Taken by Two(16)

Rex returned, without saying anything about Nate, and began his lesson on cleaning guns and preparing them for storage. I fought the urge to ask questions, instead completing my lesson to his satisfaction.



Hours later, Nate emerged from his room and sat across from me in the living room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…I asked him if you’d want to…” He held a hand up to stop me. “No, I was being stupid. I hate target shooting. I felt jealous at you two being together doing something he loves and I don’t. I was jealous…of both of you, really.”

I placed my hand on his knee as he leaned in closer. “This isn’t exactly the way things normally go when falling in love, is it?”

“Are you in love with me, Penny?” His steel blue eyes stared into mine, waiting.

“Yes.”

“And him too?”

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

“I’m in love with you both,” he said, his hands raking through his hair. “Uncharted territory in so many ways, I guess some growing pains are to be expected?”

“He spoke to you?” I was desperate to know what happened between the two men.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, a secretive smile crossing his lips.

“And?” I asked, yearning for more.

“And, we’re all good. Plus, he reminded me that I have things to teach you, too. Things that I’m better at, like hand to hand combat.”

“What?” I nearly fell off the couch.

“We both agree that to keep you safe, we have to teach you the skills to take care of yourself. It’s tough out there, babe—we want to know that we’ve given you everything we have to give. It’s important, Penny.”

His words still rang in my ears… Hand to hand combat—so much for my manicure!





Chapter Six





That afternoon, after the guns were cleaned and Maria served lunch, I sat on the edge of Nate’s bed as the two men stood in front of me. I was nervous—the primal look in Rex’s eyes, the lustful need in Nate’s, told me they wanted me. “Undress, Penny,” Rex said with a snap of his finger. I stood, taking my new clothes off slowly and carefully laying them on the side of the bed. Rex loved the slow undress, and judging by the bulge forming in Nate’s jeans, he did too.

“I have a challenge for you, Princess,” Rex said. “Kneel in front of us.” I did as he asked. “If you can make us both come at the same time, using your hands and mouth only, then we’ll reward you with both of our tongues, at the same time, making you come.” Nate licked his lips and glanced over to Rex—he craved us both. “But,” Rex continued, “if we don’t come together, then you won’t be touched. Not by us, not by yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gulped.

My hands shook as I reached up to open the button-fly of Rex’s soft jeans. Nate looked on lustily as I slowly pulled out Rex’s thick cock, hardening as I stroked it. Experience with these men had taught me that Rex was a slow burner, his passion building in intensity with time, whereas Nate was more of a firecracker—bursting into multiple explosions without tiring. Since the challenge was to make them come at the same time, I decided to pleasure Rex until Nate couldn’t take it much longer. The tip of my hungry tongue toyed with Rex’s shaft, running along the piercings that ran across it, as he lengthened.

Nate groaned, his fingers brushing across his hard cock, uncomfortably contained in his snug jeans. “It has to be all her, bro,” Rex said, nodding to Nate’s fingers. Nate bit his lip, his face lifting toward the ceiling in an attempt to not watch the erotic display of me licking Rex’s enormous cock. “Well played, Pen,” Nate grunted as he gave up on the idea of not watching—the pull was too strong. His lusty eyes fed on Rex’s cock being pleasured, my fingers stroking the swollen ridge emerging from the underside of his scrotum. Rex’s muscled legs braced in a V, he was getting close to release. I reached for Nate’s fly, unzipping his jeans and reaching into the soft cotton of his underwear to free his desperate cock. “So ready,” I mumbled. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to speak, but technically Rex said using my hands and my mouth—he didn’t say in what capacity. I loved the physical differences between my two men—Rex was raw, natural, rough, whereas Nate was refined, smooth, groomed.

I kept my left hand grasped tightly to Rex’s throbbing cock as I turned my oral attention to Nate’s long, smooth cock—after a quick lick to his impeccably groomed balls. Nate was leaking salty fluid from his tip—it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge. I sucked him in rhythm until he was on the brink before moving my yearning tongue back to Rex, sucking him quickly down my throat the way he liked. I felt Nate twitch in my hands, and I knew it was time. I pulled Rex’s cock, now hard as an iron bar, from my throat and let it rest just beyond my outstretched tongue. With both hands firmly stroking my two beautiful cocks, I let them both come all over my tongue—their orgasms so close they nearly rubbed the heads of their spewing cocks against each other.

I licked my lips before licking each man’s spent fluid from their tips, craving more of them, but desperate to be allowed to come. “Well done, Princess,” Rex’s deep voice said washing over me. “On the bed, legs open, up against the pillows. I want you to be able to watch.” I scurried to rest against the headboard, my neglected pussy dripping wet. Rex nodded to Nate, who crawled up to rest his head on my right thigh, his delicate nose sniffing at the scent of my arousal. “Go ahead,” Rex growled as he positioned himself on the bed, against my left leg. “She’s so fucking sweet,” Nate said after the first swipe of his warm tongue along the delicate flesh of my pussy, his words vibrating against my engorged clit. The two men were side by side, I struggled to open wide enough for two faces until they decided to toss my legs over their shoulders, mercilessly opening me to their assault.

The two teased me, licking, flicking, penetrating, and sucking while I watched, being reminded more than once to open my eyes and enjoy the show. Rex’s undiscriminating tongue licked me from my top to my virgin bottom, toying with me before moving back up to brush past Nate’s tongue on my clit. Tongues together, as one, they licked at each side of my hard, swollen clit until I shook with pleasure. Still clenching, I begged them to fuck me—I needed to be filled. Nate’s always-ready cock slammed into me, driving me to endless pleasure as Rex’s tongue continued to mercilessly toy with my sensitive clit. When Nate was finished, Rex took over, fighting exhaustion to have me one more time.



We spent the week together, each night ending in three tangled, satisfied bodies sharing Nate’s bed. I was sad the following week as Rex got ready to go back into the jungle. “I’m gonna miss you,” I pouted as Rex gathered the last of his gear. He set down his heavy backpack, and turned to me. “I’ll miss you like crazy, sweet Princess,” he kissed me. “But I’ve got to work. Thanks to you, this group arrived flawlessly and happy—happy until I tear them down,” he winked. “Keep running the office for me, and I’ll keep in touch the best I can.” I nodded, “I have some ideas for the next group’s arrivals—I was thinking we could bring them to Medellin instead of Bogotá, save ground transport time and money.” He smiled wide—that was the sort of detail work he hated. “I thought of that a while back, but the arrival lounge at Medellin is a bit ghetto.” I grinned—I loved working with Rex. It kept my boredom at bay, and I felt useful, needed for the first time. And, I was actually good at it. “Yes, but you are going to rent your own arrival lounge—a plush one that I’ll help you put together affordably. It’s still far cheaper than bringing them into Bogotá.” He reached for my chin, lowering his face to mine. “You’re smart, Penny. How did I live without you?” We kissed goodbye as Nate walked in.

“Okay, Rex, Rodrigo has the van loaded with the gear, and the new recruits are headed to base camp. Kick ass and take names, man.” Rex pulled on his heavy backpack and walked toward the door as we followed. “Have fun, my babies, but her virgin ass remains untouched, promise?” Nate nodded with a smirk. Rex’s wide palm cupped the side of my face as he leaned in for one last kiss on my forehead. I expected him to give Nate his standard rustling of the hair and pat on the back, but instead he repeated the exact same gesture with Nate—palm of his hand to the side of Nate’s angelic face, a quick peck of a kiss on his flawless forehead. Before we could process what just happened, he was gone.

We stared at the closed door for several long minutes. Nate eventually spoke, his fingers still on his forehead in the place Rex’s lips had been. “Holy shit, did that just happen?” he asked incredulously. I nodded, unable to speak. “I’m never washing my forehead again,” he joked.

Nate and I spent the week having sex, playing Xbox, having more sex, and training for the new badass-Penelope that the men wanted me to be. I was bruised from Nate trying to teach me how to escape from restraints. Unlike the shooting, I wasn’t a natural at it in any way. Rex called twice, and it sounded like his week was going smoothly, without the complications I caused during his last survival course.