Craving Their Touch

Midnight Cravings

I slipped back into the bedroom and closed the door as quietly as I could. David was already asleep, his breathing steady in the dark. My heart was still racing from the encounter with Marcus. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me, but sleep would not come.

God, Marcus looked so hot standing there with his arms crossed. Those dark eyes staring straight into me. That muscular body. I wondered what it would feel like if he grabbed me right there in the study. Pinned me against the wall and took what he wanted.

I woke up before sunrise, my body burning. The sheets felt too warm against my skin. All night I had dreamed of them. Julian’s confident hands sliding down my waist. Marcus’s strong arms pinning me against the wall. In my dreams they did not ask. They simply took what they wanted. What I secretly craved.

Stop it, Clara. You are married. But my body did not listen. Heat pooled between my legs as I remembered Julian’s smile and Marcus’s intense stare. I wanted them so badly it scared me.

I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Hot water ran over my bare skin. My hands moved slowly, imagining they were not mine. I pictured Julian behind me, whispering dirty things in my ear while Marcus watched with those dark eyes. My fingers brushed over my breasts and lower. A soft moan escaped before I could stop it.

What is wrong with me? I should not want this. But I did. Deeply. I wanted to feel desired again. I wanted to be touched like a woman, not just a nurse. I forced myself to stop and finished washing quickly. Guilt sat heavy in my chest as I dressed in a simple sundress.

Downstairs at breakfast, the air felt thick. David sat at the head of the table in his wheelchair. Julian and Marcus were already there, looking fresh and handsome. Julian wore a fitted shirt that showed his broad shoulders. Marcus had his sleeves rolled up, tattoos on full display.

“Good morning, Clara,” Julian said with a slow smile. “You look incredible. That dress hugs you perfectly.”

I felt my face heat up. “Thank you. Just a simple dress.”

Marcus looked at me longer than necessary. “Simple looks good on you.”

David watched everything with cold grey eyes. “Sit down, Clara. Our guests are hungry for more than just food.”

I sat between them. My thighs pressed together under the table. They are so close. I can smell their cologne. This is dangerous.

Julian passed me the coffee. His fingers brushed mine on purpose. “Did you sleep well? Or were you thinking about us?”

“I slept fine,” I lied. Inside my head I was screaming. I touched myself thinking about both of you.

Marcus spoke quietly. “You seem tense this morning. Anything we can do to help you relax?”

David chuckled. “That is exactly why they are here, Clara. Let them help. Tell them what you need.”

I took a sip of coffee to hide my embarrassment. “I do not need anything. I am fine.”

Julian leaned closer. His leg pressed against mine under the table. “You do not have to pretend with us. I saw how you looked at me last night. Like you were hungry. I am right here if you want a taste.”

My breath caught. God, yes. I want your mouth on me. “Julian, please. David is right here.”

David smiled. “I told you already. No jealousy. Touch her if she wants it. Kiss her. Make her feel alive again.”

Marcus put his hand on my knee under the table. It was warm and strong. “Only if you say yes, Clara. I do not want to push you.”

His touch sent electricity up my thigh. I imagined that hand sliding higher, fingers slipping under my dress. I want it so much. Both of them. I gently moved his hand away even though every part of me screamed to keep it there.

“I am still your wife, David,” I said, trying to sound firm. “This feels wrong.”

David shrugged. “It only feels wrong because you keep fighting it. Look at them, Clara. Tell the truth. Do you want them?”

I looked down at my plate. My voice came out small. “I should not.”

“But you do,” Julian said softly. He reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my neck. “I can see it in your eyes. You imagine us taking you. Filling that emptiness you have carried for ten years.”

He is right. I do imagine it. Every night. Heat flooded my body. I crossed my legs tighter.

Marcus spoke again. “We can go slow. Just talk for now. Or I can take you for a walk in the garden after breakfast. Away from everything.”

I nodded quickly. “A walk sounds good.”

After breakfast Marcus walked with me through the mansion garden. The flowers were beautiful but I could barely focus. His presence felt powerful beside me.

“You are fighting hard,” he said. “Why?”

“Because this is not normal,” I replied. “I made vows.”

Marcus stopped and turned to me. “Vows to a man who cannot touch you. A man who now offers you to us like a gift. Does that seem fair to you?”

I looked up at his rugged face and dark eyes. I want you to kiss me right now. Hard. “Life is not always fair.”

He stepped closer. “If you ever want to feel something real, I am here. No games. Just me wanting you.”

My heart raced. I pictured him lifting me against a tree, his muscular body pressing into mine. Take me. Please. Instead I stepped back. “I need time.”

Later that afternoon Julian found me alone in the library. He closed the door behind him.

“Running from us?” he asked with that arrogant charm.

“I am not running,” I said. My voice betrayed me.

Julian moved closer until my back touched the bookshelf. “Your body says otherwise. Your n*****s are hard under that dress. You are wet right now, aren’t you?”

Yes. So wet. “Julian, stop.”

He smiled and placed one hand beside my head. “Say the word and I will drop to my knees for you. I have wanted to taste you for years. Let me make you come, Clara. Let me remind you what pleasure feels like.”

I imagined his blonde head between my legs, his tongue working me until I shook. The fantasy was so strong my knees felt weak. “I cannot. Not yet.”

“Not yet,” he repeated with a grin. “That means soon. Good.”

He leaned in and kissed my neck softly. Just one light kiss. It sent fire through me. I almost grabbed him but I turned my face away.

That evening David called us all to the living room. He looked pleased with himself.

“Clara, be honest with us,” he said. “Did you enjoy their attention today?”

I sat on the couch, trapped between Julian and Marcus again. “It is confusing. I feel guilty but.”

“But you like it,” David finished. “Tell them how you feel.”

I took a deep breath. I want them to rip this dress off and use me. “I feel desired. It has been so long since anyone looked at me like that.”

Julian put his arm around my shoulders. “You deserve to be f****d properly, Clara. Say the word and we will make it happen.”

Marcus stayed quieter but his hand rested on my thigh again. “Whenever you are ready.”

I pretended to be reluctant. “Give me more time. Please.”

David nodded. “Time is fine. But do not wait too long. Your body is already begging.”

Later that night I lay in my bedroom, pretending to sleep. My mind would not stop. I kept seeing Julian’s confident smile and Marcus’s intense eyes. I wanted both of them. One rough and strong, the other smooth and commanding. Together. The thought made me press my thighs together under the sheets.

Just a little longer. I cannot give in yet.

But deep down I knew the truth. I was already falling. And the secrets in this house might destroy everything.

The aches between my legs became too much. I slipped my hand under my nightdress and between my legs. I was soaking wet. My fingers found my swollen c**t and started rubbing fast circles

Marcus… Julian… Both of you. f**k me hard. Use me.

I pushed two fingers inside my dripping p***y, imagining it was Marcus’s thick c**k stretching me while Julian sucked on my breasts. My breathing grew heavier. I was so close.

The bedroom door suddenly opened.

Marcus stepped in quietly. He froze when he saw me, legs spread under the sheets, hand moving between my thighs, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

He had come to return the book I lent him earlier that evening.

For a second, pure embarrassment hit me. But Marcus did not look away. His dark eyes burned with raw hunger as he closed the door behind him.