LANA
Everything in me freezes up, and although I'm still so close to Joseph, it takes a moment before I can disentangle my thoughts. "There's... this isn't what you think," I blurt out, recognizing how pointless it is to say. Of course, this is what Michael probably thinks. How could it not be?
I fully expect to see Michael storm off, maybe even slam a door or two, with his anger boiling over after seeing me with his brother. Instead, he's standing in the doorway looking rather stoic.
"So. Is that the deal, then? You just like Joseph? You could have just said so, Lana," he says, his tone crisp and clear. He's hiding something under it. I can feel it.
"No…well," I stammer, quickly looking at Joseph who's now raising an eyebrow at me. "I mean, of course, I like Joseph…it's just…this was all a big mistake." I manage to pull myself away from Joseph, chewing on my bottom lip as I glance between the two of them, feeling awful. How could I have let myself get carried away like this, first with Michael and now with Joseph? I’m putting everything at risk. All the reasons I’ve held myself apart from them over the past few months are there, I’ve just been incapable of holding onto rational thought when my heart wants more. Just by standing here between them I’m risking everything, and not just this job but any potential future offers. Who would want to hire someone so unprofessional to look after their loved ones?
Even as I make the dash across the room to slip past Michael, he catches my wrist, tugging me back gently. I can't bring myself to look him in his soulful eyes, worried that he'll be able to see everything going on inside of my mind, to see past the veneer I'm positive Joseph's just cracked. Everything in me is fighting the rational side of this coin. I know how men are—didn’t Javier teach me well enough?
Michael's other hand tilts my chin up, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin, his face drawing so close. I'm breathing the air that moves between us, and nearly gasp as he closes the gap, his lips on mine, working to part them. I let my eyes flutter shut as I melt into the kiss, and try my best not to whimper as Michael slowly pulls back, sighing to himself. The walls I’ve worked so tirelessly to fix have broken yet again.
I’ve kissed two men in fewer minutes and my heart has tugged for both of them.
My patient and my employer.
Brothers.
Twins.
I feel lightheaded. What am I doing?
"So. That's what it is. You like both of us?" He says this not harshly, but matter-of-factly, as if it explains everything in a way he’s happy with.
My shoulders slump. I can't believe I'm being such an idiot, right here in front of them! What the hell is wrong with me? "I'm sorry, Michael. Joseph," I say, my eyes darting back to him on the edge of his bed. "I don’t know what’s going on with me…with this. I don't want to cause any problems."
There's a shuffle behind me as I turn to face Michael again, and Joseph slowly comes up behind me. "I don't see a problem." Warm hands graze my hips.
"Nor do I," Michael echoes softly, tilting his head.
Puzzled, I try to look at Joseph but I can't move, his mouth is leaving a hot trail of blazing fire across the nape of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I suck in the air, desperate not to pass out from so many emotions hitting me, so many nerve-endings firing off inside of me, that I almost don't receive the next kiss from Michael, who's pressing me firmly back to Joseph, Michael's tongue coaxing me into a moan.
This is so beyond anything I've ever experienced, both brothers kissing me, their hands working harmoniously to soothe me. My body is still tense, as though it hasn’t quite realized that this is an option it can accept.
I want two men.
Have I ever considered that it would be possible to be with them both? At the same time? No. That was never a thought that crossed my mind, but with Michael pinning me up against Joseph, I wrap one arm around his neck and lean back, Joseph's breathing in my ear as his hands slip around the front and under my shirt, holding my sides.
It feels right to be between them like this. Like eating strawberry and vanilla ice-cream from the same bowl. Michael's mouth trails down my jawline, and my mouth parts as I feel his cock stirring against my lower abdomen, coming to life.
It’s been so long since I felt a man’s arousal. So long since having my desires fulfilled was even a prospect. I’m hot between my legs but as fearful in my heart as I am eager. This couldn’t ever be a without strings affair. There is too much linking us. Professional relationships and friendships that have built slowly over time. Flashes of our interactions flood my mind; Joseph’s smile and dry humor, Michael’s watchfulness and caring.
In any other situation, I never would have been able to resist either for them for this long. I may have principles but I’m also a woman.
Both brothers press their hips gently against me and I can feel how hard they are, how big. It’s as daunting as it is arousing. It’s weird that I know what Joseph’s cock looks like already when his hands haven’t ever touched my breasts, when his lips have never grazed my stomach.
"Let's move this somewhere that doesn't scream hospital, shall we?" Joseph mumbles against my skin, gesturing toward the hall.
Michael pulls away, his eyes searching mine. What does he see there? Fear? Arousal? Hope? He smiles gently at whatever it is he sees and takes my hand in his prompting me to tug Joseph along after me carefully, making sure he doesn't move too fast, as we make our way into Michael's bedroom.
It's the first time I've seen it, and something downright primal rears its head inside of me when I see the satiny sheets on the California king bed fit for royalty. The air seems to crackle with an incredibly tense silence. The heat of the moment has slipped away. When the door lock clicks into place, Michael turns to face both me and Joseph.
A part of me expects him to question what the hell it is we’re doing here. Michael is the rational one. The sensible one. He’s the one who weighs the benefits and consequences of every move he makes. I’m so sure he’s going to ask if this is really what I want and if he does, he’ll open the biggest can of worms because I’m not. Every rational part of me knows this is complete madness, but for once in my life, I want to switch off the rational and go with what feels good. I want to be surrounded by the men who have become a part of my world, and give in to the desires that I’ve suppressed for so long.
I’m expecting a ‘talk’ but instead, Michael stalks toward me with determination in his eyes, coming to stand behind me and switching it up as he ghosts his mouth over my neck. Maybe he knows. Maybe he realizes that if he utters a word this who fragile situation is likely to fracture.
Chills run up and down my spine as Joseph follows along, his mouth crashing against mine with that same recklessness I recognize in him. I can’t hold in the moan that wants to escape, my legs already shaking. I want to say something—anything—but I'm so lost in the moment that I've forgotten how. Anyway, what could I say?
That we shouldn’t be doing this? I think they are both well aware of the potential repercussions and neither of them seems remotely concerned.
That I want them? I think they’re both pretty well aware of that too. I’ve put up no resistance to the most amazing kisses ever.
Someone—Michael – is pushing my pants down, a hand helping steady me as I climb out of them. Joseph's fingertips trail up my sides and around the front, slipping up to cup my breasts as his tongue slides deeper into my mouth, while Michael's holding my hips firmly in place, his warm breath prickling the skin at my neck.
My shirt is being pulled up and over my head, exposing me to both brothers, while they're pressed against me, Michael in his suit and Joseph in just his boxers, so I hardly care. I'm past the point of caring now. All I want is them.
Even with his hot, bare chest against me, Joseph manages to slip the straps of my bra down, Michael helping by unclasping it in the back.
"You are so damn beautiful," Joseph's husky voice causes me to open my eyes and look at him and the way he's holding himself carefully.
I move us over and gesture for him to sit at the edge the bed facing me, Michael's caressing the edge of my pretty panties. I thank God that it wasn’t laundry day, as Michael’s long, thick fingers graze against my pussy.
Joseph's hands caress my breasts, gently at first then squeezing harder, running his thumbs over my dark nipples. My breath catches in my throat as he leans forward and darts his tongue out at each one. I'm falling to pieces already, with Michael's fingers sliding between my legs, finding me so wet, and Joseph's mouth and hands focusing higher up.
It feels so good but I need more. I need my hands to be busy too. I reach behind me and stroke Michael through his slacks, the thickness of him taking my breath away. Not wanting to leave anyone out, I reach forward and unbutton the fly of Joseph's already tented boxers, a delicious grin lights his face as he catches me staring at his cock.
“No need to look so shocked, Lana,” he whispers, stroking my cheek. “You’ve seen it enough times to know what you were getting.”
He’s right. I have, but this is different. There is intention behind his erection this time. His body getting ready to enter mine.
I need more of both of them. Now.
Joseph lets out a hiss as I pull away, him and his brother both looking at me completely mystified as I grab a pillow and help prop it underneath him, carefully pushing him back. I turn back to face Michael. "We need to do something about these," I murmur, not bothering to wait, and untucking his button-up, pushing the white shirt off of him, and working on the zipper of the black crisply pressed slacks. They fall to his ankles and he kicks them away, his cock nearly poking out of his now unbuttoned boxer-briefs.
I push them down slowly, taking in the breathtaking view of the way his gorgeous and thick cock stands proud. Remembering Joseph, I turn around and pull his boxers down too, for good measure. His cock mirrors his brothers; hard and big enough to take my breath away.
Damn.
For a moment I’m flustered. I’m no virgin, but this is way more man that I’ve ever been faced with. Two sets of amazing abs, two gorgeously broad chests. Two sets of hands that I know will bring me so much pleasure.
Before I know it, I'm being encouraged to lay on the bed beside Joseph. He kisses my lips gently, stroking his hand over my breasts and stomach as though he’s mapping all of my womanliness.
“So sexy.” Joseph gently nuzzles my ear with his nose and brushes his thumb across my lips. “So beautiful…this mouth.” He stares at my lips, gently pulling at the plumper lower one as though he’s imagining something else. Then I get to find out exactly what he was thinking about. He rolls and slowly crawls until he’s further up the bed. I can see him wince slightly from the pain in his back but he’s moving with enough care that I’m not worried about him hurting himself. He lies so that his length is right by my face, careful not to put too much pressure on himself. I know I have to be gentle, but that just means I get to take my time. Just as I’m about to show Joseph what my lips can do, Michael spreads my thighs wide apart.
His touch is so rough I’m momentarily surprised. It’s as though he can’t bear to wait another second to get between my legs. I know how he feels. I feel frantic, antsy for his touch there, aching for the firm press of his cock at my entrance.
I stroke the soft firmness of Joseph, really wrapping my hands around him, as Michael's breath ghosts over my mound, sending chills up my spine. He’s going to lick my clit. My legs tremble with the anticipation of that first touch. My hips squirm on their accord, and I let out a breath of air I didn’t know I was holding as Michael inhales my scent.
“Mm,” he whispers against my inner thigh.
In the back of my mind, something reminds me of all the rules I’m breaking right now, but I can’t care about anything other than this exact moment. I need them and they want me and I push away all thoughts of the wrongness of an act that feels so unbelievably right.
Dragging my nails along Joseph’s shaft, I begin pumping him with both hands, the thick head of him only inches away from my mouth. I can’t hold back any longer, and I bring him to my lips, flicking my tongue against the tip and smiling as he groans loudly.
Joseph buries his hands in my hair, guiding me as I take him into my warm mouth, his heat pulsing. “Fuck yes,” he hisses.
“Be careful,” I murmur across his skin, watching him, my nursing instincts taking over. “Nice and slow, okay?”
Joseph nods slowly, putting himself in a more relaxed position.
At the other end, Michael’s slowly trailing his finger up and down, pushing past my folds and spreading me wide apart. The cool air hits my skin and makes me squirm even more. I moan around the head of Joseph while he steadies himself, Michael’s deft fingers slipping deep inside me as I do, coating themselves in my excitement as he firmly presses against my g-spot, rubbing it in wide circles from the inside. My hips move in time with him, and I’m desperate for his mouth on me.
I don’t have to wait long because as I caress Joseph, loving the sound of raw pleasure in his groans, Michael’s mouth encircles my aching clit, his pointed tongue stroking so slowly I almost can’t handle it.
“Oh fuck, oh my god,” I moan lowly, already feeling the pressure building up deep inside my belly. “Right there.”
With each lavish lick he takes, I do the same along his brother’s thick cock in my mouth, mimicking Michael. Joseph tightens his hands in my hair but I don’t care. He’s gentle in his desperation and it makes my heart ache. It’s been so long that I had almost forgotten what it feels like to get lost in another person. It almost feels like the first time all over again, or at least it’s overwhelming enough to wipe away the bad memories of the last man I gave my body to this way.
Joseph sighs as he pushes me away gently, grunting something about being close, but Michael’s not ready to give me up just yet, his mouth wet with my juices as he works me closer, my eyes fluttering shut as I grab onto Joseph’s hand tightly. Without using too much effort, he tugs at my nipple while his brother laps at my clit. It feels so amazing, and I’m thrown into overdrive, my muscles all coiling in on themselves until the pressure inside of me builds and builds. “Don’t stop,” I gasp, wanting them to know how close I am. Then it happens. White light and release as my pussy clenches and clenches in orgasm. The room is silent save for my rushed breathing. Hands caress me but I don’t know where Joseph starts and Michael ends.
“I can’t take anymore, Lana. I need to feel you around me,” Michael breathes against my thigh. There’s an urgency in his voice that I’ve not heard before. He’s usually so calm and measured and I like that he’s as frantic for this as I am.
My chin trembles as I realize he’s already lining up his thick cock, guiding it to where I’m wet and swollen.
The pressure there is delicious. My body takes time to adjust to his size, giving way slowly as he pushes his way inside me. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly and loudly, my pussy expanding beyond anything I’ve known as it accepts Michael’s cock. I throw my head back, my vision swimming from the pleasure of being so full, so stretched open.
“Does that feel good?” Joseph whispers next to me, tracing my partially opened mouth with his tongue. “Do you want him to fuck you, Lana?”
I quickly nod my head. “Yes.”
Joseph meets Michael’s gaze and nods. “Show her how it’s done, bro.”
Michael thrusts himself deeper inside of me, pushing my legs wider apart and I’m sure I’m going to come all over again very soon if he keeps it up.
Sweat beads across my forehead as Michael methodically pumps in and out of me at a controlled rhythm, holding onto my hips tightly. With Joseph’s hot and hungry mouth on mine, all I see and smell is him, but all I feel is Michael’s cock fucking me faster and faster.
“Lana,” Michael says breathlessly as he picks up the pace. “I want to feel you come on me.”
My eyes widen as Joseph’s thumb begins rubbing small frenzied circles around my clit while Michael keeps thrusting against me. So many times I’ve gotten close to coming from penetrative sex but there’s never been enough to get me over the edge, but the way Joseph can touch me while his brother fucks me is different. It’s perfect pressure and I almost don’t believe that it’s possible for me to come again and like this.
I hear a frenzied cry and it takes me a moment to realize it’s me. I’m so close…so desperately close and then I’m sailing away of wave after wave of pleasure, eyes scrunched closed, tiny pinpricks of light dotting my vision as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. Michael practically roars as he slams home once, twice more, before he shoots his release deep inside of me.
“Perfect, baby. That’s it,” Joseph mumbles against my ear.
It takes minutes for me to come around. Michael is now lying on one side of me and Joseph on the other. Their hands brush over my skin so gently I get a lump in my throat. Michael’s breathing still hasn’t slowed but Joseph is calm. Waiting for his turn.
I don’t want him to do anything to set back his recovery, but maybe if I do all the work, he’ll be fine. I roll onto my side. “You wanna feel me, Joe?” I ask him.
He grins his signature smile, part angel part devil. “Yes ma’am,” he says. He goes to move but I press on his shoulder. “You get to lie there and enjoy the ride, Joe.”
I’m thinking that he might object. I get the feeling that he likes to be in control, but instead, he puts his hands behind his head as though he’s going to enjoy letting me take charge.
“Let me feel you move,” he says softly, as I straddle his hips and position him. It’s a soft slide onto his cock and his eyes flutter shut. I roll my hips gently, careful not to jar him in any way. His thighs contract beneath my ass and Michael’s hands grip my hips, helping me to move smoothly.
There is something so mesmerizing about holding this rhythm, watching Joseph’s cheeks flush and his chest rise and fall rapidly as he gets closer. My clit is too sensitive for me to come again, but just doing this, feeling him swelling inside me feels so unbelievably good that I don’t care.
“You feel amazing,” Joe says gruffly, reaching up to pinch at my nipples, making me buck a little harder and faster. He groans then as if that little extra was what he needed to get him closer.
“You gonna come?” I ask him softly, continuing to move the way he likes it.
“Yeah, baby,” he gasps. His abs seize, raising him off the bed into a curl as he comes. His fingers grip my thighs hard enough to hurt, but I don’t care. All my focus is on Joseph and his pleasure.
“That’s it,” Michael says from behind me. His hands move to caress my breasts, my arms, my hips. And for a few moments more, I enjoy being here, between two gorgeous men who are so concerned with my enjoyment and my comfort in a way I’ve never known before. I revel in the release of this experience, knowing that like most good things in life, it can’t be anything more than a fleeting moment of perfection. I lay between Michael and Joseph and feel safe for the first time in years. I wait until their breathing changes to the soft inhale and exhale of the sleeping. Then I rise carefully, gather my clothes and leave it all behind.
In a few hours, Olivia will be home. Joseph will need nurse Lana and things will have to go back to how they were.
And before I know it, I’ll be moving on to a new patient and all of this will just have to remain a beautiful memory, no matter how hard it will be.