Sharing Her Heart

Chapter 4 - 2

It wasn’t until she heard a soft knock on the doorframe that she realized how much time had passed. She looked up to see John leaning casually against the door, wearing a playful smile. "You’ve been in here for hours," he teased. "I figured I’d better come rescue you before you starve. Lunch is ready."

Blinking in surprise, Felicity glanced at the clock and saw that the morning had slipped away without even realizing it. She stood, stretching her legs as a smile tugged at her lips. "I guess I got a little lost," she admitted, feeling the warmth of the sunlight still on her skin.

John grinned. "That’s the whole point of a good book, right? Come on, let’s eat."

Lunch was just as delicious as breakfast, though Felicity couldn’t help but notice that Nathan didn’t join them this time. It was just her and John at the table, and she found herself at ease in his company. They talked effortlessly, covering everything from books and music to movies and life in general.

John was not only witty but incredibly well-traveled. As he shared stories from his many adventures around the world, Felicity felt like she was speaking with someone who had lived a dozen lifetimes before she met him. His tales were vivid—descriptions of sailing across the Mediterranean, hiking through ancient ruins, and experiencing cultures she had only read about filled the conversation.

Felicity couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. The idea of zipping around the world and exploring places from her favorite books felt like a dream—one she could never afford on a schoolteacher’s salary. But sitting across from John, hearing his firsthand accounts, was almost like experiencing it for herself. She soaked up every word, living vicariously through his stories as if they were shared memories.

"You've done so much," she finally said, a little awed. "I can’t even imagine."

John smiled warmly. "You’re still young. Plenty of time to go on adventures of your own.”

“It’s not the time I’m worried about,” Felicity commented. “I’m simply never going to be able to afford those adventures. I don’t know if you know, but school teachers are not really rolling around in dough.”

“Never say never. There is no telling what the future could hold for you,” he replied, sounding strangely cryptic.

After lunch, John led Felicity back to the studio, the afternoon light filtering through the windows as they returned to the sleek recording space. It felt strange to be back in the same room where so much had happened the night before, but John’s easy going demeanor quickly put her at ease. The tension from the previous evening faded as they delved into a more playful side of things.

"Let’s play around a bit." John wore a mischievous grin on his face as he handed her a pair of headphones. They spent the next few hours experimenting with different equipment—recording snippets of dialogue, creating exaggerated sound effects, and even attempting to voice a few over-the-top characters.

John’s laughter was infectious, and before long, Felicity found herself genuinely enjoying every second, forgetting the extravagance of the house and the surreal nature of the entire situation. At one point, John pretended to be a robot, his voice modulated through the equipment, and Felicity couldn’t stop laughing as he dramatically proclaimed himself the "Podcast Overlord."

It was all so ridiculous and fun, and for a while, she felt like she was just hanging out with an old friend. The weight of everything she had been through in the past twenty-four hours—the dinner, recording the audiobook with Nathan the night before, and even her strange attraction to both men—was momentarily lifted and replaced with lighthearted camaraderie.

As the afternoon wore on, though, the day began to catch up with her. Felicity tried to stifle a yawn, but John noticed immediately. "I’m wearing you out, huh?" he teased, eyes sparkling with amusement.

She smiled sheepishly. "A little. It’s been a lot."

"Come on," he said, stepping away from the console. "Let me show you to a room where you can rest. You’ve earned it."

He led her down a hallway she hadn’t been in before, the walls lined with beautiful paintings that added to the house’s air of grandeur. It felt as though the manor went on forever, each corridor leading to more secret rooms and quiet spaces, all exuding wealth and history.

John stopped at a set of double doors and pushed them open, revealing a large, elegant bedroom with all the charm of a teenage girl’s sanctuary. The soft lavender walls were adorned with posters of rock bands and quotes from classic books written in delicate cursive. Shelves lined with stuffed animals and trinkets sat beside stacks of well-worn novels, their spines cracked from years of love. A white wrought-iron bed big enough for four people with a pastel quilt was the centerpiece of the room, scattered with an assortment of plush pillows.

"There’s a bathroom through here," John said, gesturing to another door. "Take a bath if you’d like. And the wardrobe contains clothes. I’m sure you’ll find something comfortable."

"Thanks," Felicity said softly, her exhaustion now undeniable. John gave her a gentle smile before leaving her alone in the room.

Curiosity piqued, Felicity wandered into the adjoining bathroom and stopped in her tracks. It was breathtaking—a marble-clad oasis with a bathtub so large it looked like a small pool. The faucets were gold, and soft candlelight flickered from the sconces on the walls. She imagined sinking into the tub and letting all the tension of the day melt away.

After admiring the bathroom’s opulence, Felicity made her way to the wardrobe. When she opened it, she found a variety of clothes neatly hung inside, but something odd caught her attention as she flipped through them. The majority of the clothes looked… juvenile. The frilly dresses, soft pastel shades, and delicate fabrics seemed more appropriate for a young girl than someone like her. The clothes were her size but had a childlike quality that made her pause.

A twinge of unease crept in, but she shook it off. It wasn’t her place to ask questions, and she had no idea who else had stayed in the room before her. Maybe the house had a history she didn’t know about. It wasn’t her business, she reminded herself.

Instead of dwelling on it, Felicity pulled out a simple nightgown, the soft fabric comforting against her skin. She slipped into it and made her way to the massive bed, marveling at how soft and inviting it looked. The sheer size of it was impressive—easily big enough to accommodate four people. It felt like sinking into a cloud as she lay down, her body immediately relaxing into the luxurious sheets.

As she settled in, her mind wandered back to everything that had happened since she arrived. The dinner, the studio, the way Nathan and John seemed to orbit around her like planets with their own gravity. And, of course, the way Nathan had touched her the night before. The thought of his hands on her skin sent a warm shiver through her, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from getting too caught up in the memory.

But the exhaustion was stronger than the memories, and soon, her eyes began to droop. The plush bed seemed to swallow her whole, pulling her into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When she finally awoke, the sun was lower in the sky, casting a golden glow through the windows. She stretched languidly, feeling refreshed, and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Just in time for dinner , she thought with a small smile. Felicity slipped out of bed, adjusting the nightgown as she padded barefoot across the room. She had no idea what awaited her for the evening, but she was ready for anything after the day she’d had.

After dinner, as they lingered over the last few sips of wine, John leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady on Felicity. “We’re heading to the study,” he said casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Why don’t you join us? You can bring your book along and relax a bit.”

Felicity glanced at her half-finished novel resting on the dining room table, feeling a small flutter of curiosity. She hadn’t been in the study yet and wasn’t ready to call it a night. With a nod, she picked up her book and followed them down another long hallway, the quiet hum of the manor filling the space around them.

The richly furnished study had dark wood paneling and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The smell of leather and old paper mingled with the faint scent of tobacco. John settled on a long couch in front of the roaring fire, patting the seat beside him as an invitation. Nathan, in contrast, opted for an armchair in the corner, moving with a kind of languid grace as he poured drinks for all of them.

Nathan handed Felicity a glass and lit a cigar, leaning back into the shadows, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm light on his face. He didn’t say much, his blue eyes fixed somewhere in the distance as he took slow, contemplative puffs. His quiet presence made the room feel heavier like he was watching the moment unfold but choosing not to engage, at least not yet.

Felicity sat beside John, sinking into the plush cushions, and took a small sip of her drink. She couldn’t help but glance over at Nathan, sitting there in his solitude. He seemed like an enigma—silent yet always present.

She turned her attention back to John. "What book are you reading?" she asked, curious to hear more from him. He always had a way of telling stories that drew her in.

John smiled, holding up the thick volume he had been flipping through earlier. "This? It's a romance novel set in the 19th century. The usual poor woman meets her Prince Charming. The writing's exquisite, though, with quite a fair bit of twists and turns.”

She raised an eyebrow. "Sounds enchanting. How far along are you?"

“Not very far,” he replied. “But it’s the kind of book that grabs you from the first page. If you’d like, I could read you a passage.”

Without waiting for her to respond, John opened the book and began reading aloud, his deep and smooth voice filling the room. His tone shifted effortlessly with the rhythm of the words, making even the most ordinary passages sound compelling. Felicity found herself leaning into his voice, lulled by the cadence of his reading.

The fire crackled softly in the background, and Nathan sat silently in his corner, the smoke from his cigar curling upward as John continued to read. Something about the moment was strangely intimate—the three of them together, the cozy warmth of the fire, and the sound of John’s voice weaving stories into the air.

Felicity curled up on the couch, holding her book but hardly paying attention to it anymore. She was captivated by John’s voice, by the quiet company of both men. Every now and then, her eyes drifted toward Nathan, watching him as he watched the fire, wondering what was going through his mind.

Somehow, as John’s voice filled the room with the rich narrative, Felicity found herself unconsciously leaning against his shoulder. His warmth and the deep cadence of his words felt soothing and almost hypnotic. She hadn't even realized how relaxed she'd become until, with a gentle motion, John shifted, pulling her down so her head could rest on his lap. The movement was so natural and casual that she didn’t think to resist.

It felt strangely intimate but not in the way she'd expected. As she lay there, the sound of John's voice was like a lullaby. There was something paternal about it—comforting and protective. It was like a father reading to his daughter, creating a quiet bond through the simple act of storytelling.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, and the weight of John's hand, resting lightly on her shoulder as he read, anchored her in place. For a moment, all her worries, all the confusion of the past few days, melted away. Here, in this opulent room with its walls of books and flickering firelight, she felt at ease and as though she belonged.

Nathan remained in his chair, watching them both through the smoke of his cigar. His gaze was unreadable, but the quiet companionship between the three of them remained unbroken. It was as though this moment existed outside of time, a bubble of calm where nothing else mattered but the soft cadence of John's voice and the warmth of the fire.

Felicity closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the peacefulness of it all. She was not quite sure how she ended up here, but for now, she was content to stay.

As John continued reading, the scene in the book took an unexpectedly erotic turn. His voice, already smooth and rich, took on a deeper, more evocative tone as he described a passionate scene between the characters. The heat of the narrative and the vivid imagery stirred something inside Felicity, her breath growing shallow as the story unfolded.

She could feel her pulse quickening, her body responding to the charged atmosphere. Her cheeks flushed, and she became acutely aware of her nipples growing hard against the fabric of her dress. It felt almost surreal how the boundaries between the fiction of the book and her own arousal seemed to blur.

John’s hand, warm and confident, slipped under the hem of her dress and gently cupped her breast. The touch was electric, sending a shiver through her. Instead of pulling away, she found herself leaning into it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. A part of her anticipated this, a desire she’d been too shy to voice, now being fulfilled with an intimacy that felt both thrilling and inevitable.

When John shifted, pulling her up so that she straddled him, his lips met hers in a kiss as heated and passionate as the scene from the book. Felicity’s lips parted, and she kissed him back, her senses overwhelmed by the mingling of reality and fantasy. The kiss deepened, and she surrendered to the moment, feeling the erotic tension between them build with every touch and every breath.

They carried her to bed, John lifting her in his arms even as Nathan held her hand. In the bedroom, they set her down and stood in front of her, both men staring down at her with lust in their eyes. Seeing the desire in those eyes and the promise of what was to come was almost scary.

Felicity shivered, a heady blend of nerves and anticipation surging through her. The sensation heightened everything, intensifying her arousal and making the impending climax feel even more overwhelming and inevitable. Desire swelled within her, a longing she could no longer deny.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” John asked softly.

“No,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I don’t think I’m sure of anything right now. Please don’t ask me that.”

A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips. Despite her hesitation, he could tell she was more than prepared. Her breasts felt full, her nipples tightening into hard peaks against the curves of her chest.

“We’ll make it good for you,” he murmured as he began to undress, standing next to the bed.

The word “we” barely escaped her lips as a strangled whimper, a tremor running through her body, her nipples stiffening even further in response.

“Ever been fucked in the ass before?” he asked, the gentleness in his voice belying the explicitness of his questions. His shirt fell to the floor as she sensed Nathan undressing behind her.

Felicity flushed deeply. “No,” she breathed, almost inaudible.

“Don’t worry,” Nathan reassured her, his tone calm. “We wouldn’t push you into anything you're not ready for. Just follow my lead, and everything will be fine.”

Her eyes widened slightly, dark with both curiosity and caution, carefully avoiding a glance toward his hips. The mix of nervousness and excitement left her trembling, perched on a fragile edge of desire.

“Okay,” she replied, her voice unsteady.

“I need to feel that mouth around my cock first, or I don’t think I’ll make it through the night,” John said casually, his words sending a flush through her at the thought of what was to come.

“I don’t blame you. She is stunning,” Nathan said in a low, deep voice as he approached the bed, his own desire evident as he looked down at her.

Felicity’s gaze flicked to him, her eyes widening further at the sight of his arousal. A flicker of fear crossed her face as she turned back to John.

“I don’t think I can take that,” she whispered, her hands clenching into fists as John settled beside her once more.

“There’s nothing to fear, sweetheart,” he soothed, his voice gentle. “All you have to do is trust me. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispered again.

His hand reached out, cupping one of her full breasts, fingers tightening around the sensitive peak. She gasped sharply, the sensation causing her to arch slightly as he leaned in, taking the stiffened nipple into his mouth, drawing a deep moan from her throat.

When he pulled back, he was satisfied to see the flush of desire spreading across her face.

“Daddy’s going to make you feel amazing tonight,” he promised, and she nodded quickly, her breaths coming faster. But then her eyes widened in shock, darting downward between her thighs.

John followed her gaze, smirking as Nathan buried himself in her, his mouth moving with slow, deliberate strokes. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, captivated by the sight of him savoring her like a rare delicacy. His tongue expertly explored her, tracing teasing circles around her sensitive clit before dipping into her warmth.

Nathan’s fingers spread her open, the contrast of his dark skin against her pale softness stark and enticing. As his tongue slipped deeper inside her, John felt his own arousal pulse at the sight. He imagined how her body would grip Nathan’s tongue and her muscles would ripple around him.

“Nathan,” she gasped, her hips jerking as her core tightened, legs straining against the bed.

Nathan continued his ministrations, his lips and tongue working with precision as John watched, knowing that her pleasure would only continue to build.

“Shhh,” John murmured, leaning in closer, his tongue brushing over her lips as she looked up at him with wide, dazed eyes. “Just enjoy it, Felicity. Let go.”

He kissed her, the wetness of it mingling with the heat between them, her body trembling in response. Nathan’s movements below intensified their kiss, fueling a fire within her that would soon demand release.

His lips trailed down her neck, finding the hard peaks of her breasts again as her head thrashed on the pillow, seeking more. Nathan wasn’t rushing, and neither was John. They wanted her on the edge, desperate for them both.

A sharp gasp escaped her as she felt Nathan’s fingers slide into her, pushing deeper into forbidden territory while his tongue continued to torment her core.

“It’s all right, baby girl,” John whispered against her skin, his mouth finding her nipple once more. “Just let it feel good.”

Gripping himself, he watched her face, the flush of lust spreading across her features. She was so incredibly beautiful, and it was taking all of his restraint to hold back.

“John, I can’t… I can’t take it anymore,” she panted, her body tensing as Nathan’s fingers worked between her thighs.

Nathan withdrew briefly, only to slide his fingers deeper into her, each movement slow and deliberate, knowing full well how close she was. He lowered his head again, savoring every taste of her as she moaned and writhed beneath them.

Felicity’s world blurred with sensation, her body overwhelmed by the pleasure they gave her. When John finally slipped his cock between her lips, the sensation was enough to push her over the edge. Her moans vibrated against him as she worked him eagerly with her mouth, the taste and feel of him driving her further into the haze of lust that consumed her.

Below, Nathan’s tongue continued its relentless teasing, and together, they brought her to a precipice she couldn’t escape.

Felicity was suspended between overwhelming pleasure and apprehension. She had glimpsed the other man's erection—thick, rigid, and eager—and wondered how her body could accommodate them both. The thought sent waves of trepidation through her.

"Felicity, you're killing me." John's rough voice was laden with lust as he held the base of his cock, driving it deeper into her mouth. "Such a fucking good girl."

She felt the tip of him pulse against her tongue, so she focused on the sensitive spot just below it, drawing a deep groan from him. That sound reverberated inside her, igniting a fire that surged to her core. Tightening her lips around him, she sucked harder, her own desperation mirroring his as their shared tension heightened.

He was on the brink of release; she could feel it, and so was she. But the man between her thighs tormented her, withholding the final stroke that would push her over the edge. She growled softly around John's cock, her frustration mounting.

"Stay still." The low command, followed by a light slap to her mound, startled her into compliance.

Her gaze shot up to meet John's, who smirked before looking down again.

"She’s not doing her job, Nathan," John teased. "I think she needs a little more incentive."

Felicity’s scream was muffled by the cock filling her mouth, but her body reacted, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her with the next stinging blow. Shame mixed with arousal as her clit throbbed, her body betraying her desire.

She tightened her mouth on John’s erection, sucking with determination. When another slap landed, her hips jerked, a strangled moan escaping her as the sensations clashed—pain, pleasure, heat. Her whole body ached for release, but the teasing was relentless.

“Good girl. Taking these hits on your sweet pussy. Such a good girl.”

Then instead of another smack, she felt a teasing lick over her clit. She rewarded John with an even firmer grip, her mouth pulling him deeper as his control slipped.

"Felicity, I’m gonna come," he groaned, thrusting faster. His climax hit hard, and she felt the warmth flood her mouth, thick and salty, as his body shuddered in release. She swallowed every single drop he gave her.

Even as he withdrew, leaving her lips reluctantly, she felt no relief. Nathan’s tongue still teased her, keeping her on the edge. Perspiration glistened on John’s flushed skin as he moved to release her from the restraints, his eyes still burning with desire.

“Are you ready?” John asked, his hands at her wrists, freeing her as Nathan unfastened the bindings at her ankles.

Felicity trembled, her body screaming for release, every nerve alight. Nathan lay back, his cock standing tall against his abdomen, veins pulsing as he slid a condom over its length. She could barely think as they moved her into position, her hands finding John's shoulders as she kissed him fiercely.

The suddenness of her action seemed to unravel him, his hands pulling her closer as Nathan positioned her above him. She gasped as she felt the broad head of his cock press against her entrance and John’s voice soft in her ear.

“He’ll take you first,” he whispered. “Then I’ll do the same. Just let go, Felicity. Let the pleasure take you.”

Nathan’s lips brushed her skin as he gently guided her down onto his cock. The sensation of him stretching her, filling her, was almost too much. She clung to John, her breaths ragged as he kissed her deeply, while Nathan’s cock throbbed inside her.

"Relax," Nathan murmured. His fingers, slick with lubricant, teased the entrance of her other hole, sliding in smoothly as she cried out in surprise. She pressed closer to him, trying to take in both sensations at once as John prepared to enter her from behind.

"Hold still, Felicity." Nathan’s hands held her steady. "Patience."

John pressed the tip of his cock against her rear, slowly pushing inside. The stretch was sharp, the sensation overwhelming as she moaned, her body quivering from the pressure of both men inside her.

John groaned as he sank deeper, gripping her tightly. She was impaled, completely filled, and her body trembled from the intensity.

“Now,” John rasped. “Now, Nathan.”

Felicity gasped as Nathan pushed farther into her slick heat, her body barely able to contain the two thick shafts that now possessed her. She bucked involuntarily, desperate for the release that hovered just beyond her reach.

“Damn, she’s tight,” Nathan grunted, each inch of him pressing deeper as her inner muscles clenched around him.

The rhythm between them began slow at first but built as they moved in perfect sync. Felicity’s world dissolved into a blur of sensation—her body was overwhelmed by the heat, the fullness, the relentless pleasure that surged through her.

As they took her, the sounds of their shared lust filled the air—wet, desperate, primal. Her muscles burned, every thrust fanning the flames of her desire. And just when she thought she could take no more, her body broke apart in a shattering climax, her cries swallowed by the pleasure of being consumed.

Between them, Felicity's cries grew louder, her voice trembling with their names as she pushed herself harder into each thrust, climbing higher and faster toward the overwhelming orgasm building inside her. The rhythm of their bodies quickened, each movement more intense, rubbing her clit against the coarse brush of Nathan’s pubic hair until her mind, heart, and body shattered all at once.

With a scream that filled the room, she felt herself break apart. Behind her, John’s body tensed, releasing his hot seed into her as Nathan drove into her tightening pussy one final time, groaning deeply in her ear as his own release claimed him.

“Felicity, baby,” John murmured, leaning over her and pulling her close as her cries continued. Her body shuddered violently, trembling to the point where she feared she might come undone completely.

“John,” she gasped, her voice shaking. Tears spilled down her face as another wave of pleasure surged through her, tightening every muscle in her body. She clung to them both, her muscles contracting around their still-hard lengths as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her, until finally, she collapsed against Nathan, utterly spent.

“My sweet baby girl,” John whispered, gently pulling her from Nathan’s body and cradling her in his arms as he lay down beside her. She could feel the shudders still coursing through her, the evidence of her release slick between her thighs as John rocked her gently, his lips brushing softly against her face, his hands soothing her back.

“Hold me close,” she whispered, nuzzling into his chest, too exhausted to hold onto him herself, hoping he wouldn’t let go. “Never let go.”

“I’ve got you,” he breathed against her ear, his promise resonating deep within her. “Daddy’s always going to be here for you.”

As the two men held her snuggled close between their bodies, Felicity fell asleep.