Page 35 of Theirs to Treasure
Since I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m nervous, and I fumble with his buttons.
He waits with patience that seems out of character for him.
Moment by moment, I bare his chest as I go.
He has a smattering of chest hair, just enough to be beyond sexy.
When his shirt is off entirely, I feast my gaze on him.
Each of his muscles are honed, and his abs are chiseled. Obviously he lifts weights, heavy ones.
His legs are beyond powerful. This is a man capable of breaking an enemy in half.
Maybe as impatient as I suddenly am, he toes off his shoes and kicks them to one side. I unbuckle his belt, then unfasten the button at his waist before drawing his zipper downward, one tooth at a time. As I do so, his hardness presses against my knuckles, and I draw a steadying breath.
“Such a good girl.”
Hardly able to believe I’m doing this, I drop to my knees to lower his trousers.
Forrest’s cock is forcing the front of his boxer briefs out. Even though it’s confined by fabric, I can already see how enormous he is.How am I going to take that?
“You will.”
Once more he has read my mind.
“We’ll make sure you’re ready. Open and wet for us.”
When I glance at Zev, he is gloriously naked.
As I guessed, he is lean with chiseled calves and the elongated muscles of a distance runner.
Forrest helps me up, then sweeps me from the floor and carries me back to the bedroom and places me near the middle of the mattress.
Zev joins us, dropping a handful of condoms onto our nightstand.
I’m glad he thought of protection because I’ve been so swept up in the moment—and them—that I hadn’t given the potential consequences any consideration.
Then another thought quickly follows the first.
How many times are they planning to make love to me?
Forrest removes his underwear, and both men are now gloriously naked, their cocks ready for me. Zev’s may be a little longer, but Forrest’s has a greater girth.
I’m no longer convinced by Forrest’s earlier assertion that I’ll take all of him.
“I think our girl is concerned about the fit,” Zev informs his brother.
“Maybe we should just get this over with.”
Zev flashes a disarming smile. “Oh hell no.” He crosses the floor and presses on my shoulder until I am lying flat on my back, trying to remember how to breathe.
“Now part your legs,” Forrest tells me.
Perhaps they are going to show me some mercy after all and just get it over with as I asked.
“Good girl. Now put your feet flat on the mattress.”
When I’ve done that, Zev adds to the instructions. “Let your knees fall open.”