Authors: Brothers in arms 9 -Love's Surrender
he nibbled on the taut tendon along the side. He felt her tremble
under his hands. And then he heard it. Heard the sound of their
lips meeting, the gentle sounds of a sweet kiss. His fingers
tightened on Oliver’s arm and he puled Vanessa closer against
him.
“Have you never been kissed before, pretty Vanessa?” Oliver
murmured.
“I…yes, yes, I’ve been kissed,” she stammered breathlessly.
“Not really kissed,” Oliver said. His hand brushed Nick’s cheek
as Nick nibbled on Vanessa’s ear. Oliver puled his hand back,
and it hovered near Nick’s face for a second before he brought
it back again and finished the caress, just a fleeting touch. Then
he must have used his other hand to caress Vanessa’s cheek.
She sighed and tilted her head as if leaning into his hand.
“What does that mean?” Vanessa asked softly.
Nick pressed his finger against the corner of her mouth. “Open
up,” he whispered. “Let Oliver taste you. And you can see what
love tastes like.”
“Love has a taste?” she whispered skepticaly. He liked the feel
of her mouth moving against his finger and he slid it along her
lower lip, outlining it. His breath caught when her tongue dashed
out to lick her lip and found the pad of his finger. She gasped
lightly and he slid the tip of his finger into her mouth, just a little, and then dragged it over her lip as he took it out, puling her lip
down slightly.
“It has many flavors,” he told her kissing her cheek down to her
jaw. “But I don’t think we’l get to al of them tonight.”
“Why not?” Nick was amused by the haughty tone in her voice,
as if she were affronted that they had the temerity to withhold
something from her.
Oliver laughed. “We don’t have the time or space to do things
properly here,” he told her. “But what we share tonight wil make
you crave another taste, I promise.”
“I think it is you two who crave, not I,” she said cooly. She tried
to slide out from between them, but neither he nor Oliver budged
an inch. There was no way she could move.
“Why are you angry, little dove?” Oliver murmured. “Don’t fly
away.”
“I am not angry.” Her words said one thing, her voice another.
Nick was confused. What had they done? “Don’t play games,”
he told her roughly. “Speak plainly. If you don’t tel us what we
did wrong, we won’t know not to do it again.”
She stiled between them. “Is it that easy?” she asked
incredulously. “Just tel you, and you won’t do it again? You are
very unusual men if that is al it takes to mend your ways.”
“Mend what ways?” Oliver asked patiently.
Vanessa sighed, clearly defeated. “You seek to make me crave
you. Why? What do you want from me?”
Her question was like a blow to Nick. He hadn’t realized what it
must be like for her. Did she have no friends, no lovers, who
wanted her just for herself? Was she so accustomed to being
used and deceived she could no longer see the obvious? “You.
We want you. Like this.”
He turned her face to his with two fingers on her jaw and
pressed his lips to hers. In the dark he missed, his lips only half
covering hers, but she drew in a sharp breath and it gave Nick
the opportunity to slide over her open mouth and lick inside. He
didn’t kiss her like she was an untried virgin, but as if they were
already lovers. Some instinct told him that was the way to have
her. Not with kid gloves, but with assurance and vigor. Vanessa
wanted to be craved, not wooed. She wanted to be possessed,
not have a man ask permission with delicate kisses. If they
not have a man ask permission with delicate kisses. If they
wanted this to work, and right now Nick desperately wanted this
to work, then they couldn’t afford to give her time to have
second thoughts.
Vanessa responded as he’d known she would. She opened her
mouth and let him in, and once she’d learned how to kiss him
back she battled to dominate the kiss. He didn’t let her, and he
could feel how his mastery aroused her. Her breath was quick
on his cheek, her heart pounding beneath the arm he had
wrapped around her as she moved restlessly between them,
seeking more but not sure how to get it.
She tasted like champagne and sweets. Her mouth was smal,
her teeth straight and smooth against his tongue. He wanted to lift
her up and throw her down on the nearest soft bed, mount her
and fuck her until she admitted he owned her. He wrapped his
hand around the back of her head and held her mouth to his,
breathing her air and drinking her desire until she whimpered.
It wasn’t until Oliver put his arm around him, buried his hand in
Nick’s hair and forcibly puled him away from her that Nick
realized how rough he was being. “I’m sorry,” he gasped.
“Damn, you just…you feel so good.”
Oliver kept his hand in Nick’s hair, although his hold was gentle
now.
“How do I taste?” Vanessa asked, as breathless as he was.
“How do I taste?” Vanessa asked, as breathless as he was.
“Taste?” Nick asked stupidly. He was having a hard time
thinking with Vanessa in his arms and Oliver’s hand petting him
like that.
“Do I taste like love?” she asked. “Did I do it right?”
Nick found her hand pressed up against Oliver’s chest and he
dragged it down between his own legs. He pressed her palm
against his erection. “Yes, you did it right. Feel how right.” He
thrust into her hand and held his breath, waiting to see how she’d
react to his crudity.
She cupped her hand around him and her fingers explored the
length and width of him. He groaned and grabbed her skirt,
trying to yank it up.
“Nick,” Oliver said roughly. He grabbed Nick’s wrist, stopping
him. “Don’t.”
“Do,” Vanessa said, her voice unsteady. “I want you to touch
me.”
“Damn me,” Nick murmured. “Yes.”
“May I kiss you again, Vanessa?” Oliver asked. He sounded
hesitant, which was so unusual for Oliver in these situations it
momentarily took Nick’s mind off getting under Vanessa’s skirts.
momentarily took Nick’s mind off getting under Vanessa’s skirts.
“I wish you would,” she responded with an ingrained politeness
that made Nick smile. Then she added, “Just like Nick, please,”
and Nick began puling up her skirt again.
Oliver let go of Nick’s head and Vanessa moved against Nick as
if adjusting to something Oliver was doing. Nick had a moment
of pity for her, trying to accommodate two men who were
desperate to touch and taste her. His pity died quickly, replaced
by pure unadulterated lust when she moaned and it was muffled
by Oliver’s mouth on hers.
“Tel me what you’re doing,” Nick growled. He wrapped his
hand around Vanessa’s bare thigh, above her stocking. He’d
taken his gloves off before they’d reached the little room they
were in. Previous experience with these sorts of clandestine
encounters had taught him wel.
“She has the most delightful breasts,” Oliver said. Nick’s hand
tightened around Vanessa’s thigh at Oliver’s tone. He loved to
hear it like that, so heavy with need it sounded almost painful for
him to talk. It had been so long since Nick had heard him sound
like that. What was it about her? Why were simple kisses and
touches driving both him and Oliver mad with lust tonight? “Soft
and plump.” Vanessa gave a little whimper. “Her nipples feel like
smal raspberries. I have to taste them.” The last was said with a
near desperation that ignited something in Nick. He let go of
near desperation that ignited something in Nick. He let go of
Vanessa’s thigh and reached for her shoulders, tugging the
sleeves of her silk gown down her arms, until he could reach
around and pul it under her breasts. Like al women, she wore a
multitude of undergarments to protect them. But with a tug on a
string or two, Nick and Oliver managed to pul it al down under
her breasts, until those soft mounds were propped up on her
clothing, an offering for both men.
Nick slid around to her side and Oliver made room for him.
Then Nick pressed Vanessa until she rested against his hand on
her lower back. He put his mouth on her, didn’t realy care
where he landed as long as it was bare skin. And it was. She
tasted so fine, like nothing he’d ever tasted before. Her skin was
soft and fragrant and he thought he could spend days just licking
her. His mouth encountered the curve of her breast and he was
as excited as a young boy at his first taste of love. With an
eagerness that had been lacking in recent encounters he sought
her nipple. When he sucked it into his mouth and wrapped his
tongue around it, Vanessa cried out. Then he moved and his
head bumped into Oliver, who was clearly suckling her other
breast. Nick wondered if they were moving too fast, but then
Vanessa slid her hand into his hair and held him on her breast
with a fierceness that drove his desire higher. No, it wasn’t too
much.
She moved restlessly between them, and both men knew what
she wanted. Nick parted his legs and let her hip rub against his
engorged cock while she squirmed. It felt so good he had to take
his mouth from her just so he could breathe. He rested his cheek
on her breast, panting and humping her stil-covered leg and he
felt like a fool, but he was too gone to care. Suddenly Oliver’s
breath was on his cheek.
“Are you close, Nicky?” Oliver whispered. Nick thought he
might have felt Oliver’s lips on his cheek, he was that close to
him. He shuddered with desire at the thought, and could only
nod his head as he gripped Vanessa’s hip and rubbed his cock
against her, hard.
“Oh God,” Vanessa said weakly. “I’m sorry.”
Oliver laughed. “Don’t be sorry. It’s marvelous. You’re
marvelous.” He kissed her then. Nick heard the sound of their
mouths sliding against each other, their tongues tangling just over
his head. It was almost too much. He had a sudden, harsh desire
to see them fucking. He wanted to watch Oliver fuck Vanessa,
slowly, the way he liked, to watch Vanessa writhe beneath the
bigger man. And Nick would slide up next to them and they
would both service him with their mouths while they fucked, and
fucked, and fucked.
He whimpered with the need to come, like a green schoolboy.
Suddenly the door was opened and Nick jerked his head up, but
it was Oliver’s hand on the latch. Dim light penetrated the closet
it was Oliver’s hand on the latch. Dim light penetrated the closet
and Vanessa’s cry of fright was cut off sharply.
“I have to see you both,” Oliver said roughly. He had his hand
over Vanessa’s mouth as she stared at him with wide eyes. “I
want to watch you both come. I swear, Vanessa, no one wil
see. Trust me.” He looked at Nick. “And next time, remember
to bring a light.”
“Have you ever seen a man come, Vanessa?” Oliver asked her.
He slowly took his hand from her mouth and kissed her
apologeticaly. “Have you?” She shook her head while biting her
lip. She looked overwhelmed. Desire warred with fright in her
eyes as she glanced between the door and the two men. “Would
you like to?” Oliver asked in a devilishly seductive tone. “Would
you like to watch Nick come? Would you like to see his bare
cock as he does it?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She’d covered her breasts with her
hands, and the sight of her holding her own breasts was terribly
erotic even though Nick knew she didn’t mean it to be. He
covered one of her hands with his own, tightening her grip until
the smal mound pressed out along the sides of her hand and then
he licked the sweet, exposed flesh.
“Oh God,” Vanessa moaned as she let her head drop back in
surrender. “Yes, I want to see him. I want to see you both.”
“I want to see you first,” Nick said. He’d stil been rubbing his
“I want to see you first,” Nick said. He’d stil been rubbing his
cock against her, she felt so good, but he forced himself to take
a step away. “Lift your skirts for us.”
“W—what?” she stammered.
“Show us,” Oliver said, his voice hard, demanding, yet at the
same time teasing and seductive. Nick didn’t know how he did
it. He made you do things with that voice, things you wouldn’t
ordinarily do. Things that felt so damn good. “Show us how
much you want it.”
Vanessa hesitated, but then she slowly retreated from them.
Nick could tel she wasn’t trying to get away. Some instinct told
him she was going to give them what they wanted, what they al
wanted. She leaned against the wal and after another smal
hesitation, let go of her breasts. There was a thin line of light from the halway cutting across her right breast that caught Nick’s eye.
He couldn’t look away, watching it rise and fal as her breathing
accelerated. He heard the rustle of her skirt and his heart kicked
in his chest as he recognized the sound. His eyes dropped down.
She was clutching the skirt in both hands, slowly puling it up in
front. By the time the hem reached her thighs Nick realized she
was bare under her petticoat. For a long moment she held the