CHAPTER 3

Lily

My eyes opened to warm sunlight sifting from the window into the dimness of the room.I blinked and wondered where I was and how I had gotten there.And then I remembered.

An apartment.On the beach.With two very, very hot young dragon guys that I'd met in the park.And one of them…I gasped and bolted up on the bed.One of them knew Mark!

I settled down and rubbed my head.Alex and Jake hadn't tried anything with me.Jake especially seemed sensitive to the way I was feeling, and Alex was as shocked about my relationship with Mark as I was by his past with Mark.When I fell into bed last night, I drifted off to sleep thinking how I couldn't get over how Mark and Alex were actually fellow gang members.How had it worked out that I escaped from Mark and ended up with someone that he knew in a past that he'd never even mentioned to me?Mark had always been reluctant to talk about some parts of his past; he'd only brought up in passing that he'd come from a rough neighborhood and pulled himself up to where he was.That was meant to impress me, to show me that he was a take-charge Alpha dragon, that he had his claws and tail out and knew how to use them and get whatever he wanted.That included vulnerable human women — and there were none more vulnerable than I was.

Mark had made me his territory from the beginning.And now his territory had gotten away from him.I imagined what he must be thinking and how he must be feeling this morning.His Drake metabolism had taken care of the hangover, I was sure. But his Drake pride had to have been stung when he realized I'd flown from the nest.

Well, let him feel that way, I thought.I couldn't possibly have stung him any worse than all the times he'd hurt me in the past two years.And now, I was with two other Drakes who'd made me believe they wouldn't repeat that experience.From Jake and Alex, I believed I'd feel no pain.And just maybe, with their help, I actually could reclaim my life — such as it was.

All I'd ever wanted to do was play the piano.All I'd ever asked was to have a career, a real, genuine career in music, which I loved more than anything else.And what had I gotten instead?Gigs that didn't run long enough, people who didn't want to pay me half the time, bad jobs that barely covered the gaps.And a man who I thought would make everything better, who just made everything hurt.

Perhaps I should have done something different with my music.I wanted to be a recording artist or a concert pianist.Perhaps I should have gone into commercial work.Everything might have been different then.It would have paid better, even gotten my work onto television.But it was so competitive.I didn't want to compete.I just wanted to play.Perhaps that was my mistake.And maybe I could correct that mistake now.If I looked for commercial work, it wouldn't be as public as the work that I really wanted.It would be more anonymous.Mark would have no way of knowing what I was doing.I should just swallow my artistic pride and go that route, I thought.

But for now, I just wanted to play.And in the living room of Jake's uncle's apartment was the perfect outlet for my desire.

Wearing just a T-shirt and sweatpants, I quietly made my way out to the living room.I didn't know what kind of hours Jake and Alex kept, and whether they would be up now.But I decided to be a little discreet about my appearance.There in the living room, I found what I was most happy to see last night. My heart warmed at the sight of it — big and black and polished, with its bench in front of it.Thank you, Uncle Robert, I thought wistfully at the sight of his piano.

Whatever was going on in my life, my troubles would always melt away during the time that I spent caressing a keyboard and bringing something beautiful out of the instrument, making notes dance in the air.I sat down on the bench and let just my fingertips touch the keys, carefully, just for the feeling of it.No notes or chords sounded.I just wanted the sweet familiarity of touching the keyboard with the promise of a song.I needed to play something, but my two hosts weren't there, and I assumed they must still be in bed.I didn't want to disturb them, but I needed so badly to bring some music from the piano — and from myself.What should I play?Something that didn't need to be loud or fast, which might jarringly wake the two young Drakes who'd been so kind to me.Something soft and gentle, something with not an attitude but just a mood.There was one thing I could think of that fit the moment perfectly.

Beethoven's Piano Sonata Number 8–the "Pathetique Sonata."I went right into the most familiar part of it.It was slow and beautiful, but melancholy; a lovely thing that sounded like sorrow mixed with hope, which was exactly the kind of place where my heart found itself this morning.I had left pain and fear behind me when I slipped away from Mark's penthouse and went out into uncertainty and anxiety, only to find hope in the form of Jake and Alex.That's what the Pathetique Sonata meant to me now, my scared and heavy heart journeying into hope.Years ago, Billy Joel quoted the melody that I was now playing as the refrain in his song, "This Night."He turned it into a doo-wop song, obviously taking liberties with Beethoven.Playing it in its pure form now put everything in my heart out into the air of my luxurious new surroundings.I just closed my eyes and played what was in me.

It felt so good to play, even if it was only for myself.I got lost in the melody and in the motions of my fingers along the keyboard and up and down on the keys.It was a sensuous thing.When I played, I felt as if I were becoming what I was playing.It could have gone on forever…

…except that soon, I had the feeling that I wasn't alone.I was overtaken by a feeling of someone else occupying the space that, at first, belonged only to the music and me.I stopped playing, halting the music in mid-melody.I opened my eyes again and saw the reflections of two figures in muted tones in the polished wood of the piano — my own, and another right behind me.

I whirled around and blinked to find Jake Hudson standing there, dressed in nothing but a thong.Knowing Drake men as I did, I knew he must have just rolled out of bed nude and put on the thong just for my benefit.Nearly naked, Jake was a heart-stopping, breathtaking sight.I thought he was one of the handsomest things I'd ever seen last night, when I saw him fully dressed.Now, with nothing covering any part of his body but that pouch enclosing his penis and the slender string encircling him just at the edge of his pubic hair, he was absolutely stunning.Perfectly groomed, sandy brown-blond hair crowned his head.A short growth of unshaven beard shadowed his square jaw.Dark hazel eyes peered out of a face that would have been boyishly good-looking if not for the scruff of his beard.The body was all lean muscle.The beautifully cut pecs were perfectly haired, and a dusting of hair cascaded down his lower abs to where his pubes started.His heroically muscled legs were hair-dusted as well.And enclosed in the pouch of that thong was a member that filled it to a generous bulge.I had never heard of an unattractive Drake man, but Jake was surely the very model of male Drake beauty.

"Don't stop," he said, smiling warmly."That was good."

Mildly embarrassed, I glanced back at the piano for a second and replied, "I couldn't resist.Your uncle's piano being out here was the first thing I thought of when I woke up.Does he play?"

"A little," said Jake."I think he has it here mostly because it looks good.You could give him lessons."

I smiled at the compliment.It felt good to smile.I'd had too little reason to smile lately."Thank you.I just felt this urge to play, and I wanted to play something that wasn't too loud.I didn't want to disturb you or Alex."I gazed over his shoulder."Is Alex up yet?Where…?"

Jake rubbed the back of his neck."Alex is probably on his morning flight.We usually have a morning flight together.For some reason, I overslept and he didn't bother to wake me up.He'll be back soon."

"Oh," I said."I never asked what you guys like in music.People think classical music like what I was playing is prehistoric, and they don't pay any attention to jazz, which is what I play most."

"That was Beethoven, wasn't it?"

His question made me smile a little more broadly."Yes, it was.You recognized it?"

"Well, from being around Uncle Robert I picked up a couple of things.Not that I can play like you, or even like him.But you get exposed to stuff."

"Right," I said.

"You mind if I join you?" Jake asked.

My heart felt as if it had suddenly tripped over a bump in a rug or a crack in the sidewalk at that.He'd just asked to sit that achingly gorgeous, almost nude body down on the stool beside me, as if it were nothing.Of course, to him, being a Drake, it was nothing.Drake males had no shame about their bodies, and no reason for it.Nature had gifted them not only with a second, reptilian body, but with exquisite human forms.

"No, I don't mind," I said, and I slid over to one side of the stool to make room for him.Jake sat down next to me, putting that exquisiteness within less than an arm's length from me.My pulse quickened a bit.

"You really are good," said Jake.

"Thank you," I replied, blushing a bit.I looked away from his handsomeness, but only for a second.Jake's face was far too handsome not to look at."When I left Mark's penthouse, I didn't know when I'd have another chance to sit down at a keyboard.I had a portable electric piano that I took with me when I moved in there.Mark didn't have a piano."

"I'm not surprised," said Jake, cocking an eyebrow and smiling crookedly."He's not someone I'd think of as a cultured guy."

Sighing, I said, "No, me neither.But he let me bring my little electric piano with me when I moved in with him.When I left — when I snuck out while he was drunk — I had to travel light because I wasn't even sure where I was going.Leaving Mark, I didn't shed a tear.But my piano was the most precious thing that I had.I cried over that.Mark would have no use for it, but there were times when that piano was like the only friend I had."

Sorrow crept into my voice.I lowered my head and stared at the piano keys in front of me.Reflexively, Jake reached over and touched me on my shoulder.It was the kind of thing you'd naturally do to comfort someone who was sad and hurting.When he did it, at first, it felt so good, so warm, especially because Jake was so beautiful.But then I was seized with the thought, He's touching me!Because of Mark, I'd learned to associate touch not with warmth and gentleness, but with pain and being controlled.Gasping, I whipped my face around to shoot Jake a look of sudden alarm.

Jake instantly realized what must be happening, and quickly pulled his hand away.His face reddened slightly.He was quietly mortified at himself."Lily…oh, I'm sorry.I wasn't thinking."

Sharing his mortified feeling, frustrated that I would feel shock instead of gentleness at his touch, I said, "It's all right.It's not your fault.You're not him."

"No, but I should have known better," said Jake.

"You're the kind of guy who does know better," I said."You'd never do the things he did.You've never hurt a girl in your life, have you?"

"I don't think I have," Jake replied.

Creasing my lips a bit, I said, "I can tell.You've only ever been good to women.You're the way that a man ought to be.Not like Mark.Do you know what he used to tell me?"

"What?"

Sadly remembering, I said, "When I moved my little piano into his place, he said it didn't go with his decor, but he'd put up with it.Like he was the Drake version of Nate Berkus or something.Right then, I should have known what I was in for.The little criticisms and digs started as soon as I was in the door.Mark would tell me that he was the only audience I'd ever need from then on.I didn't have to play for anyone else but him, and I'd never want for anything again as long as I had him.He had this way of making me feel good when what he was really doing was owning me.And sometimes, he'd have people over and ask me to play something for him and his guests.I always felt like he was putting me up on display, like his own personal museum piece.It made me uncomfortable sometimes, but I did it."

"He used you to entertain his friends, huh?"

Frowning, I said, "Yes, there were these guys who would come over sometimes.They were other Drakes.There was something about them that made me nervous.You know how, sometimes, some people will just get your hackles up and give you a creepy kind of tingle?These guys were like that.I had this feeling that there was something about them that was trouble.It was like they didn't belong in a penthouse, or any other place where there was cultured society, you know?Like…like…"And I stopped myself, realizing what I was implying."Jake, I'm sorry.I forgot about…"

"What — Drake gangs, like the one Mark and Alex were in?You can say it.Listen, Alex was never a crook and never got in trouble."He paused and considered."Well, almost never.But he was never a crook.You thought there was something ‘off' about the guys that Mark hung with, though…?"

"Definitely.Something about them wasn't right.They never talked about anything shady when I was around, or when they knew I was there.But there were these hushed conversations, and times when they'd shut up when they saw me.I always tried to dismiss it, because I didn't know anything about that part of Mark's past, and as far as I was concerned Mark was this upstanding, go-getting young executive on his way up.Why would he be associated with shady characters?But I always wondered about him being friends with people like that.Once I asked him about them, who they were."I shut my eyes, my brow creasing and my jaw clenching."That was one of the first times…"

When I couldn't go on with that thought, Jake finished for me."One of the first times he turned on you?"

I nodded yes and shut my eyes tighter, squeezing thin tears from them.

My voice cracking, I said, "That first time, I got the back of his dragon hand and a slap from his tail, it was so shocking. He knocked me across the room.And he looked at me, sprawled out and shocked on the floor, and he went back to human and looked like a scared little boy.He came to me and picked me up and held me.He told me he didn't mean it and said how sorry he was.And I forgave him.The man who'd taken me in, acted like he cared for me, wanted to give me a decent life — it must have been an accident.Mark couldn't really be like that, or so I told myself.It would never happen again."I opened my teary eyes again."But it did.It kept happening.And I had to face the fact that it wouldn't stop."

Jake watched me wipe my tears away.I could sense that he wanted to wipe them for me, but he was respecting my boundaries."But you had the strength to get yourself out of there, finally."

Nodding, I said, "It was either get out or…," and I shuddered to think it, "…something worse would happen sooner or later.Mark is a Drake, and sooner or later he'd forget his strength, and I'd get something worse than a beating and a whipping.Sooner or later, it was coming, I knew.When he got so drunk that he couldn't think and he passed out, that was my chance.I'd been preparing for some time when he couldn't stop me, and there it was.I had everything I could carry all packed up.I left some of the clothes he'd bought me.And I left my little piano.And I just got myself out of there."

"Damn him," said Jake.

"Maybe he'll get himself some other toy," I said, then reconsidered my thought."I shouldn't wish that on any other woman.Forget I said that."

"Forget him," Jake said firmly.

"I wish I could."

"It'll get easier."

There was a moment of silence then.Jake and I didn't say anything else.We just sat on the piano stool, looking at each other.In his eyes, on his scruffy, handsome face, was a tenderness that I thought I'd never see in a man, human or Drake.I'd been accustomed to a false kind of gentleness that could turn to cruelty in a heartbeat.Jake was something different, something much more real.

That moment lingered — until, as if pulled by gravity, Jake moved closer to me.I stayed still where I was, but Jake leaned over, tentatively at first, then more surely.While I was frozen, he moved his face closer to mine, close enough for me to smell the familiar Drake male scent on him.It was like the burnt wood of a campfire.His lips touched mine, softly, gently…

…and in another moment of sudden shock, I pulled back and away from him with widened eyes.Startled, Jake pulled back as well.

Not wanting this awkward, painful moment to go on, I continued, "Know what else he used to tell me?"

With an expression as pained as I felt, Jake said, "What?"

"He used to tell me that I was lucky to have him because a lot of men wouldn't be interested in a woman like me.He'd say that most men preferred thin, skinny women over someone of my type, who's all curves.You hear what he was implying, don't you?He was telling me I was fat, and men don't like fat girls.I was lucky that he'd have me and take care of me because a girl with curves is too fat for most guys, and I should be grateful that he wanted me.Imagine telling someone a thing like that.And he actually had me convinced he was right?"I shut my eyes and shook my head."Damn, what was wrong with me?How could I fall for that?How could I have fallen for him?"

I opened my eyes to see the sincerity on Jake's face when he said, "You are not fat.There is nothing wrong with having a curvy body.There's nothing wrong with not being built like some stick-figure model.Those girls aren't healthy.What you are is healthy."

"Not healthy enough to keep from falling for a guy who wanted to own me and beat me up when he thought I wasn't behaving the way he wanted."Admitting that felt like a spike of pain through my body as bad as one of Mark's physical blows.

"That's exactly right," said Jake."He never loved you.He thought of you as something he owned.You should only belong to someone if you really want to, and if they really care about you.Nobody should be anyone's property.That's how Mark treated you, like you were his property, and he could do with you whatever the hell he wanted.You didn't deserve anything he did."

Listening to Jake say these things to me, I suddenly felt as if some closed and bolted door inside me had opened and let warm air and sunshine into some dark, fear-filled place in my heart.I sniffled a bit at the kindness — actual kindness — of his words, and the genuine feeling that I felt behind them.My God, I was actually sitting with a man who was incredibly beautiful and good.Jake was truly good.

"What you deserve," said Jake, "is someone who'll be gentle with you, someone who tries to make you feel good when they're near you; feel good when they touch you.That bastard made you feel scared to be touched.You didn't deserve that, Lily.You didn't deserve the way he made you feel: owned and controlled and scared of being hurt any minute.I hate that he did that to you."

That door inside me opened a little wider.I remembered that, when I first knew Mark, I wanted him.Being with him had turned into a frightening thing where I couldn't want him, where every time I let him come near me or touch me was because I felt obligated to him, and what was meant to be tender could turn into pain at any moment.I felt none of that with Jake.

Which was why, when Jake leaned closer to me, I didn't flinch or pull away.But then, he caught himself, realizing what he was doing again.I could sense him not wanting to scare me, being afraid of invading my space where he wasn't wanted.And he pulled away again.

"Listen," Jake said, "this is turning into a reminder of things you probably don't want to think about right now.You've just gotten away from this guy and I'm making you remember all that.I'm sorry.I should just go and get a shower and let you get back to your playing."He got up from the bench."Excuse me, Lily, I'll just go now."

He started to walk away, and I turned to watch him go.His muscular back was as beautiful as his chest and abs, and the cheeks of his ass were the tightest, firmest muscles.The sight of him leaving made something call out inside me, and I suddenly heard myself say, "Jake…wait."

Jake did a half-turn to look back at me, curiously."What?"

"You don't have to go," I said."I'd rather you stayed.Please."

"Really?"

I nodded at him."Really."

He returned to sit on the bench with me.This time when he sat down, he straddled it, with one beautiful bare leg on either side of it.I swung one of my own legs over to straddle the bench facing him.There was no fear, no hesitation in me.I felt only a dawning of new trust, a sureness that the stunning guy sitting in front of me would not hurt me, that nothing would happen to me that I didn't want to happen.

Jake sat still, with a small, gentle smile.Whatever happened next, he would let me decide.Not him — me.

I reached out and touched him on his muscular, hairy chest.I ran my hand over his pecs.They were the most wonderful thing I'd felt in such a long time.Jake patiently let me explore his upper body.With slowly growing confidence, I began to use both hands, letting them roam over his pecs and brush against his hardening nipples.I moved my hands to his abs, a cobblestone path of hairy muscles.And I looked down below those muscular stones to where his pubic hair began.There, the bulge in the pouch of his thong was growing.Jake was responding to my touch as I responded to his body.

Slowly, Jake reached out to touch my T-shirt, ever so gently feeling my bosom.My heartbeat quickened.He asked, "Is this okay?"

"Yes," I softly answered, my fingertips brushing his abs.

Jake slowly moved his hands down to the bottom of my T-shirt and tentatively touched the skin of my abdomen under it."Is this all right?"

I gulped, trembling a bit, not from fear but from the tiniest glimmer of excitement, and whispered, "Yes."

Jake slipped his hands under my T-shirt and touched my stomach, which clenched at his touch, but not from fear."Tell me if it's not okay, and I'll stop," he said.And slowly he moved his hands up my stomach.

Now it wasn't just a door opening within me.It was windows flying open and curtains wafting in a breeze.Jake's warm hands traveled up under my T-shirt and found my breasts."Are you still all right?"

I shut my eyes and breathed deeply, now wanting to experience nothing but the way he was making me feel, a kind of feeling that I'd begun to think would never happen again in my life.All I could do was repeat, "Yes."

Jake took one of my breasts in each hand and held them tenderly, turning my nipples into warm pebbles of flesh.He grasped my breasts delicately, carefully, not too tightly, and said, "Soft.You're soft.This is how you ought to be touched.Softly.Just softly."

That inner, breezy warmth and sunshine now filled me completely.Jake's hands delicately tightening my breasts and releasing them, and tightening again, made me forget that I'd ever been touched any other way than the way he was now touching me.

I felt him leaning forward again, and I didn't resist.I leaned forward to meet him and let my mouth join his in a kiss.This time it was not just a brushing of lips.This time it was a real and lingering kiss, filled with warmth and intention.He pressed his lips to mine and gave me just the tip of his tongue.I welcomed it, and raised my hands to grasp his shoulders, inviting him to kiss me a little more deeply.For a moment, he did, and grasped my breasts just a little more firmly, not too much, but just enough to underscore his desire.

Jake parted the kiss and said, "Is it okay to take off your top?"

Smiling a bit, I nodded yes.

He slipped his hands out from under my T-shirt and lifted it, exposing my stomach, and pulled it up over me, baring the breasts that he'd fondled.I raised my arms, letting him pull the T-shirt up and off me.He tossed it to the floor, and now I was half naked with him and unafraid.

Jake took one of my hands in his and brought it towards him."Is it okay to touch where my cock is?"

My heart did a little leap like a horse jumping over a hedge."Yes," I said.

He guided my hand down to where his pouch bulged and put my fingers on it.Half-coiled and barely contained in Jake's thong was something very large, warm, and wonderfully hard."Feel it," he whispered.And I did.It throbbed at my touch, telling me that it was mine if I wanted it.

As I felt his erection enclosed in fabric, Jake kissed me again, a deepening kiss of growing trust, with a little more tongue than before.He was making me feel both wanted and safe.I let him feel my breasts again and thrilled at the brushing of his thumbs on my nipples.

Pulling out of the kiss, but staying close to me, Jake asked, "Can I touch you down there?"

With a trembling exhale, I answered, "Please, yes."

Jake slipped one hand under the waistband of my sweatpants and explored what lay beneath them.His fingers moved carefully under the little panties that I was wearing and sifted through my pubic hair, and found their way to the lips of my sex, which had started to moisten.He stroked softly at my womanhood, and kissed me more deeply.The breeze inside me became a warm summer wind.

He broke the kiss and nuzzled my nose with his own.And then, he asked the most thrilling question of all."Will you let me fuck you?"

Again, I repeated, "Yes.Yes."All my fear was gone.He had melted it all away.Only excitement and arousal remained.

"Come over to the couch," said Jake."I want you on the couch."

He stood up and took me by one hand again, helping me up.We walked hand in hand the few steps over to the sofa facing the fireplace."Sit down," he whispered, and when I did, he went down to his knees and grasped both the waistband of my sweatpants and my panties and pulled them down over my legs and off me.Then he stood up, looming over me with all his stunning young masculine beauty, and pulled off his thong, releasing the wonder of his erect penis, which was even larger than the bulge of the thong had promised.Its head was jacketed in a full foreskin and his balls were like two ripe fruits in their own pouch of flesh.I exhaled in anticipation at the sight of it.

Jake went back down on his knees and brushed his hand between my thighs, asking me with his touch to open my legs for him.I did, and in a moment charged with wonder, I watched him lower that angelically handsome, scruffy face between my thighs.His lips enclosed my labia and his tongue stroked at my opening, and a rapture of pleasure blossomed inside me.I sighed deeply and leaned back on the sofa, letting Jake kiss my vulva.

Everything that I'd been through up to now, no longer existed.There was only the bliss of Jake's lips caressing my sex, and his tongue alternately slipping into my vagina and sliding up to my clitoris.My breath quickened; my stomach rose and fell.I was giving myself to him without reservation and he was taking me with tender passion.He kissed my labia, probed my vagina, licked and sucked my clit, lifting me into ever greater pleasure.I moaned softly, encouraging him, and Jake helped himself to my pussy and gave me the feeling of being totally, utterly wanted.His kissing and tonguing went on and on.He sucked my labia, giving me a wonderful shock of delight.

I tossed my head on the back of the couch, my spirit exulting at the way Jake ate me out while his hands grasped at my thighs.If nothing else ever happened, the pleasure of this moment could have sustained me.But there was so much more that awaited me, as I knew when Jake raised his head and peered up at me with desire, and said, "I'll be gentle.I'll fuck you gently, I promise."

Gulping with new anticipation, I let Jake swing my legs up onto the couch and climb up onto the sofa cushions with me.He lifted my legs up around him.He took the length of his dick in one hand, and I gazed up in wonder at how magnificent he looked in his erect nakedness.He pulled back his foreskin and exposed the glans of his cock, from which a bead of pre-semen exuded.He brought that maleness to my opening and slipped the tip of it up and down its wetness, making me shiver with excitement, until at last he eased his throbbing length into my passage and entered me.I gave out an ecstatic moan and held out my arms to him, and Jake lowered his tight, hairy muscularity onto me, mounting me and penetrating me all the way to his balls.His kiss muffled my continuous moans as I let him enter me.

With my thighs around his bucking hips and my fingers clutching exuberantly at the flexing muscles of his back, I drank in the fantastic pleasure of Jake penetrating me.How could I have ever thought I knew what a good feeling really was before now?Jake's long, hard cock slid inside the wet depths of my pussy while his lean, sculpted, and athletic form pressed me down on the sofa cushions.His chest hair brushed deliciously against my breasts and nipples and his mouth sucked at my lips.And he took me exactly as he promised he would, with smooth, deliberate, wonderful strokes; the sex of someone who cared about the way I felt.Having him thrusting and throbbing inside me was the most euphoric thing.It was sex the way I'd always imagined it could be.Somehow, either by intention or just being the way he was, Jake was taking me the way I'd always wanted a man to do it.He was making himself my perfect, ideal partner.I trusted him with my entire being and surrendered to him in body and spirit, and Jake rewarded me with strokes of his hard cock inside me that transformed me from a scared runaway girl to a woman in a flight of bliss.

Jake began to hold his dick inside me for an extra second or two with every tender but impassioned thrust, and in the sweet seconds between one kiss and the next, I whimpered and moaned with growing delight at the pulsating of his shaft with every penetrating stroke.I made incoherent sounds of joy as he buried his scruffy face where my neck met my shoulder and licked and sucked there, all the while continuing to let his cock work his passion.My hands went up and down his back almost the way they would move along the keys of the piano, feeling and squeezing his muscles, playing a song of wonder on his body. My touch begged him to keep doing what he was doing to me, and he did, as if he would never stop.What could possibly be more wonderful than this?

As if in answer to my question, there was a fluttering sound at the edge of my awareness, coming from the direction of the terrace; and a smaller, muffled sound, like the sound of something touching down on the stone floor out there.Next there was a sliding noise — the glass door being opened?And then, soft footfalls on the living room carpet.As enthralled as I was with the feeling of Jake's steady, deep penetrating; the rhythm of his hips moving between my thighs; and the flex of his back muscles in my hand, I pried my eyes open and peered up to find Alex standing over us.He had come back from his morning flight, landed on the terrace, and let himself back into the apartment.His body was a tower of chiseled muscle and sumptuous hair, and my heart spun with even greater excitement as I watched him pull off his thong and release his own cock, a shaft of aroused maleness every bit as big and hard as the one pumping inside me now.I licked my lips at the sight of it, while Alex stared down at me, and at Jake on top of me, with the most exciting, eager lust.

"Shit," said Alex."You're fucking her."And the pre-semen beaded on his foreskin-wrapped glans the same as it had done on his friend.

Jake lifted his head and groaned drunkenly while humping me.

Alex dropped to his knees and brought his face closer to mine while Jake continued with his steady beats inside me."Is that good?"

I could answer him only with an ecstatic whine.

He smiled lustily in response."I'm next," he said, licking his lips and taking one of my hands from Jake's back.He stood up, staying close to the side of the sofa, and moved my hand to his own large, hot, hardened prick.My fingers enclosed his shaft and my quickened heart beat all the faster at the feeling of it, and the knowledge that it would soon be inside me as Jake's dick was now.

With one lad's cock thrusting inside me and the other one's member hot and throbbing in my hand, I was consumed with total pleasure and the anticipation of still more.As much as I wanted Jake's dong inside me just as it was, I couldn't wait to feel what Alex's would do for me.I let out a long moan of sexual wonder, possessed by one and awaiting the other.

"Bang her good, buddy," said Alex."Get her ready for me."

I could feel the excitement growing in Jake.His earlier promise to do it gently was forgotten, and in the throes of a kind of arousal I had never known before, I suddenly didn't care.I wanted Jake to do it hard now, as hard as he could; and I moved my thighs against his rising and falling hips to encourage him, to spur him on.My one hand clutched at Alex's round, full balls and their promise of what they would soon pump into me, while I lowered my legs to give my other hand full access to Jake's fast-pumping ass.Clutching at Jake's ass, receiving the accelerated strokes of his cock into my depths, I begged him with my touch to give me everything that he had.And he did.He pumped me harder, beating his balls against my mound, and breathlessly grunted out his passion.

With one more groan and one more hard slide of his boner inside me, Jake reached his moment.He threw back his head and shouted, "FUCK…!"And with that thrust, I felt a hot throbbing in my depths that told me he was coming.The cream was flowing from the head of Jake's cock into my womb, filling me with liquid male warmth.I whimpered joyously at him, and he began to fuck me slowly again, using the last lingering hardness of his erection to pleasure the both of us just a little more.

After a few final minutes of pumping, Jake's dick softened, and he pulled it out.He stayed on top of me, kissing me tenderly, thanking me for what I'd just allowed him to do.I fondled and petted his firm, muscular ass, thanking him in return.Meanwhile, my other hand still slid along the length of Alex's boner and felt the fullness of his balls."My turn," he said to Jake.

Grunting with satisfaction, Jake climbed off me and off the sofa.He moved groggily over to a leather chair facing where I lay and where Alex stood over me.I thought Alex would take his friend's place on top of me.Instead, he took my hand from his prick and helped me up to a sitting position.

This other screamingly gorgeous naked Drake was much like his friend, but different as well.Alex was of the same build and height as Jake.His lean, taut muscularity was the same, as were the expanse of hair across the plateaus of his pecs, the descent of hair down the plates of his abs, and the dusting of hair up and down his beautifully muscled legs.But the hair that crowned his head was darker, the chin a bit more tapered; and what was a close-shaven growth of beard on Jake's face was just an unshaven shadow on Alex's jawline and upper lip.Set into the magnetically handsome face were dark eyes with a gaze that could burn their way right into a girl's soul — eyes as hot as the large, thick, and uncut penis that he now presented to me.

Alex took hold of what I'd been so eagerly grasping and pulled back his ample foreskin.He moved his glans, slick with pre-cum, to my lips, and said, "Let me have a little of this first."I instinctively parted my lips, allowing him to slip his penis into my mouth.

I heard Jake emitting a sound of "Mmm…" as he watched me start sucking his friend's cock, while I reached around to take Alex's firm, muscular ass in both hands.The girl who had at first pulled away from Jake on the piano bench was gone.I was someone else now, someone hungry for the cock now pulsing between my lips and exuding salty pre-cum onto my tongue; someone who needed to feast on that dong now, and then have it where I wanted it most, in the place now filled with Jake's cum.I took as much of Alex's dick into my mouth as I could; it was too big to take it all, but I could still engorge plenty of it.At the same time, I squeezed the cheeks of his ass, pried them apart, and moved the tips of my fingers into the sexy space between them.I felt tremors of ecstasy in Alex to match my own.He grasped my head in both hands, holding me that way, while he carefully pumped his dong between my lips and over my tongue, sliding his member in my mouth.

I feasted on it.Every trace of inhibition in me was forgotten.Reveling in the taste of him, I let him slowly, deliberately pump his prick inside my mouth, while I took one hand from his ass to feel the warm sac of his scrotum.He was delicious — so very good.I couldn't get enough of him.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jake sitting up with legs parted, stroking his own cock while watching Alex orally sex me.He licked his lips, admiring what his friend was doing to me.

Alex slowly pulled his dick from my mouth, leaned down, and kissed me, and kissed me again, feeding me his tongue the way he had fed me his tool.Returning his kiss, I reached for that delectable penis again, wanting to suck it some more.But he said to me, "Lie down."

I lay back down the way Alex had found me, and he climbed up onto the sofa to take the position on top of me that Jake had claimed.He fitted himself between my open thighs and moved the moistened hardness of his dick into my opening, from which Jake's semen flowed.Alex's piece slid between my slick labia and all the way into my vagina.His balls pressed against my mound, which was slippery with his friend's cum.I gave out a moan, long and breathless, as once again my passage tightened around the dick of one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen.I pressed myself up against Alex's crotch to receive every inch of him, and wrapped my arms around his neck.I whimpered at him, my wordless voice begging him for all the erect dick that he could give me.

Alex gritted his teeth and pressed his crotch against me, and grunted back at me with wonderful lust.And with none of Jake's earlier concern about how hard he was doing it, he began to pump with passionate force inside my tight, wet passage.

The way we fit each other drove Alex wild, which enthused me even more.He went into a frenzy of pumping, driving his cock inside me and slamming his crotch against me with such strength and force that I almost could have screamed for joy.Alex banged me in the truest sense of the word.Amid his own impassioned grunts of unrestrained lust, I could hear the impacts of his penetrating deeply into me, and I relished every one as I reveled in the muscles and hair of his body.Holding nothing back, he worked hard on top of me.His every thrust was like a resounding clap of thunder.His sexual style was totally different from what Jake had done to me.He was wilder, more aggressive, and gave me an equal amount of ecstasy in his own way.I could swear I felt his penetrations in my bones.

The force of Alex's banging drove me to the limit of pleasure that I could take, and then over.My entire body seemed as if it were clenching under and around him, and then something tore itself loose inside me and I felt as though I'd been hurled spinning into the ocean air.A breeze of infinite pleasure whirled inside me like a waterspout on the sea.It was an orgasm, the most thrilling climax I'd ever felt.The blows of Alex's cock inside me propelled me into the most surpassing bliss.I wailed under him, my entire body exulting.And, humping feverishly on top of me and driving that pounding cock as deep into me as it could go, Alex seemed as if he could sense what he was doing to me.Sounding like a wild man, he roared, "Shit, I'm coming!"And his cock rammed into me felt as if it were pulsating with electricity.I whimpered as, like his friend before him, Alex was spewing thick dragon cream deep inside me.

In the wake of his orgasm, Alex began to hump me more slowly, moving inside my vagina more the way Jake had done, more deliberately and tenderly, using up the last of his erection.I turned to a purring mass of pleasure under him, my body relaxing and drinking in the last of his sex.

I heard Jake say from a few feet away, "Made her come, didn't you?Good job, man.Good job."

Holding his dick all the way inside me before it softened, Alex grunted slightly and said in a throaty, groggy voice, "That was good."He pecked on my lips with his own."That was just so fucking good."

As his dick softened, Alex stayed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him.The way they had taken me and the way I had satisfied them filled me with a happiness that I hadn't felt in far too long; perhaps a happiness that I'd never felt in all my life.

Alex rolled off me and lay beside me on the sofa, taking my mouth in long kisses, playing with my now thoroughly slippery vulva that leaked the mixed semen of my two dragons.As he trained those dark eyes filled with sex on me, his mood changed from lust to tenderness and concern, and he asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm wonderful," I replied, and kissed him to underscore it.

He pulled his face back to fix me with a look of deep meaning and intent.Stroking the slick folds of my pussy with his fingers, Alex said, "We'll never hurt you.You know that, right?"

In his chair, Jake ran his thumb along his prick and said, "That's right, Lily.Never.Not ever."

Probing between my labia with his fingertips, Alex added, "But we are gonna have to get some more of this.In bed.All morning."He lifted his head and said to Jake, "We're gonna have to take her to bed.And she's gonna have to show you how she gives head.She's fantastic."

Grinning sexily, Jake rose from the chair, his penis stiffening again."Yeah," he said, "let's go."

Alex helped me up from the sofa and the two of them led me to the master bedroom where Jake slept — and where I knew that the three of us would now be spending a great deal of our time.