscles tensed. He growled low and deep in his chest. Quick as a snake, he struck, his hand grabbed hers and he dragged it to his cock. “Touch me.” It was a command, not a request. Audrey licked her dry lips and slowly closed her fingers around him. He threw back his head, the tendons in his neck cording. “Yes,” he groaned. “Harder.”

She stroked her hand up and down his hard length. He was slightly longer than his brother, but Heroc’s erection was slightly thicker. Both were impressive.

Heroc shifted on the mattress and she glanced his way. He was watching her touch his brother. He had his hand fisted around his shaft, pumping up and down, keeping pace with her strokes.

“I don’t know what to do.” And she didn’t. She’d never been in this kind of situation before. “I don’t want to neglect either one of you.”

Abrah’s cock continued to jump and pulse in her hand but he went still beside her. “You can take us both in your hands or you can let us take you one at a time or you can use your very sexy mouth to pleasure us.” Her entire body quivered at his very blatant suggestions. It was all too easy to picture her doing all three.

“Or you can let us pleasure you,” Heroc added.

It had been a very long time since she’d done anything like this, but Audrey didn’t give herself time to think, she lowered her head and licked Heroc’s cock from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the tip. He groaned and thrust his pelvis upward. Her hand was still closed around Abrah’s shaft and it jerked and swelled against her palm.

This wasn’t going to work. She sat back and released both of them.

Abrah surged to his knees, yanked her to him and kissed her. Her breasts were plastered against his chest, his rigid, hot erection pressed against her belly. She whimpered but the sound was lost as he continued to eat at her mouth with his lips, to plunge his tongue inward, tasting her, consuming her.

Heroc moved in behind her, kneeling between her legs. He widened his stance, pushing her legs apart. His chest covered her back and his cock pulsed against her lower back. He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed before dipping lower and finding her pussy with his clever fingers.

“You are hot and wet for us.” He brushed her hair aside and nibbled at her nape. Shivers raced down her spine. “Feel her, Abrah. Her pussy is juicy and ripe.”

Audrey was shocked she didn’t expire on the spot. She’d never heard such earthy words spoken aloud in her life. She’d read them in books but this was something totally different.

Abrah continued to kiss her, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth, mimicking the act of sexual intercourse. But his fingers slid down her torso and between her thighs.

Two sets of male fingers explored and stroked her swollen pussy, grazing her sensitive clit. Audrey cried out as a wide finger plunged into her core. She had no idea which of them it was and it didn’t matter. She whimpered and squirmed, wanting more.

“I think she likes that.” Heroc nipped her shoulder and kissed a path to her ear, capturing the tender lobe between his teeth. “Do you want more?”

She nodded and tore her mouth from Abrah’s. She was gasping for air, her lungs working hard as she struggled to breathe. “Yes. Don’t stop.” They couldn’t stop. Not when she was so close to coming.

Heroc slipped his hands around her and cupped her breasts. It was only then she knew it was Abrah’s finger inside her. He added a second and widened them, stretching her tender sheath. His thumb teased her aching clit with each stroke.

She’d never experienced anything like this before. Her body ached for these men, needed them in a way she didn’t understand. Hard cocks pulsed against her back and belly. She wanted them to come. But was she ready to take both of them? It might only be a dream but this was still way outside her comfort zone.

Then it no longer mattered. Everything inside her clenched and released. Her body shook and spasmed as her climax hit her. She cried out and let go, trusting them to catch her as she fell. Inner muscles tightened around thick male fingers. Heroc rolled her nipples between this thumbs and forefingers, sending a lightning bolt of desire from her breasts to her core and back again.

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, yet it wasn’t nearly long enough and was over way too soon. Audrey collapsed and strong arms caught her. Abrah withdrew his fingers from her and Heroc gently caressed her breasts. Once again, she felt as though she were floating on a cloud. Nothing else existed but pleasure and this moment. There was no job, no responsibilities and no ill health.

Something nudged her belly, a very tangible reminder that she was the only one who’d found sexual satisfaction. She reached for Abrah’s straining cock, but he caught her hand. “This night was about you and your pleasure. If you still feel the same way in the morning I will more than welcome your attention.”