Three Demons – Chapter 2

A new sex story: Three Demons – Chap 2

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I woke to the feeling of something nuzzling my neck and licking at the skin. I giggled and tried to ignore the way my body responded to the touch. My neck had always been a sensitive spot of mine. “Felix, stop it,” I happily groaned. The licking didn’t stop. To add to the torture, he started nibbling. Tiny, harmless bites that made me ticklish. I burst out in giggles and finally opened my eyes – it wasn’t Felix’s form hovering over me, but a man’s. The man had brownish red hair and what felt like a beard. I froze and tensed as the man raised his head and my gaze finally met his. Uncanny doe brown eyes stared at me.

“Sorry, love,” he whispered with an almost bashful smile, exposing cheek dimples. “You just wouldn’t wake up. This was a last resort.” We stayed like that for a moment, staring into each others eyes. I was still stuck in place, shocked at the scenario and unsure how to react. I felt fear rise within me at the audacity of the man, how he felt no social boundaries. A strange man so very present in my very personal space – even licking me! But his eyes had such a sincere look to them and I felt no malice in the gaze.

His straight and picturesque nose twitched slightly, and I wondered if he might be sniffing me. His mouth tightened into a line, his dimples denting his cheeks. He had a strong jaw and pointed chin covered in blonde stubble. His light brown eyebrows furrowed in worry. He batted his eyes at me calling them and their blonde eyelashes once more to my attention. I placed both my hands on his chest cautiously. His face seemed to relax but his nervous brown eyes held a more intense look to them now. I pushed at his chest harshly and he got off, slightly frowning and sighing with what was unmistakeably disappointment as he made his way to the arm chair and slumped into it.

I sat up immediately and heard a chuckle from behind me. My head snapped in the direction of the sound and I saw another man, this one was a little paler than the other one. He had glossy black hair that was short and heavily styled, but in a way that complimented him. He held a large tray of food which he focused on. He was tall, but had a thinner build.

His muscles were toned but very lean. He had a full set of lashes that stretched over his cheeks as he looked down at the coffee table before me and set the tray upon it. He looked straight at me as he did and I held my breath when I saw his brilliant, twinkling green eyes. He raised an eyebrow at me, which I noticed were well groomed.

His cheekbones were high and shallow, he had a straight nose with a wide bridge, as well as a fairly squared jaw line. He was clean shaven and had supple lips which stretched into a flirtatious smile as he winked at me and walked to the couch adjacent to the one I was seated on. I stared at him for a moment as he lounged on the couch, stretching out his long legs and put his hands behind his head. He was wearing a tight navy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the pocket and sleeve ends had gray trim. He also wore a pair of gray jeans that fit him very well with dark brown dress shoes. His look was very polished and everything he wore screamed designer.

I dragged my eyes away from his form to look at the red head. Even sitting down he looked tall but about the same height as the one with black hair. I could tell that he was a little bigger in build than the one with black hair but not overly bulky. He was wearing a light gray Henley shirt that exposed his neck and collar bone beautifully.

I could already see the start of his muscles around his neck which undoubtedly stretched into his broad shoulders. I always liked the way Henley shirts seemed to exhibit the muscles of the man wearing them and this man was no exception. The sleeves were long but pushed up to his elbows and the dark jeans he wore fit him just as nicely as his top. His legs were longer than his torso and dark brown suede boots were on his feet. He had a bracelet on his right wrist that had an intricate weave pattern with a few dark, shiny beads.

My eyes trailed back up his form and my eyes shifted between them a few more times before I finally fixed my gaze on the tray of food before me. I blinked a few times as I took in the large meal. There was a small vase which housed a singular pink rose in full bloom, parallel to a glass of orange juice accompanying a plate of scrambled eggs with bacon and hash brown.

There was another plate next to it with two pancakes and a bit of butter, smothered in maple syrup. There was also a fork and knife neatly placed to the right on top of a napkin. I swallowed nervously. “Aren’t you hungry?” asked the black haired one to my right. My eyes shot up to look at him where he watched me with expectation.

“I’m-” I blurted nervously. “I don’t know if I’d be able to finish it all,” I explained, eying the pancakes warily. I never have been a fan of anything too sweet. Beside that, my upbringing made me feel obligated to finish everything that was offered to me out of respect but I was too nervous to feel hungry.

“That’s totally fine. You don’t have to push yourself to eat more than you want to. And if it’s disgusting just let Erik know. A little criticism would be good for him,” the red headed one said, gesturing toward the black haired one – Erik.

“As much as Oliver likes to tease me,” Erik began, flashing the red head – Oliver – a smile while his eyes sparked at the challenge. “I’m sure you’ll like it. I swear I’m not a bad cook.”

I bit my bottom lip, still a little nervous. The introductions and generally easygoing nature that these two had calmed me down a little but I still felt…shy. I wasn’t an insecure girl but there was something about being catered to by two very attractive young men that made me more aware of everything I did and even a little embarrassed by the bed head I was sure I had.

I picked up the knife and fork and started to cut into the eggs, slipping a cubed cut of egg into my mouth and chewing slowly. I looked up at Erik and smiled, the food wasn’t half bad. He smiled back, seeming genuinely pleased that I liked the meal and turned to face Oliver. They were talking but it was all white noise to me as my mind raged with internal monologue.

What was going to happen after I finished breakfast? Were they going to ask me where I live and drop me off or would I have to call my mom and have her pick me up? I winced. Not looking forward to that, I thought. I didn’t want to have to explain this to my mom. It wasn’t like me to not come home. In fact, it wasn’t like me to leave the house in general. I only went outside to walk Felix or pick up groceries in town but never anything more. I didn’t even have friends to hang out with; so leaving one evening and coming back the next morning would not only be out of character, but probably earn me a lecture from my controlling mother.

I looked down at the food before me and thought about how I should eat it. I was genuinely worried that Erik would think I didn’t appreciate the meal he prepared for me. I’d never had a homemade meal prepared for me, solely, from someone who wasn’t in my immediate family and I was grateful for the effort. I knew I’d prefer to eat the eggs and hash brown, perhaps half a strip of bacon, but I didn’t want the juice or pancakes. Should I just suck it up and eat a bit of everything so it gave off the impression that I liked everything but didn’t finish because I was full? The anxiety started to well within me and I was reminded of the exact reason why I didn’t like social interaction.

I was generally charismatic around adults, the elderly, and people of authority – but there was something about talking to men around my age who I found attractive. When anxiety sparks within me, my reaction is to go stoic. I stop caring and am completely void of emotion within the moment, which is a positive effect as it gives me what I need to fake interest and confidence until the activity is over. But around those I find attractive or interesting, there is a genuine sense of fear that they might not approve of me. I was loath of the feeling.

I steeled my nerves and gathered every bit of confidence I could muster. I won’t lie. I don’t like pancakes or orange juice so I won’t have any, I told myself. I nodded, if only to myself, and finished the eggs, hash brown, and as much bacon as I could eat before I was full. I exhaled deeply and sat back on the couch, my hand resting on my stomach without me realizing it. “How was it?” Erik asked. I looked up and his face was just inches from mine. I stiffened, having been startled, and quickly relaxed. I hadn’t even seen him coming!

“Delicious,” I replied with a quaint smile. That was an exaggeration, but I needed to be polite, “Thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he responded. The pet name made me flush. I looked down to hide my embarrassment. When I looked back up, Erik had this intense look in his eyes as they slowly went up and down my form. When his eyes returned to my gaze, he gave me a sultry smile that didn’t reach his heated eyes.

“So, what’s your name?” Oliver asked. I jumped and looked at him. I’d been so focused on Erik and his flirting that Oliver’s question had startled.

“I’m sorry?” I asked.

“We introduced ourselves earlier, but you forgot to do the same,” Erik said, his voice low and dangerous and…seductive. My eyes slowly made their way to his form. He pushed the tray out of the way and sat on the coffee table, leaning back on his hands. My throat was suddenly as dry as a desert.

“F-Fre-” I tried to say, but my voice broke. I turned my attention to Oliver, as Erik was too distracting with all those innuendos written on his face. I cleared my throat, louder than I would’ve liked, and tried again. “Freya! There we go,” I smiled and let out a nervous laugh.