Sharing Her Heart

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

T he studio turned out to be a beautiful manor an hour's ride from the city’s center. Felicity's eyes widened when the electric gates slid open to let the car through, revealing a long winding driveway flanked by towering trees. The sheer scale of the property left her speechless. As they drove deeper into the estate, the landscape unfolded into perfectly manicured gardens, with sprawling lawns and vibrant flower beds surrounding a stately manor house that looked like it belonged in a period drama. The stone facade was majestic, with ivy climbing up its walls and large windows that gleamed in the late morning sun.

Felicity leaned forward in her seat, her heart racing with excitement and curiosity. She knew the podcast was a huge deal and assumed Nathan and John made a lot of money doing it, but this was different. This level of wealth and luxury seemed unreal. The car finally pulled up in front of the manor, and as she stepped out, she took in the full scope of the place. The building was massive, with multiple wings stretching out on either side, and the entire property was surrounded by acres of private land. The air was quiet and still, giving the space an almost otherworldly feel.

“This is the studio?” she asked, too stunned to think of what she was saying.

“It is,” John replied with a chuckle. “It is also where we live.”

She turned to him. “You both live here?”

“That’s right. Nathan and I spend so much time together that we finally just decided we might as well get a place of our own and live together. Of course, the house is big enough that Nathan can disappear for days when he wants to.”

Felicity glanced between them, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that these two men—whose voices she had been listening to for years—shared this enormous, luxurious home. The idea seemed surreal, almost too good to be true, but then again, everything about today had felt that way.

John motioned toward the front doors, his playful smile never fading. "Come on in, Felicity. Let’s show you the studio—it’s the best part."

They led her up the grand steps to the front doors of the manor. John walked by her side, and Nathan walked behind her. He’d gone quiet again, but Felicity was very much aware of his presence. Could feel the intensity of his stare even though she was not looking at him. John was narrating a funny story about when he and Nathan first moved into the house as he grabbed the door and pushed it open, stepping inside and inviting her in with a wave of his hand.

Felicity took a step forward but stopped at the threshold, her hand hovering near the doorframe. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, and it was not just from excitement. It wasn’t fear that held her back either. It was something else. Something she felt deep in her heart. An inexplicable feeling that stepping into this house would change everything. If she crossed this line and walked into their world, she would never come out as the same person.

John noticed her pause and turned back, his expression a mix of curiosity and warmth. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, his voice teasing but soft.

Felicity looked at him, then Nathan, who stood a little behind, watching her quietly. There was something about the look in his eyes. It felt like she was being hunted, except she seemingly had no problem being prey if he was the hunter. There was no danger to it. Just interest. A deep, dark interest that awoken things in her she’d long forgotten about.

That look stirred something inside her—a sense of anticipation she couldn’t quite place. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and smiled nervously. “Nothing,” she said, more to herself than to them. Then after one more look at the two men who stood waiting for her, she stepped over the threshold.

John led the way, his excitement contagious as he guided Felicity down a long corridor and into what felt like another world—their studio. Her eyes widened in awe as she stepped inside. It was state-of-the-art, every inch of the space thoughtfully designed for sound and comfort. There were plush chairs, modern recording equipment, shelves lined with books, and framed posters of classic romantic novels hanging on the walls.

“This... this is where you record the podcast?” Felicity asked, her voice almost a whisper. She could hardly believe it. She stood in the very place where the magic happened, where Nathan and John’s voices brought stories to life for thousands of listeners.

John grinned. “Yep. This is where the magic happens. Pretty cool, right?”

“Cool?” Felicity laughed, her excitement spilling over. “This is incredible! I never imagined it would be like this.” She walked around the room, touching the equipment and admiring the setup. It was easy to believe they made magic every week in this very room. She knew nothing about recording audiobooks, but she could already feel the energy flowing in her.

Nathan had gone to the bar in the corner of the room the moment they walked in, and now he walked toward her with a drink. “Here,” he said, handing the glass to her.

Felicity took the glass, her fingers brushing against his for just a second, sending a shiver down her spine. Just like in the restaurant when he’d somehow managed to get her exactly what it was she wanted, even when she didn’t know she needed it, she knew she needed this drink. And sure enough, when she took a sip of the amber liquid and felt it slide down her throat, it was perfect.

“Thank you,” she said softly, raising the glass in a silent toast before taking a sip.

The warmth of the drink spread through her, calming her racing heart as she glanced around the studio again. She couldn't believe she was here with them.

“Let’s get started,” John said, leading her into the recording booth, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back as he guided her inside. The booth was intimate, soundproofed and softly lit, with sleek black panels lining the walls. Nathan stayed behind for a moment, fiddling with the equipment outside. The space was just large enough for the three of them, but with the setup, it felt close—cozy in a way that made Felicity acutely aware of her surroundings.

“Alright, so here’s how this is going to go,” John said, his voice as smooth and easy as ever, though his tone had an underlying seriousness. He handed her a stack of papers—the manuscript they’d be reading from—and smiled encouragingly. “Don’t overthink it. Just relax, follow the words, and let it flow. You’ve got this.”

Felicity nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. She’d listened to their voices for so long, imagining what being part of the magic would be like. And now, here she was—about to record with them.

Just as John finished explaining a few more details, Nathan stepped into the booth, his presence immediately filling the small space. As usual, he was quiet, focusing entirely on setting up the microphones and adjusting a few settings on the soundboard. When he moved behind her, she inadvertently backed up, her shoulders brushing against his chest. The contact sent an electric jolt through her, and she quickly pulled forward, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s okay,” he said softly in that deep voice, and a tingle rushed down her spine.

John chuckled from beside her, watching the exchange with his usual amused expression. “We’re going to be bumping shoulders a bit,” he teased. “I’ve told Nathan it’s time we put in a bigger booth, but he insists on keeping it this way. We can step out if it’ll make you more comfortable…”

“It’s okay,” Felicity quickly said. The last thing she wanted was to put them out of their way. “I’m fine with this.”

“Good,” Nathan said, and with him so close, she could hear his voice right in her ears. Her heartbeat quickened, and she swallowed twice.

Felicity smiled awkwardly, trying to shake off the nervousness as she stood between the two men. The mics were set up now, two standing side by side in front of her. It felt oddly intimate for the three of them to be huddled together in the small booth, and Felicity found it hard not to be hyper aware of every tiny movement.

“Okay, let’s start simple,” John said, his tone light. “Just speak into the mic and say anything. Doesn’t matter what—just so you can hear your voice and get used to it. We’ll go from there.”

Felicity swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She leaned forward slightly, her lips brushing the edge of the microphone. She could feel both men’s eyes on her, waiting, and the pressure made her heart race even more.

“Um... testing?” she finally said, her voice tentative and shy as it echoed back through her headphones. She blushed, hearing her voice fill the space. The sound, amplified in this professional setting, made her feel self-conscious and exhilarated.

John smiled at Felicity’s tentative attempt and leaned in slightly, his voice a gentle coax. “That’s good, but let’s loosen you up a bit. Don’t think of it as a performance—it’s just us having a conversation. How about I ask you a few questions to get you more comfortable?”

Felicity nodded, feeling a bit more at ease with John's easy going demeanor. The microphone still loomed in front of her, but the warmth of John’s tone made her feel like she was simply talking to an old friend.

“So let’s start simple,” John said. “What’s your favorite romance novel of all time?”

Felicity hesitated for a moment, but then her voice steadied as she answered, “Oh, that’s a tough one. I’ve read so many, but if I had to choose... It's probably Pride and Prejudice . There’s just something about Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet’s relationship—the tension, the misunderstandings. It’s so timeless.”

John nodded, smiling. “Ah, a classic. Can’t go wrong with that. How old were you when you first read it?”

“Clichéd answer,” Nathan murmured as he stepped in front of her to adjust the settings on her mic. “What’s the real answer, Felicity?”

She looked at him, hyper aware of how close he was to her. Every time his hand grazed her skin or the tip of her earlobes, she felt jolts of sensations. “ Outlander ,” she whispered.

“Oh, that’s a good choice,” John said with a delightful grin. “I love that book.”

“I do too. It was one of the first times I realized how powerful storytelling could be.”

“I bet you have read it a couple times.”

“Probably around fourteen,” Felicity replied, her voice gaining more confidence as she relaxed into the conversation. “I remember staying up all night just to finish it. I was completely hooked.” She smiled a little. “Like that scene where Jamie fights for Claire’s honor and... I don’t know; something is just so raw about it. Like he’s willing to risk everything for her.”

“So that’s what you’re into?” Nathan commented. “Someone to fight for you.”

Felicity blushed as she looked up and found herself staring right into his eyes, hooked in the draw of his gaze with no power to do anything but wait for his permission to be released.

Once again, John came to her rescue, his voice breaking the hold that Nathan’s gaze had over her. “Isn’t that what we all are into?” he chimed in. “Someone to fight for us.”

“Maybe,” Nathan said with a shrug. “Some people want it more than others, though.” He stepped away from Felicity. “I think she’s ready now?”

John leaned back slightly, giving Felicity an encouraging smile. “Are you ready?” he asked, his tone warm but with an edge of excitement that Felicity couldn’t help but feel.

She nodded, her nerves still fluttering but under control. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Great,” John said, reaching for the manuscript. “Let’s start with chapter seven. It’s a good place to ease into it.”

Just as Felicity was about to turn the pages, Nathan spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the moment. “Actually, let’s jump ahead to chapter twelve.”

Felicity froze for a second, feeling the tension ripple between the two men. John raised an eyebrow, clearly about to protest, but then he stopped himself, his lips twitching as he glanced over at Nathan. He hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, chapter twelve it is.”

The air shifted slightly, and Felicity wondered what had just passed between them. She didn’t dwell on it too long, though, and quickly flipped through the pages, landing on chapter twelve. It was a heavy scene—one filled with tension and longing—and she could already feel the weight of it as she looked down at the words.

Taking a deep breath, Felicity started reading. Her voice was soft, a bit too careful, and monotone as she focused on getting the words right. As the sentences flowed, she realized it wasn’t coming out as naturally as she had imagined.

John stopped her gently after a minute. “That’s good, Felicity. But try to loosen up a bit—be more lively, more free. This scene is full of emotion, right? Don’t be afraid to really dive into it.”

Felicity smiled nervously, nodding. “Okay, I’ll try again.”

She took another deep breath and started over. This time, her voice was less stiff, and she tried to feel the words as she spoke them. But even as she pushed herself, it still didn’t sound quite the way she wanted it to. It was better, yes—but something was missing.

John gave her a reassuring nod. “Getting there. You’re close. Just relax a little more.” He winked, trying to ease the tension.

She tried a third time and was glad to hear herself sounding much better. She continued reading, thinking she had finally found her voice when a few paragraphs in, Nathan’s voice interrupted her.

“Stop!” he said softly but with enough authority that she instantly clamped her lips shut. “You’re not feeling it.”

Felicity blinked. “What?”

“The words… You’re just reciting them. You’re not feeling it.” He moved closer to her, his towering figure leaning over her shoulders to point at a paragraph on the manuscript. “You’re reading from Ashley’s POV. You want to make the readers feel what she’s feeling, but how can you do that when you don’t feel what she’s feeling.”

Felicity’s face heated. “I don’t know if I can do that. I’ve never been good at acting.”

“Good thing no one is asking you to act.” Nathan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that was still amplified within the tight confines of the booth. “What’s happening in this scene?”

“She’s arguing with Kane,” Felicity replied.

“And why is she arguing with him?”

“Because he refuses to listen to her.”

“Good. I want you to keep that in mind as you read the chapter now,” he continued, that deep voice coaching her. “You’re not Felicity. You’re Ashley, and you’re fucking pissed at this man for not listening to you. I want to hear it in your voice, and I want to feel it in your body. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Felicity whispered, wondering why his simple request sounded like a command. One she could not disobey.

“This time, John and I will be joining you,” Nathan continued, still standing over her shoulder. “I’ll be Kane, and John will be the narrator. Got it?”

Felicity nodded.

“Use your words, baby,” Nathan whispered in her ears, and the surprise of him calling her baby was crushed under the shock of her body’s reaction to his voice. She felt a spike of sensation that shot straight to her womb, leaving her skin tingling. “Do you understand?”

“Yes…” she replied, the sentence feeling incomplete. Almost like she needed to finish it with a sir… or something else…

“Good girl,” he replied, and again, she felt that surge of electricity through her body, and now there was no more denying it. She was aroused. Aroused by Nathan and his dark look and intense gaze. His deep voice and oddly dominant nature. Felicity wanted to believe she was wrong, that there was no way she was attracted to this man who looked old enough to be her father. Yes, he was gorgeous, with a voice deep enough to make all her fantasies come true. It didn’t change the fact that he was much older than her.

But she had no time to contemplate that dilemma. John was already reading the first paragraph of the chapter, and as his warm, sweet voice narrated the scene, she could feel Nathan behind her. Feel the warmth of his breath at the nape of her neck and the heady scent of his perfume surrounding her until she felt drunk on him.

When it was her turn to read, she launched into her dialogue with passion, remembering Nathan’s instruction to feel the scene. Perhaps it was the need to impress the man standing behind her, but she put her life into her performance, her body shaking with anger just like her character, her tone reflecting the inner turmoil of a woman being forced to confront her attraction to a man she never should have been attracted to.

When it was Nathan’s turn to speak and she heard his voice behind her, dark and deep, matching her energy, Felicity found herself being pulled into the moment they were creating together. For years, she had listened to him narrate her favorite stories, imagining the scenes he spoke about in her head. Now, he was right next to her, telling a story, and the scene he painted was more vivid, vibrant, colorful, and real than anything she’d ever imagined. Maybe it was because she wasn’t just a spectator anymore but a part of the scene

The scene continued, all three voices playing their roles to perfection. As she read along, waiting for her cue and speaking up when it was her turn, Felicity saw the scene begin to shift. The tension and conflict in her character’s emotion switched from confrontational to aroused. It was John’s voice narrating what was happening, and Felicity was held spellbound, her heart beating fast in her chest.

“…Ashley could barely breathe,” he read from the manuscript. “She recognized that look in Kane’s eyes and knew what it meant but couldn’t get her legs to move. To escape from the kiss she knew was coming. She was powerless before him. Hunger rushed through her as her gaze locked with his, the need to touch him so potent it left her crazy…”

As he read, a need arose in Felicity. A need so dark and sexual it made her vision go cloudy. Moving down the paragraph to her next line, she felt her body jerk back when she realized what she would have to say in front of these two men.

“So beautiful.” She heard Nathan’s voice in her ear and, for a moment, forgot he was only reading from the book. “Your body drives me crazy, Ashley,” he continued, momentarily pulling her out of her fantasy.

“It is not yours to own.” She managed to croak out her lines, though her brain struggled to keep up. She was caught between two worlds.

“Isn’t it?” Nathan said, and she felt his chest press against her back. Or maybe she was the one who leaned back on him for support, unsure that her legs could keep on carrying her weight. He continued reading, and it didn’t matter anymore. “You’re mine, Ashley. To do with as I please. It’s pointless to fight it when your very body says the same.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Felicity snarled.

“No?” Nathan growled in her ear. “Why does it respond to my touch swiftly? Why do your eyes get so big when they look into mine? Why do you get so wet at the sound of my voice? Why do your nipples get hard when I hold your breasts in my hand?”

Felicity’s eyes closed, and she bit back a moan at the sound of Nathan’s voice. So lost was she in her head that she barely reacted when she felt two hands reach under her arms and cup her breasts. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lean back and give in to his touch. When she finally realized that it was Nathan’s hand pressing and fondling her breasts, it was too late.

“Why does my cock get so hard at the sight of it, Ashley?” He continued reading from the book. “Why is it that when I see your body, all I can think of is laying it down and feasting on it till I am full and can feast no more?” He finished his dialogue, turning her around to face him.

Felicity’s response was a whimper of need, her knees buckling as she leaned back to look into his eyes. Felicity felt her arousal heightening uncontrollably. She could barely breathe. Getting enough oxygen simply wasn’t going to happen. It felt like she had waited so long for this moment. The intensity of the hunger she saw in his eyes now. She had endured a lifetime of hearing his voice paint this very scene in her head, imagined the need she saw in his eyes now, and heard his voice drive her to the pinnacle of pleasure several times already.

His gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there as he closed the distance between them with a slow, deliberate step. His hand, warm and firm, enveloped hers while the other slipped into her hair, fingers threading through the strands with an intimate tenderness. His eyes never left hers, locking her in a magnetic pull that dissolved any resistance before it could even form. Not that she had any intention of resisting.

His head dipped toward her, and with a gentle touch, he cupped her cheek, holding her still. His lips grazed hers in a featherlight caress, igniting a spark that left her breathless. In the periphery, she could still hear John’s voice narrating the scene, Nathan’s voice matching his instructions word for word, and her reaction just the same as that of her character.

There, in the middle of a small recording booth, sandwiched between two men, one seducing her with his voice and the other bewitching her with his touch, Felicity’s fantasy came to life. Nathan’s lips slowly pressed against hers, his tongue parting her lips, licking against them. His arm curved around her hips, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

It was exploratory and knowing. It was rife with demand and acquisition. Nathan demanded, and Felicity was powerless to do anything but submit. His effect on her wouldn’t have allowed her to turn away. The pleasure he gave her, the heat that rushed through her senses and swept over her body, was simply too addictive to deny.

It seemed more like a dream than reality.

Felicity’s breath caught sharply, sensation tearing through her, clenching in the depths of her newly awakened flesh, her clit throbbing. In the recess of her mind, she knew this should not be happening. She knew she should end it, beg for a few seconds to regain her senses, or at least part of it. But tearing herself away from him was all but impossible.

When Nathan lifted her in his arms, Felicity surrendered, allowing him to carry her out of the booth and toward the exit of the studio. They moved down the corridor, her face nestled against his chest, and she wasn’t surprised when he brought her into a bedroom. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know what was coming. When he pulled her closer, she was the one who rose onto her toes, pressing her lips to his.

A soft whimper escaped her as his lips claimed hers, her hands gripping his shoulders, desperate to feel his skin. She was overwhelmed by lust, the sensations flooding her body as his tongue brushed over her lips, then demanded entry into her mouth. Her body responded instinctively, her nipples grazing his chest and sending her desire spiraling out of control.

Behind her, she heard the faint sound of breathing and knew John was watching. For a moment, she wondered if he would simply observe or join them, longing for his hands on her body too. But Nathan’s kiss grew more intense, his arm tightening around her waist, pulling her firmly against him as his tongue continued to stroke her need.

She forgot about John for a moment, focusing solely on resisting the torrent of desire clouding her mind. She kissed Nathan back, her tongue dancing with his, her arms pulling him closer as her hunger for him intensified.

He growled into her mouth, pulling away, his teeth grazing her lips as she struggled to pull him back to her. He easily controlled her attempts, his lips trailing down her neck, his canines scraping her skin, sending shivers of pleasure racing through her.

“Nathan, stop teasing,” she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper. Her body was ablaze, heat coursing through her pussy, the fire spreading to her womb, filling her with molten desire.

“Not teasing, baby girl,” he growled, his voice rough and primal. “Just getting you ready for the best night of your life.”

He undressed her slowly, taking his time as he removed each piece of clothing until she stood naked before him. Her breasts were full and heaving, her nipples hard with arousal. Behind her, John groaned softly, and she turned to see the lust in his eyes. He was too far away. She wanted him closer, needing him to touch her too.

Nathan pushed her onto the bed, covering her body with his, his eyes locking onto hers.

“Tonight, you’ll feel nothing but pleasure,” he promised, pinning her wrists to the bed as he hovered over her trembling breasts.

Felicity could barely keep her eyes open, struggling to breathe as she marveled at the sensual intensity in his expression.

“Nathan…” she whispered. Her body trembled beneath the weight of his heated gaze, focused on her swollen curves.

“How beautiful they are,” he breathed roughly. “Do you know how hard it’s been not to think about this? How I’ve dreamed of tasting your sweet breasts, Felicity. Feeling your nipples in my mouth, on my tongue, hard and aching for me.”

He licked his lips, and Felicity moaned as the sharp stab of lust contracted her womb. Pleasure surged through her like a wave of molten heat, robbing her of breath. His tongue flicked out, and she whimpered. When it finally brushed her overly sensitive nipple, she arched violently toward him, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat.

When his mouth enveloped the rigid tip, the pleasure that crashed through her was almost unbearable. Her body jerked, nearly overwhelmed by the nearly orgasmic sensation.

“Nathan, please,” she gasped, pressing her body against his as his lips suckled at her breast, his tongue tormenting her nipple with deliberate intensity. His hands held her wrists firmly, denying her the chance to touch him.

He moaned against her tender flesh, his canines grazing her nipple as he nipped at it, sending a sharp flash of fire shooting through her. The intensity of his touch was searing, making her body weaker and her arousal burn hotter. His touch alone felt more powerful than any drug.

She stared down at him, struggling for breath as his head moved lower, his lips gliding over the taut muscles of her stomach. Each touch was a living flame on her skin, each stroke of his tongue fanning the heat higher and brighter.

“Felicity,” he whispered, his voice low as he reached the clenched muscles of her abdomen. “Look how wet my baby girl is. Look at that pretty pussy, begging me for a taste. You’re driving me insane, Felicity.”

Driving him insane? She was the one on the verge of melting into a pool of pure desire, and he thought she was driving him crazy? He released her wrists as he moved lower, but there was no danger of her protesting now. Her body was weak, panting from the relentless pleasure, her pussy burning with need.

His lips trailed over her, dipping into the small hollow of her belly button as he inched closer to the swollen, slick folds of her bare cunt. Felicity could only watch, trembling in anticipation as the air around them thickened with the sensual heat building between them.

When his tongue glided over her swollen clit, circling it in a smooth, deliberate stroke, Felicity couldn’t stop the moaning cry that escaped her lips or the desperate jerk of her hips as she sought more, aching for deeper contact.

“Oh God…” Her voice broke, a strangled scream ripping from her throat as his lips latched onto her sensitive clit, pulling it into his warm, suckling mouth.

The heat surged through her, an intense blaze that gave way to mindless ecstasy. The sensations engulfed her, wrapping her in the overwhelming folds of an impending orgasm she was certain would undo her completely.

His tongue teased and flicked, brushing over her hypersensitive nerves while his hands held her thighs wide, controlling her frantic movements. Her core wept, the slickness spilling from her as his fingers slowly parted her throbbing flesh.

"Felicity," he growled against her pulsating clit, his fingers sliding through the slick wetness. "I’m going to make you come, baby girl."

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her hips arching toward him as the absence of his touch made her clit scream in protest. "Please, Nathan, for God’s sake, make me come."

Without hesitation, a finger plunged deep inside her, hard and fast, while his mouth reclaimed her clit with hungry intent. His lips devoured her with a ravenous greed, and Felicity’s eyes widened as wave after wave of sensation crashed over her.

Her clit sparked like a firework, exploding in a rush of pleasure as her pussy clenched around his invading finger. She felt her body tighten, and heat flooded her senses, sending her spiraling into a world of rapture. She screamed his name, barely aware as the fierce pleasure ripped through her.

In the midst of her euphoria, she felt John move above her, positioning himself between her legs. Through her half-closed eyes, she gazed at him, wondering what he had planned for her next and how she would survive the intensity. Nathan alone was overwhelming, but she feared she might lose her mind with both of them.

“I need you,” she whispered, lifting her head from Nathan’s chest, her tongue nervously licking her lips. “Now.” A soft moan escaped her as John's hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer to him, her body trembling with desire.

Her fingers clutched Nathan’s arms, desperate for control as lightning bolts of lust shot through her. When John’s fingers slipped between her slick folds, she gasped, her breath hitching as his thumb grazed her swollen clit. The sensation was electric, his fingers easily sliding along her wetness as he began circling her clit, teasingly slow, while his other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady.

She was drowning in heat, her body overwhelmed by the overwhelming sexual tension building inside her. Her grip on Nathan tightened, and she squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure pulsed through her.

“No, baby,” Nathan whispered. “Open your eyes for me. I want to see the pleasure as he touches you. I want to watch you come from his hands.”

Felicity forced her eyes open, gasping as John’s fingers slid inside her, moving with a practiced stroke that had her hips twisting uncontrollably. Her mouth opened, a soundless moan of need escaping her lips before Nathan’s mouth captured hers, his tongue delving into her, demanding more.

She responded with a hunger she hadn’t realized was possible, taking everything he offered. The taste of him overwhelmed her senses, sending heat flooding through her body—her nipples hardened, her cunt throbbed, and she was lost in him.

"Good girl," Nathan rasped as he pulled back, his eyes burning into her as John’s fingers spread her open, plunging deep inside her.

Felicity let out a sharp cry of near-orgasmic bliss, her body trembling uncontrollably as John worked her. His fingers thrust in and out with relentless rhythm, her pussy slick and pulsing with need.

“John…” Her hands gripped the sheets, her control slipping away. She needed him—desperately, wildly—craving him inside her, hard and fast, driving her to the brink of madness.

"I can't wait to feel that tight little pussy again," Nathan growled, his voice a low, primal rumble that sent her body quivering with need. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come on his fingers."

Nathan’s voice was like an anchor, grounding her even as John’s fingers worked their magic, driving her higher and higher. His thumb teased her clit, stroking the swollen bud as his fingers thrust deep inside her. Felicity’s entire body was taut, ready to snap as the coil of tension in her womb tightened unbearably.

“John, I can’t take it…” Her voice was hoarse, her hips grinding against his fingers as they plunged into her, pushing her ever closer to release.

“Take it,” Nathan commanded, his voice thick and demanding. “Come for me, Felicity. Let me feel you explode.”

John’s fingers worked with ruthless precision, and Felicity’s body trembled uncontrollably as pleasure finally overtook her, shattering her as she screamed, her pussy clenching and pulsing in release.

The unmistakable sounds of heated passion filled the room—the wet slap of his fingers thrusting inside her, her breathless moans breaking from her chest, and his seductive words spurring her toward a climax that approached like a tidal wave. Her back arched as she felt the end rushing upon her. Sparks of electricity tingled over her skin, radiating through her womb and searing her core with an intensity that exploded in a flash of rapturous sensation. Her entire body convulsed, her walls gripping him tightly, forcing him to groan as he struggled to keep thrusting through her orgasm. The waves of her release wracked her body as she rode the relentless drive of his fingers deep within her.

“Hell yeah,” John groaned, pulling her close as she trembled in his arms. “That’s it, baby. So good. Come on my fingers like a good girl.”

As the final tremors of ecstasy rippled through her, both men lay beside Felicity, sandwiching her between them. They took turns kissing her, their tongues gently pushing into her mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Felicity instinctively reached down to reciprocate, her fingers moving toward Nathan’s cock, but he intercepted her hand before she could touch him.

“Not tonight, baby girl,” he whispered softly, guiding her hand above her head and holding it there. “Tonight, we take care of you.”

“That’s right,” John added, his smooth voice sending a shiver through her, reigniting the fire of arousal within her. “We just want to make you feel good.”

“You already did,” she reminded them with a playful smile. “Twice.”

“That was just the beginning,” Nathan promised, his hand slipping between her legs, cupping her still-soaked folds. “Tonight, we’re going to make you come until there’s nothing left.”

“How—" Her gasp cut off her question as his thumb found her swollen clit, rubbing over it with expert precision. At the same time, John leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue teased its way into her mouth, making her dizzy with desire.

“Tonight, you’re ours,” Nathan growled as John deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair while their lips met in a sensual, heated embrace.

Felicity’s body responded instantly, her lips closing hungrily around John’s tongue as her swollen breasts pressed against his firm chest. A warmth rushed through her, intoxicating her senses, and she could barely hold back the cry rising in her throat as John’s lips trailed down to her neck and then lower, grazing the tender swell of her breasts. Simultaneously, Nathan’s hand teased her core, his fingers working magic over her most sensitive spot.

“Don’t tease me, John,” she pleaded, her body arching toward his mouth, aching for the feel of his lips on her hardened nipple.

“Patience,” John murmured, his voice thick with lust. “We decide what happens to your body. You want to be a good girl for us, don’t you?”

She nodded, too lost in sensation to even think clearly. She just wanted the overwhelming tension to be released.

“Say it,” Nathan demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Tell us you’re going to be a good girl.”

“I’m going to be a good girl,” she gasped, her legs trembling as John’s mouth finally closed over her nipple, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. The warmth of his tongue, teasing and avoiding the sensitive peak, had her mind reeling. Her hands tangled in his hair, desperate for more.

Which was worse—the teasing or the moment when he finally took her nipple into his mouth? She didn’t know, but she was desperate for the answer.

Before she could voice her plea, his lips closed over the hardened tip, sucking it into his mouth and igniting a riot of nerve endings. Her nipples throbbed as waves of pleasure surged from her chest down to her core. John’s tongue flicked against her nipple, and the growl of approval vibrating in his throat only spurred her on. She pressed closer, trying to sink deeper into his mouth, her nails biting into his shoulders as his tongue lashed her sensitive flesh. The intensity of his suction combined with his tongue’s strokes sent a cry tearing from her lips.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, her legs spreading wider as her soaked pussy ground against Nathan’s hand, seeking more friction. She couldn’t hide how much she needed him or how long she had craved this, no matter how hard she tried.

“John… Nathan…” she panted, her voice breathless and broken. Who was responsible for the fire coursing through her? Who would she beg for the sweet release of climax? “What are you doing to me?”

Her arousal coated her inner thighs, slick and heavy, as Nathan moved between her legs, holding her in place with one hand while the other stroked her thigh, inching closer to where she needed him most. John’s lips shifted to her other nipple, enveloping it in warmth as she arched into him, spreading her legs wider in anticipation. She needed Nathan’s fingers to move closer, closer to the pulsing heat of her clit.

As John’s lips tugged on her nipple, Nathan’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it with slow, deliberate pressure. Felicity’s eyes flew open as pleasure surged through her, her thighs quaking as the orgasm built deep inside her. The tension in her womb tightened unbearably as each stroke of Nathan’s fingers pushed her closer to the edge.

“Nathan…” she panted, her head tossing from side to side, desperation making her dizzy.

Her body ached, and her arousal spilled from her, soaking the delicate folds of her core as Nathan's fingers worked her closer to release. Lifting his head, John locked eyes with her, his gaze smoldering with desire. He licked one nipple, then the other, sending shivers through her body as Nathan continued to tease her swollen clit. She teetered on the brink, so close to release that she could practically taste it.

“I’m going to taste you, Felicity,” John murmured, trailing kisses down her stomach, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her sweat. “When Nathan’s done, it’ll be my turn.”

Her body jerked as Nathan held her still, her hips arching toward John’s descending mouth, her nails digging into Nathan’s skin. His lips neared her slick, aching core, and she knew she was about to lose herself entirely. His tongue slipped between her folds, and with one slow, deliberate lick, the taste of her flooded his senses, setting them both on fire.

A rush of heat flooded Felicity’s core as his tongue explored her, licking with a languid, teasing rhythm, circling her clit in a way that was almost too gentle. She strained against his mouth, craving a firmer touch, more pressure to ignite the explosive release she desperately sought.

Her knees lifted, heels digging into the mattress as she ground her slick folds against his lips, fingers tangled in his hair, fighting to catch her breath. A wave of warmth enveloped her, sweat glistening on her skin and making her body as slick as the sensitive areas John lavished with attention.

His tongue was insatiable and skilled. After one final lick around her clit, he moved lower. Parting her bare folds with his fingers, he inched ever closer to the throbbing center of her desire.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Oh God, Nathan, please…”

Her head thrashed against the mattress as he continued his relentless assault. He licked at her entrance, drawing out the moisture that flowed from her, eager for his taste. Her hips rotated against his mouth, gasping as she reached for the release she knew only he could provide. Desperation surged within her, pleasure igniting her body and tearing through her senses.

“Dammit, let me come!” she cried, her voice raw and pleading.

Nathan tensed between her thighs, his grip tightening around her upper legs as he spread them wider just before his tongue plunged into her hot, clenching depths. Simultaneously, John’s teeth found her nipple, tugging and teasing, while a finger slipped into her mouth, giving her something to suck on.

The two men explored her body, tasting, licking, stroking, and teasing every hidden spot, drawing forth pleasures she had never imagined. Their touch drove her further into a frenzy, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy once more. Almost there. Almost.

Sensation crashed over her like a tidal wave. Felicity held her breath, determined to ride the wave as Nathan’s tongue thrust deep inside her, plunging into her slick depths while she writhed beneath him. She couldn’t remain still; she had to come. If she didn’t, she felt as though she wouldn’t—couldn’t—survive the intensity. Crying out his name, she felt his tongue pull back, his lips wrapping around her clit and sucking it into his mouth. He drew on it, his tongue dancing around it until an explosion rocked her body, pulling a strangled, ecstatic scream from her lips.

Her fingers gripped his hair, her thighs clamping around his head as he sucked harder, while two fingers pressed into the quaking depths of her core, propelling her higher. He fucked her with his fingers, thrusting deep within her, where pleasure and pain collided, drawing muffled cries of ecstasy from her. Her body tightened, her senses overwhelmed with pure, unadulterated rapture until she felt as if she were shattering into countless pieces.

She pulsed with pleasure, sensations still throbbing through her as his lips and tongue began to soften. Transitioning from a ravaging force to gentle caresses, he stroked her tenderly until her senses began to blur.

But there was no time to recover, no chance to regain control, as they shifted positions. Nathan moved up her body, worshiping her breasts and sucking on her nipples while John settled between her legs, his hungry moan the only sound she registered before he began to feast on her pussy.

Over and over, the men drove her to climax. Orgasm after orgasm crashed over her until her body finally surrendered under the weight of it all, and she fell into a deep, blissful sleep.