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I lie there as Nathan keeps his mouth on my neck, steadying his breathing. Vincent crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, and Nathan takes that as his cue to take a break. He pulls a cigarette from the pack on the bureau and lights it up. I like to watch Nathan smoke. He eyes me as smoke drifts from his mouth and Vincent starts kissing my neck.
I hold my hand out and motion for Nathan to come closer then wrap my fingers around his wrist when he’s within reach.
“Don’t burn yourself,” he says. But I already feel burned, in a way.
“OH!” I suddenly shout as Vincent pushes his way inside of me. My body seems to lift from the bed altogether, and my hand leaves Nathan’s wrist for the moment. Why do I feel like I need Nathan right now?
“Oh, Isadora,” Vincent breathes my name over my shoulder. He keeps his face in my neck and touches my breasts and there’s a kind of infant need involved. I wrap my arms around him as Nathan gazes down at me, and I can tell he wants to take me, but he practices his patience and goes to the foot of the bed and finishes his cigarette as Vincent finishes off inside of me.
My release is too short-lived, too quick, and I sigh and rest my head on Vincent’s shoulder. I want more, and this time I want Nathan’s cock in me. I gently press against Vincent’s shoulder and he moves to the side, allowing room for me to crawl over Nathan. He has this sexy stand-offish look in his eyes and blows smoke in my face. I slap him for it, but it’s a playful kind of slap.
The moment our mouths clash we fall together hard, a heady wanton desire lingering over us, but there’s a look of fierce determination in Nathan’s eye; he’s going to make me work for it. He wants me to prove how much I want him. How much I need him. He’s switching the game up.
“I want you so bad,” I say, moving my hand down his heavenly body to his cock, which is ready for me. I turn over so I’m on my hands and knees. I want him all over me. But Nathan remains at the foot of the bed, with a lost puppy dog look in his eyes.
“Nathan, please,” I say, on my back now, legs parted with the most sincere invitation he could ever receive.
“Please…” I’m begging for him. I have a need like I’ve never known before.
He lay his body over mine, his shaggy hair is tangled and his stubble is against my cheek as his fingers caress my skin.
“Can’t it just be us? I need you, Isadora.” His voice is needy and raspy. It gets me so wet it soaks his fingertips as he traces my slit. He can tell how much I want him, which is more than any time before. Vincent is watching, and while Nathan’s eyes were flooded with jealousy and male determination to satisfy me, Vincent looks sad. His heart is shattered, and I can see all the little broken pieces of it in his eyes, shattering each time Nathan thrusts into me.
“Oh!” I hook my arm around Nathan; he’s really going for it good, and there’s the good pain involved.
“Hurt me,” I tell him. “Tear me apart.” He grinds harder and faster. I wrap my arm tighter around his back, and I have the sudden need to tell him I love him. I need him, but I also need Vincent, and it hurts me to see him hurt. I reach out for Vincent, and he gets on the bed. He doesn’t make me wait and his hands are on me instantly, like he knows how much I crave him, but at that second Nathan delivers a very successful thrust and I come, writhing about on the bed.
“Oh god…oh…” Nathan falls to my side and I roll over, but his hand never stops touching, caressing, feeling me.
“I want her,” Vincent demands. Nathan moves across the room, and Vincent takes his place on the bed.
He turns me over and gazes at me.
“Are you tired, sweetheart?” he asks. When I shake my head, he seems surprised. Maybe the boys have underestimated my sex drive, but I can keep going. I sit up and kiss Vincent tenderly, the way I did that night he took me out to the garden, and he wooed me and did his thing. Nathan is sitting over on the chair, his cock and balls free for the audience to see, and he has his face in his hands and looks so vulnerable. He’s beautiful, and I wish I could have a painting of him in that moment to hang on my wall forever.
