Chapter 2: Sexual Healing

Author's Note: I would recommend getting on YouTube and playing Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" very softly in the background while you read this chapter. (It's the song that inspired it.) A big thank you to those who have taken the trouble to leave me a review. It's much appreciated! (Oh, and sorry about the cliffhanger. Eh, who am I fooling? I'm not sorry at all. hehe )

BELLA…

Like a perfect gentleman, Edward elegantly unfolded his tall frame from the table and offered me his hand. I wasn't used to a guy with manners, so it took me a few seconds to catch on.

I stood up slowly, keeping my eyes on his face the entire time. He guided me a few steps into the middle of the room with those long fingers clinging to mine. His hand was warm, but dry. No sweaty palm, which meant he wasn't the least bit nervous, unlike me. But of course, he wouldn't be. God only knew how many times he'd done this.

He turned our bodies so that his back was to the table and I was facing Jacob. I took a quick peek around Edward's arm and saw Jacob staring straight at us. A small, enigmatic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He winked and then downed his glass of ice water, while still keeping those dark eyes trained on me. I gave him a tiny smile in return and then turned my attention back to Edward. He still held my hand in his, but had now added his other arm around my waist.

Come take control, just grab a hold

Of my body and mind, soon we'll be making it, honey

I'll be feeling fine…

The muted sounds of Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing filtered into the room through hidden speakers. Nearly half of the song was over by the time Edward and I started dancing, if you could call what we were currently doing dancing. Edward couldn't dance and we both knew it, but he could sway with the best of them. And he could smolder like nobody's business.

My left hand was resting on his shoulder, not touching skin, but even through the thin fabric of his dress shirt, I could feel the heat of his body radiating against my palm. I looked up to find his pale eyes fixed on me. Chills ran down my back as those blue-grays swept slowly across my face. It was a very intimate examination performed with the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. He touched my skin with them, caressed my lips, and dove straight into my soul with them, when they finally settled on mine.

Who the hell cares about his eyes or how hot his damned skin is? What about his cock, girlfriend? That's what we want to know about. You need to get into UPS mode and start feeling up that package. We need numbers, Bella. We need specific dimensions. We need to know what "Brown can do for you" and right-fucking-now!

Leave it to my inner skank to ruin a perfectly beautiful moment. But I had to shamefully admit to myself that I was intensely curious about just that very thing. The problem with that was that Edward was keeping his package to himself. By this point, Mike's cock would have been punching a hole completely through my stomach and into the next continent, but not Edward's. We could have fit the Grand Canyon inside the distance between his groin and my lower stomach, not that I was looking, but I was painfully aware of every inch of this man's body and exactly how far away it was from mine.

Suddenly, he dropped my hand and cupped my face with his palm. "You're beautiful," he murmured softly. His long fingers lightly swept across my cheek. His thumb made a slow pass over my bottom lip. Oh God. From the feel of things in my hooha, I probably shouldn't have dumped my panties on the bathroom floor. My love juices had nowhere to go now but down my thighs.

"You're beautiful too, Edward."

A combination frown and smile appeared on his face, as if he found it hard to believe that he was the most gorgeous chunk of man-flesh to ever walk the earth. Surely women had told him that before?

He very slowly bent his face down to mine. Oh damn, he's going to kiss me. But he didn't. Instead, he brushed his lips against my cheek, and then touched them lightly to my nose. I let out a soft, breathless little chuckle when he gently kissed one of my eyes, causing me to furiously bat my eyelashes. Finally, he slid his mouth down to mine, and he just hovered there. His nose lay lightly against the side of mine. His warm breaths caressed my lips as I anxiously waited for him to close the tiny distance between us. I wondered in those few frozen moments what kind of kisser he would turn out to be. Would he devour my mouth like a sex-starved maniac? Or try to clean my tonsils with his tongue, like Mike used to do?

Relax honey, and get ready, 'cause it's going to be good. Real good. He's a professional. A place like Leather and Lace hires men with multi-functional body parts. I guarantee you that man can eat, drink, kiss and even fuck with that mouth of his. Get ready, girlfriend…

I had to let go of that thought pretty quickly, because Edward finally closed the distance, and touched his lips to mine—a very gentle series of soft, fleeting, dry kisses that could almost be called chaste, if it weren't for the fact that my nipples were now hard and tingling and there was a definite ache between my legs.

He pulled back and swept those eyes over my face again. His hand was now underneath my hair, his thumb rubbing lightly against the skin of my neck. I shyly averted my eyes downward, but his other hand gently tugged at my chin until I was looking up at him again.

Then he kissed me some more—a lot more—until I began to make these little moans inside his mouth. I'd never in my life made those kinds of noises before, but they poured out of me uncontrollably as he tenderly played with my lips, sucking on them gently, then kissing them, lightly running his tongue along the inside of them and then kissing them some more. In fact, I was so wrapped up in that amazing kissing that I didn't even notice that Jacob was behind me until I felt another set of hands on my body.

I gasped softly, and abruptly pulled away from Edward.

"It's just Jake," he murmured. "If that's okay with you."

I nodded silently. Then Jacob's hands slid onto my waist. He nudged me around until I was facing him now instead of Edward.

"Edward's right, Bella. You're incredibly beautiful."

I frowned, despite myself. The compliments were starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Alice was beautiful. I was mousy at best.

Jacob lightly ran a single finger across my forehead, right above my eyebrows. "No room for frowning in the HQ formula," he said, his voice a low sensual hum that sent waves of the sweetest music straight down to my center. Then he smiled that cocky smile of his that was so endearing. "It messes up the numbers."

Before I could respond, he kissed me, and there were none of the gentle, tender kisses that Edward had given me. No. Jacob jumped right in with both lips and started right in with the kind of kissing that made you want to grab the first available thing with a cock, throw it down on the floor and then fuck it. At least that's how I felt as his mouth fused to mine, as his tongue slid slowly between my lips and touched mine.

Woohoo! We got ourselves a tongue-man, Bella!

Jacob knew how to handle his tongue, I had to give him that. This was not a Mike Newton spit-swapping session. This was skill. This was finesse with a capital F. What Edward had just done with his lips, Jacob now did with his tongue. He swiped it lightly across the outside of my bottom and top lip, and then sucked them gently. He slid it underneath my top lip, and tickled my teeth with it. He did this over and over again until these tiny whimpers began to pour into his mouth from mine.

I'd completely forgotten about Edward while all this was going on, until I became aware of the zipper on the back of my dress being slowly pulled down. He tugged it a couple of inches and then his fingers brushed against my skin. Then a couple of inches more, and his whole hand pressed against my back like a hot iron sizzling against a cotton shirt. Then, the last remaining inches of my zipper were loosed and both of his hands slid inside my dress. I closed my eyes and couldn't stop the moan that came out of me as his fingers traveled lightly up and down my back.

"Open for me," Jacob whispered against my mouth. I'd become so distracted by Edward's hands that I'd lost my focus with Jacob. I did as he asked and parted my lips, and that's when the deep tongue-kissing began. Every slow thrust of his tongue into my mouth was answered with a throb between my legs. I'd never been kissed like Jacob was kissing me now. The guy was making love to my mouth with his tongue. That was the only description I could come up with in the fog of lust that was quickly enveloping me.

"Oh god," I whimpered softly when Jacob pulled away from my mouth and came up for some much needed air.

"You like that?" he murmured as he laid a trail of feather kisses along the edges of my mouth with those full and luscious lips.

All I could do was nod. And then it started again: the slow sensual swipes of his tongue across my lips, underneath my lips and then the deep rhythmic thrusts into my mouth.

Then I became aware of Edward's hands moving around inside my dress. His fingers slid like silk around my waist and came to rest on my stomach. My dress was a little looser with the zipper undone, which gave him plenty of room to maneuver. His fingers inched up my stomach until they came to a stop just underneath my breasts.

Then, too many things happened all at once. It was almost too much stimulation for one inexperienced girl to handle at one time. Edward's palms cupped my breasts and squeezed gently at the exact moment he pressed his entire body up against the back of mine, at the exact moment one of Jacob's hands slid underneath the hem of my dress and brushed up my outer thigh, at the exact moment I felt Edward's arousal rubbing against one side of my ass, at the exact moment Jacob brushed his own arousal against the front of my groin, at the exact moment Edward murmured a soft "Oh fuck, Bella" in my ear, at the exact moment I heard the first beautiful groan slide out of Jacob's throat, and all this happened while Jacob continued to slow-fuck my mouth with his tongue.

And when I get that feeling

I want sexual healing

Sexual healing is good for me

Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush

Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us

I had no idea how many times Marvin Gaye had already sung those lines. I'd lost track of the music a long time ago, but damn, those lyrics were so appropriate at that very moment! Edward was rhythmically rubbing his cock into one side of my ass, and Jacob's palm was traveling in slow circles on the other side, exploring all of my nooks and crannies, with the exception of the big one between my thighs. All kinds of sexually healing sensations were flooding my nerve endings and I could so identify with Marvin's crooning.

"No panties." Jacob's soft pronouncement wasn't meant for me, of course. I already knew that. Within seconds of that statement though, Edward removed his hands from my dress and tugged my body around to face him.

I looked up into his eyes and my sex clenched tight like a fist slamming between my legs. His pale eyes had darkened slightly and were now hooded and filled with lust. I wondered if mine looked the same to him.

This time around, Edward's kisses were more intense, and what do you know, the Grand Canyon was gone. Our bodies were melded together as if we'd been born that way, like a set of Siamese twins joined at our sex organs. We half-assed swayed to the music, but in actuality we were both listening to a different song inside our heads. We were moving to the instinctual rhythm of sex. His hips ground into my lower stomach, and I suddenly wished I weren't so damned short, or he wasn't so damned tall. I wanted that rock hard cock rubbing against my mound instead of my belly button.

Hands were all over me now. In the fog of arousal that surrounded me, I began to lose track of whose fingers were touching what, whose mouth was kissing where, and whose moans were coming out of which throat. It was hard to concentrate on just one area of my body. No sooner would I identify Jacob's hands on my breasts with his palms brushing over my hard peaks then I'd suddenly feel Edward's hand underneath my dress and stroking my thigh, or Jacob would be trailing kisses down my neck, then I'd feel Edward gently squeezing my breasts through the fabric of my dress, or Edward's hands would slide up and down my sides, and then Jacob would rub both of his hands all over my ass underneath my dress.

But the one constant, the one thing I could always identify in the confusing miasma of touching and kissing was whose cock was rubbing against me and where. My inner slut purred with satisfaction as I made mental notes of size and dimensions, and there was a definite difference in these two packages. I was to the point now, where you could blindfold me and put me in a dark room and have one of them rub their cock against my thigh and I'd be able to identify who it belonged to.

Welcome to the show, Bella! Let's plaaaay…."Name that Cock"!

Edward was what Alice and I jokingly referred to as "a towering Sequoia": tall and as hard as petrified wood, the kind of cock that could soar upwards into the sky and punch holes in the clouds. But what Edward was rubbing across and pushing into my stomach was nothing to joke about. He had some serious cock-action punching against his dark gray slacks, and my hooha was loving every single inch of it.

Jacob, on the other hand, was no towering Sequoia like Edward, but he felt thick through his linen pants, thick like the business end of a wooden baseball bat—very round and very hard—a cock with enough thickness and breadth to send my sex flying over the fence like a home run. And no matter where their hands or their mouths ended up, their cocks were a constant push against my body.

One disturbing thing I'd noticed, though, was that both of them had touched and kissed me everywhere except for one place. During all of this "dancing" we'd been doing, neither one of them had ventured south with their fingers to explore the area between my thighs, and I hadn't touched either one of them either.

What is this? Some sort of "Soccer Sex" where no one's allowed to touch the ball with their hands? Fuck that! We need some finger action, Bella! We need some hands on that pussy NOW!

In fact, I was saturated and aching. My sex was throbbing between my legs to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I wanted…no, I needed…one of them to touch me, or both of them. It didn't matter at this point. I needed it like I needed oxygen to breathe.

"Touch me. God please, touch me," I whispered softly into the sex-heated space surrounding the three of us.

It was Edward who heard the desperation in my voice and obeyed my soft plea. He moaned my name and then slid his hands down the sides of my dress until they reached my upper thighs. I felt him bunching up my dress into his fists until it was up high enough for him to get underneath. When it was, he and Jacob both pushed my dress completely up and over my thighs, hips and ass, until the bottom half of it was crumpled up in a circle around my waist, leaving me exposed from the waist down.

Then Edward stepped back from me a little and I lost contact with his body. Before I could protest his absence, his hands began to move slowly over my outer thighs—up and down, and all around. Jacob was doing the same thing with his palms and my ass. The pulsing ache down my center was becoming nearly unbearable with each pass of their hands. I wanted to scream at them to just get on with it! This teasing was killing me! I was on the verge of grabbing Edward's hand and stuffing it into my crotch when he finally made his move. Perhaps the desperate whimpers coming out of me gave him a clue that I was on the verge of having a sexual homicidal breakdown.

His fingers slid across my lower stomach, across my pubic hair and down into my dripping wet center. Edward moaned softly when his fingers left hair and met bare skin. "A partial Brazilian."

Again, another announcement meant for Jacob, instead of me, since I already knew the follicle status of my hooha. Alice had pestered the hell out of me to go with her to get a Brazilian, and when Alice set her mind to something, there was no denying her. We'd ended up on two tables, side-by-side, while a strange woman had waxed our snatches nearly bare. At the last minute, Alice had decided we should add a little artistic flair to our nearly bare mounds.

"A landing strip?" Jacob asked softly from behind, referring to the narrow row of pubic hair left behind with a normal partial Brazilian. But a boring strip of hair had been insufficient to satisfy Alice's inner artistic slut. (Yes, she has one, too.) We'd gone the more adventurous route.

"A heart," I murmured in answer.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Jacob breathed in my ear. "I need to see that."

"Later." That quiet, one-word command from Edward sent shock waves through my body. He was in the driver's seat now and wasn't about to give way to Jacob, and that was fine by me.

His fingers twitched, signaling me to open myself to him. I adjusted my stance to allow his hand room to move. That was when he began to make light passes between my legs with his palm. His fingers barely touched my skin with each backward and forward stroke. Again, the man was deliberately teasing me, refusing me what my body craved. I wanted more than these light, feathery touches all over my folds with the tips of his fingers. I wanted them inside of me. Deep. I wanted him to press his thumb down hard on that nub of skin that was throbbing like a toothache. I needed the pressure of his hand rubbing hard against me until he felt the bone from underneath come up to meet him.

"Edward, please…" I moaned softly and pulsed my hips against his hand. "Please…"

"Fuck…give it to her," Jacob gasped softly behind me. Jacob was pushing his cock hard into my ass and moving it around in perfect rhythm with Edward's hand. His breathing in my ear was rapid and shallow, interspersed with soft moans.

Edward cupped my face in one of his hands and gave me a very intense kiss. He pulled back and stared down into my eyes, a lusty deep blue stare, as his finger slid inside of me. My eyes snapped shut and the most vulgar thing I'd ever said aloud to another man slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Oh, fuuuuuck meeee."

Edward took that as an order and proceeded to do just that. His hand moved in a steady, predictable rhythm: first a light brush of the fingers all the way from front to back, and then a return to the middle to plunge his long fingers deep inside of me, and then finally a stop at the very front where he rubbed his thumb in hard circles over my clit. Then he did it all again. And again. And again. And again…

Baby, I can't stand it much longer

It's getting stronger and stronger

And damned if Marvin didn't know what he was talking about. My climax was building, slowing growing with each pass, thrust and rub of Edward's long and luscious fingers. Without even thinking about it, my hips began to move in concert with his hand, and Jacob's hips moved in concert with mine and we suddenly became a trio of beautiful sensual movement.

What did I tell you? Multi-functional body parts! You've got yourself a man with ten miniature penises, Bella! Five of those fuckers on each of his big, beautiful hands!

My inner slut was rejoicing, and we weren't even having real sex yet.

"Jake…" Another one-word whispered command from Edward had me wondering what was in store for me now.

From behind, Jacob slid his fingers between my legs. "God, you feel so good," he moaned breathlessly.

Then Edward moved his hand out of Jacob's way, bringing it to the front where he could focus solely on rubbing his fingers hard over my clit. Jacob, in the meantime, took over with his own set of miniature penises, stroking me and then delving deep inside me with his fingers.

"That's what I'll feel like inside of you," he murmured into my ear, as he stretched my opening with three of his fingers and then plunged inside. My only response was to moan. Forming words was too much trouble.

The love you give to me will free me

If you don't know the thing you're dealing

Ohh, I can tell you darling, that it's sexual healing

Then, through an untold number of Marvin Gaye replays, Jacob and Edward's hands moved me closer and closer to the end. After awhile, they started to alternate with the finger-fucking. Edward would wet his fingers and then rub them hard over my clit, while Jacob pumped his fingers inside of me from behind, and rubbed his cock hard against my ass. Then Jacob would pull out, allowing Edward to slide his long fingers in for two or three hard and deep thrusts, and then Edward would be back at my clit again, and I'd feel Jacob's thick fingers pumping inside of me.

I lost track of time, space and even sound as my orgasm went from a slow burn and moved into the wildfire category. I was pumping and thrusting my hips against their hands, their fingers, and Jacob's cock. Edward's was conspicuously absent, since his arm and hand were wedged between our bodies. Damn it all. I wouldn't have minded feeling that long hard length of him pushing into my stomach and to the next continent.

And then everything started to change. The room started to fade into the background. My central focus was between my legs. Fingers. Hands. Cocks. That was all that existed in my world at that very moment. And heat. I suddenly felt very flushed sandwiched in between two men who were throwing off sexual heat like a radiator with a broken shut-off valve.

"Shit, you're so hot." Jacob moaned behind me. "She's so fucking hot. It's coming. Oh fuck, she's coming."

"Yes. Come on." Edward added his own soft, velvety moans to Jacob's as his fingers kept up their hard rhythm between my legs. His breathy whisper was the last identifiable sound I heard before everything exploded in wet, hot waves.

My sex clamped down tight and hard on whoever's fingers were currently inside of me. Somebody was screaming. Fuck, is that me? It was me, and I couldn't stop it as the hot contractions continued and pleasure shot out from my center to all parts of my body.

"Shit!" A harsh, guttural exclamation from behind me filtered in through the haze of my orgasm. My back felt cold and strangely empty all of a sudden. Jacob was gone.

Edward's fingers slid inside me as the last remnants of my orgasm quivered along the lining of my sex. I looked up at him, and his eyes were tightly closed. By the look on his face, he was enjoying the last echoes of my climax. I suddenly wondered if he was having an orgasm of his own, but then his pale eyes flipped open and latched onto mine. He must have felt me staring up at him.

He smiled and then sighed. "Jesus, Bella. That was good."

"Did you…?" I left the sentence unfinished, hoping he'd get my meaning.

He grinned crookedly and my heart melted all over the floor. "No, but almost is almost as good."

He tenderly pulled my dressed back down around my hips, and then he traced the contours of my face with his finger, from my forehead, down the side along my temple, across my cheek, and finally to my mouth. His index finger stopped at the corner of my mouth before making a slow pass across my bottom lip.

Then he removed his index finger from my face and slid it into his own mouth, all the while watching my face for a reaction. OMG. My center clenched hard. Edward was tasting me; his fingers were coated with my juices and he was tasting me.

Then he offered me another one of his fingers, and I allowed him to slide it into my mouth. The flavor on his fingers wasn't at all unpleasant. It didn't taste like a Tootsie Pop, but it wasn't stomach-churning either. It was me. Bella Swan. My sexual essence was all over his hand, and instead of being grossed out, this act of mutual tasting felt like the most intimate thing I'd ever done with a man.

I sighed, and laid my head against his chest. He gathered me into his arms and held me gently. I noticed that his erection was mostly gone, which saddened me. I suddenly wanted tonight to not just be about me. I wanted to please both of these men. Which reminded me…

"Where is Jacob?" I asked.

I felt the soft laughter in his throat. "In the bathroom doing the male version of double-clicking his mouse."

I immediately started channeling Paris Hilton and hit the play button on my internal porno projector. Images from that tiny bathroom flashed on the screen inside my head, narration provided by my slutty alter ego, of course.

Picture it, Bella. Jacob's leaning his tight ass back against that tiny sink. His navy blue slacks are pushed down past his thighs. His underwear, boxers or briefs? Who the hell cares?! The point is that whatever they are, they're pushed down there right with his pants, leaving his cock completely exposed. Wonder if he's tan or if he has farmer's groin? His beautiful tanned hand, covered in your love juices, is wrapped tight around that thick cock of his. He's pumping himself slowly. Or maybe fast, considering how far gone he was when he left. Maybe his other hand is on his balls, kneading them like bread dough as he gets closer and closer. His eyes are closed tight, his head thrown back on his shoulders, mouth open slightly. His muscular chest is heaving with the exertion of jacking off, beads of sweat on his forehead. What you wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall, huh Bella? Wouldn't you love to see his O-face when he finally lets loose with his load? Wouldn't you love to see him cum? Hear his groans, his panting, his beautiful vulgar curses?

"Is that something you'd like to see?" Edward's voice interrupted the film rolling inside my brain. "We could arrange that, if that's something you'd enjoy."

I looked up at him and blushed. I actually blushed! After what we'd just done, my body somehow found the whole idea of watching one of these men masturbate in front of me to be embarrassing enough to send a rush of blood to my face. I buried my face in his chest and mumbled something unintelligible. It was actually an 'I don't know', but he probably didn't catch it.

"It's all right. No pressure. You can think about it and let us know," he said quietly. "Or not. Your choice."

We swayed together to the music for a few moments before I heard the door to the bathroom open and shut. A few seconds later my back was once again inundated with the heat of Jacob's body. This time, I turned around in Edward's arms on my own, so that I could look at Jacob for awhile. Edward and I had had our afterglow time, now it was Jacob's turn.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Oh, I'm fine," he said, grinning now. Edward was playing with my hair, moving it off my neck and delivering soft kisses to my skin.

"Double-clicking your mouse, were you?" I asked, sporting my own sly grin.

Jacob laughed and kissed me gently on the lips. "Men don't double-click their mouse, babe. That's a girl thing. Guys scroll their toolbars."

Edward chuckled softly behind me as we continued to sway to the music, three of us now, instead of the previous two.

"Toolbars, huh?" I snickered. "Tell me, does your toolbar have a font size and color?" For some reason, Jacob brought out the playful side of me, which I kept hidden way too much, according to Alice.

He grinned and slid his arms around my waist. I felt Edward shift his body behind me just enough to make room. "Size? Thick. And color? Dark," he answered with his sexy bedroom voice.

I raised my eyebrows and giggled. "Oooh, sounds mysterious."

"Edward's is long…and pink." Jacob's white toothy grin took over his face as I heard Edward's good-natured laugh behind me.

"I prefer the word "pale"," Edward said. "Pink sounds girly, and my toolbar is not girly."

"You're telling me," Jacob muttered and then snickered.

We spent the next several minutes, or hours, or days—I truly had no idea—kissing tenderly, touching softly, and occasionally saying a word or two to each other.

"Oh, by the way…" Jacob said suddenly. "You may want to just trash your panties. I sort of messed them up."

Oh my fucking god! He found your panties in the corner and he FUCKING CAME in them! HOT DAMN! Trash them? NO FUCKING WAY! We're taking those babies home and framing their ass! No man has ever used your panties as cream-catchers before!

"Uh…" Despite the ranting inside my head, I was at a loss for words.

"Sorry," he murmured quietly as his lips touched mine. "I hope they weren't your favorites or anything, but they sure felt nice, and smelled nice too."

Jacob smiled sweetly at me and I smiled sweetly back. I didn't need another trip to the bathroom, or another argument with my slutty side, to know what I wanted to do with the rest of the night.

"Jacob, does Leather and Lace have its own apartment with a bed? A very large bed?" I asked. "Big enough for three?"

He grinned and looked over my shoulder at Edward. "You bet your beautiful ass it does."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Edward's body was tense behind me, and Jacob was staring me down with his dark eyes.

"Take me there. Now."

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Let's make love tonight

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Cause you do it right