“Dario will be out late, but even if he did walk in, would ye really care?” Arran questioned.
“Maybe he could join us,” Cal tormented and I found myself moaning at the image that created in my head. All three of them? I could totally get on board with that.
“See, Cara? Ye’ve nothin’ to fear here. All any of us want is to take care of ye. Now answer Cal. Ye gonna show us that sexy little body?”
I took a deep breath, relieved when it only came out a little shaky, then looked to Cal and nodded.
“Take them off,” I agreed, knowing Cal wanted me to use words. “Please.”
I didn’t know what hit me harder – nerves or excitement – when both sets of hands gripped around my waist, Cal rolling my shorts and underwear down, and Arran pulling my t-shirt up and off. They both tossed my clothes aside then seemed to look down at me in sync.
I was laid out across Arran’s lap, my legs hanging between his off of the edge of the sofa, Cal on his knees before me. I glanced between them as they looked me up and down and wondered what they saw. My body was too thin, my boobs too small. My skin was so pale, having rarely, if ever, seen the sun. Arran had called me sexy, but I was pretty sure I was far from it.
Suddenly I felt so self-conscious. I was completely naked, with the lights on. They could both see every inch of me – every scar, every imperfection. And they were both still fully dressed.
“Cara?”
My gaze shot up to Cal at the sound of his voice, and every part of me tensed, sure he was going to tell me to cover back up.
“Sorry,” I whispered as I moved my hand from Arran’s arm and tried to cover my chest.
“The only thing ye’ve te be sorry for, lass, is tryin’ to hide from us,” Arran uttered. His hand landed on my hip and smoothed down my skin there, soothing some of my anxiety with just the simple touch.
“We want to see every inch of you, babe. You’re beautiful, just like we knew you would be.” Cal told me as his face filled with lust.
His gaze dropped to my breasts as I shakily lowered my arm. Arran continued his teasing touch on my hip as he also resumed gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder.
I’d closed my eyes again, but they shot open when Cal’s hot mouth closed around my left nipple and toyed with it. I was a writhing mess between them, sensations consuming me that I had never known before.
“More,” I breathed, as the need inside me built to an almost unbearable level.
“Put yer hands behind my neck, wee one. Clasp them together and keep them there. I’ll bet Cal’s desperate fer a taste of ye,” Arran told me, and a shiver ricocheted through me as I looked between them.
“Do as Arran said for us,” Cal told me as he lifted his head and met my slightly worried gaze.
“Y-you want that?” I asked nervously.
“I’ve been dreaming about the way you’d taste and the sounds you’d make for me for weeks. I want it.”
I nodded and did as Arran had told me, reaching my hands up so my arms were against his shoulders, my hands clasped together at the back of his neck.
“If only you knew how beautiful you look when you follow our directions so perfectly,” Cal uttered as he watched me.
“It feels good,” I admitted. “I like doing what you tell me to do.”
“Aye. We know. That’s why yer perfect for us,” Arran assured me.
He reached around and kissed me hard and fast, then he was moving where I sat on his lap, lifting me and placing me further down towards his knees.
“Lay back into Arran and put your feet on the edge of the sofa cushion for me, gorgeous,” Cal told me. I did as he said, but it felt awkward. Arran’s legs were spread wide enough that when I propped my feet on the edge, I was giving Cal a full view.
Sitting up on his knees, Cal braced his hands on the sofa either side of me, then leaned in to suck one nipple into his mouth.
“Stop thinkin’ so hard now, darlin’. It’s okay to relax and enjoy this. If, at any time, ye feel uncomfortable, ye just say ‘stop’ and everything will stop. Yer safe with us,” Arran reminded me.
Both of his hands moved up and down my sides, caressing me so slowly and softly as Cal gently toyed with my nipples.
My nerves didn’t disappear, but they softened—bleeding into something warmer and needier as Arran and Cal took their time, patiently bringing me back to that place where all I could think about was them, and the need within me that wanted everything they could give.
