She Taste So Good

POV: Sienna

The rich scent of cedar and expensive cologne still lingers heavily in the air between us, doing catastrophic damage to my already frayed nerves. The sudden, pulsing sensation of intense awareness continues to rush through my veins, leaving me frozen near the hotel room desk.

"Did you do any exploring around the city last night?" Javier asks. His deep voice vibrates in the small space of the room. His dark eyes boldly roam down the length of my body, tracing my curves under my modest dress. The blatant visual perusal sends a wave of heat rushing straight to my cheeks.

I nervously clear my throat, gripping the strap of my work bag to ground myself. "No," I admit openly, forcing myself to look away from his penetrating stare. "I was far too exhausted from the flight. I only managed to order some room service, take a short nap, and meticulously review the employment contract."

Evander steps forward, flashing a devastating smile that makes my pulse skip a beat. He holds out a warm blueberry bagel wrapped in a crisp white napkin. "I sincerely hope today will be much more fun for you."

My stomach gives a quiet rumble at the sweet scent. I take the pastry from his hand, murmuring my thanks. Blueberry is my favorite. I take a hesitant bite. The warm, fresh flavor bursts on my tongue, sweet and comforting. It is so delicious that I involuntarily close my eyes, letting out a soft moan of pure appreciation.

When I flutter my eyes open, the ambient noise in the hotel room has vanished. It is deathly quiet. The hum of the air conditioner seems to fade away into the background. Evander’s dark, intensely focused gaze is fixated directly onto my glossed lips. He watches my mouth as I chew, his expression predatory.

He takes a deliberate step toward me. Without a single rational thought, my body reacts on pure instinct. I rapidly back away to put space between us.

Instead of finding an escape, I instantly collide straight back into a massive, rock-solid wall. I gasp, my back hitting Javier’s broad chest. I didn't even hear him step behind me.

Javier’s large, warm hands immediately come up. They settle heavily onto the curve of my waist to physically steady me in place. His possessive grip sends electrical tingles shooting directly across my hips, rooting my feet to the floor.

Evander closes the remaining distance between us. He reaches up with a large hand, gently stroking the soft skin of my burning cheek with his thumb.

"You are so beautiful, Sienna. Please don't shy away from us," he murmurs softly. His voice is thick with raw, undisguised desire.

Trapped between their massive frames, I don't feel suffocated. I don't feel claustrophobic. I feel hopelessly drawn to Evander's gravitational pull, while Javier’s heavy hands resting firmly on my waist feel like an anchoring comfort on my burning body.

Evander deliberately dips his head down. He forcefully captures my lips with his.

I instantly melt against him. I weakly wrap a trembling arm around the thick column of his neck as he parts my lips effortlessly. His hot, wet tongue confidently slips deep into my mouth. He thoroughly explores my taste, tracing the roof of my mouth and sliding his tongue along mine. The kiss is deep, wet, and intimate.

It is my very first real kiss. The core of my body instantaneously ignites. A pooling, tingly warmth floods directly between my thighs. My arousal is sudden and sharp. I never knew a physical reaction like this existed.

I finally manage to break the intense suction of the kiss. I pull my mouth away reluctantly, leaving a visible smear of my pink lipstick brazenly painted across his mouth. His blue eyes hold a dark, heavy, starving longing.

"She tastes so good, Javier. You should taste her," Evander says. His voice drops into a low, raspy growl. He deliberately raises his thumb, slowly rubbing the smeared pink lipstick directly over his own plush lips.

Before my racing mind or fluttering stomach can process the filth of the statement, Javier takes control. His massive hand smoothly slides directly over the flat plane of my stomach. He grips me tightly, forcefully pressing my back flush against the hard, rigid length of his erection straining against his trousers.

He brings his large mouth crashing down onto mine. He kisses me with the exact same ravenous, starving intensity Evander just demonstrated. His tongue immediately invades my mouth, dominating my senses, tasting of rich coffee and dark intent. He sucks on my lower lip, his tongue sliding deep inside to taste the lingering sweetness Evander left behind.

If Javier isn't holding my waist so securely against his solid frame, my knees would give out. I would melt straight onto the carpeted floor in a puddle.

When I pull my face back, I am breathless, panting heavily, and wildly flushed from head to toe. The intoxicating, masculine scent of dark amber surrounds my senses. Beneath my dress, my panties are soaked with slick wetness. The moisture pools heavy against my sensitive folds. I am horrifyingly sure these two experienced men know exactly what they have done to me. The firm friction of Javier's rigid cock pressing against my backside only makes my core throb harder.

"Too bad we have to go to the office soon. There is so much more I wanted to do to you," Evander abruptly breaks the heavy silence. His eyes are dark with unfulfilled lust.

"Later," Javier adds in a low, gravelly promise. He leans down, pressing his hot lips directly against the sensitive skin of my neck. A full-body shiver rips straight through my spine.

He loosens his vice-like grip on my waist. He smirks, gently suggesting I go into the bathroom to quickly refresh myself before we leave for work.

"Sienna, sweetheart, I promise you, if you keep that smeared pink lipstick on your mouth, you won't even make it to work today," Evander winks playfully, yet his tone is dead serious.

Flushing crimson, I forcefully tear myself away from them. I rush straight into my bedroom, pressing my back flat against the closed wooden door. I clutch my chest, desperately trying to steady my racing, ragged breaths.

Holy fucking hell. They both just kissed me.

A part of me is appalled at myself for being so unprofessional. But the worst part is that I want more.

I lean my hot cheek against the cool wood of the door. The low, rumbling timbre of their deep voices effortlessly drifts through the thin walls from the other room.

"I told you she is amazing," Evander says smoothly.

"I didn't doubt you for a second, but she is just so young, man. Do you really, honestly think she can mentally handle a complex situation like this?" Javier mutters back. His sharp intuition accurately guesses that despite all my high-level academic accomplishments, I have likely never even been intimately touched by a single man before, let alone multiple men at once.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind having someone who hasn't been molded to a traditional, boring standard. Besides, nothing about us is traditional," Evander replies confidently, before the sound of his heavy footsteps moves out of earshot.

Deeply confused and panting, I slowly back away from the door. What specific situation? What have I gotten myself into?

Maybe they are actual vampires. I snort aloud at the ridiculous thought, momentarily remembering my wild, fictional childhood fantasies of lucky girls with multiple, dangerous lovers. Their dark energy and imposing sizes make those old stories feel disturbingly real in my mind.

Overhearing my brother's brief, boring, unenthusiastic sexual encounters through the walls at home had long kept me turned off from exploring actual sex. I had touched myself once or twice in the past, but never found real satisfaction. I simply assumed the entire act was overrated. But the raw, visceral, magnetic connection I physically feel with these two massive men is different from anything I have ever imagined. It is terrifying, yet overwhelmingly arousing to my core.

How in the hell will I make it through the workday knowing the heavy, dark promise of 'later' hangs thick in the air between us? For some stupid, reckless reason, I want to be touched by their massive hands again. I desperately want to feel that intense, melting feeling between my thighs again.

I want them.