Beast Brothers 2: An MFM Twin Ménage Romance Page 3

Licking all around the nipple, then over it, he teases the stiff bud until I’m ready to scream. I want to grab his head and hold it there, but Alex has his fingers laced through mine again, partially restraining me. He’s working on my neck and shoulders with his mouth while he rubs his cock against my ass, tantalizing me with the hard length of him.

  Lucas is finally sucking on my nipple, but he seems to know just when I’m getting too worked up, and then he breaks off and blows on me before pulling me into his mouth again. His hands aren’t idle; when they’re not playing with my breasts, they’re undoing buttons and zippers and ties on my clothing.

  When my skirt is off, Alex moves one set of our joined hands back inside my panties, so that both of us are rubbing my clit. “Oh, god,” I moan. Everything we’re doing feels so deliciously dirty, and I love it.

  Pressure builds and coils inside me, until I’m close to the edge. Lucas knows it, somehow, and intensifies what he’s doing with my breasts, plucking the nipple on one while he uses his teeth on the other. Alex lets go of my hand to press two fingers inside me again, this time plunging them into me hard and fast, and then his thumb takes over on my clit, pressing and rolling, driving me up until I shatter.

  I peak again, and again, the sensations building higher and higher as the brothers seem to stimulate all of my pleasure points, all at once. Eventually I go limp and they get the last of my clothing off me before Lucas picks me up and slings me over his shoulder, carrying me through the apartment. As we go, he gives my ass a sharp smack. “Ow! Shit,” I hiss.

  “Been wanting to do that all night.” He smacks the other side, and the burn goes right through me and swells my clit like I didn’t just have all the orgasms. Oh, damn, this is gonna be good.

  In the bedroom, I see that the bed is not designed for three people, especially when two of them are the Wolf brothers. Well, we’ll just have to get creative. Lucas sets me down and starts undressing, and Alex prowls in behind us, already naked.

  I’m not embarrassed at all to feast my eyes on him. Beautiful toned muscles, rippling abs, and a centerpiece that I can’t wait to experience. But not right away, because he says, “Come sit on my face, sweetheart.”

  “Okay,” I agree with a grin. He lies down on the bed and helps me straddle him, and then he shows me exactly what a high degree of focus and skill can accomplish. In seconds I’m moaning again, my hips moving me against him as he feasts on me.

  I hear Lucas behind me. Move your knees out, hon,” he says, nudging them apart so I’m leaning forward, bracing myself on the headboard to keep my balance. “There you go.” I hear him tear open a wrapper, and a moment later the tip of his cock is nudging at my entrance.

  He fills me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his girth. “Oh my god,” I groan as he slides inside me bit by bit. “You feel so good.”

  “So do you,” he whispers. Alex hasn’t stopped this whole time, and as soon as Lucas bottoms out inside me I know that it’s true, what I’ve suspected ever since Megan met her Beasts. Threesomes are the best. thing. ever.

  “Oh yeah,” I say in a low, throaty voice. I turn my head to Lucas and he kisses me, a long, wet kiss with lots of tongue. “Fuck me, baby,” I whisper when he breaks off. His silver-blue eyes seem to glow, and he takes hold of my hips and begins to move.

  At this angle, bent forward like this, I’m rubbing my clit back and forth over Alex’s mouth, and he’s taking full advantage. “Oh, god,” I moan about three seconds after his brother starts pumping in and out of me. “I’m going to come again.”

  “Do it,” Lucas says in my ear, and it has the force of a command. “We want you to come all night long.” He speeds up, his thick cock rubbing against all my sensitive ridges, while his brother’s mouth is doing magical things to my clit, and I know I’m going to have the biggest climax of my life.

  Lucas spanks me again, harder than the first time — smack! smack! — and I go screaming over the edge, my release ripping through me. Every bit of me tenses, then relaxes, then tenses again, as waves of incredible bliss radiate throughout my body.

  But true to Lucas’s word, he’s just getting started. Alex’s fingers latch onto my nipples, holding them while my breasts jiggle, and Lucas keeps pounding into me, and I feel it building again.

  It’s not long before another climax wracks me, and it’s not the last. That would be when Lucas swells inside me before he buries himself to the hilt and lets go, shuddering against me. By now, I’ve actually lost track of exactly how many times I’ve come tonight — something I would have said was impossible.

  We roll off sideways, him still inside me, and Alex turns to face us. He doesn’t look upset at how things played out, but I can see from the gleam in his eye that we’re far from finished. Which suits me fine. I want to wring every drop of pleasure I can out of this night.

  I know the Wolf brothers aren’t like Cody and Brock. They’re not looking to settle down with me. I’m lucky to get this much of the fantasy, and I won’t be greedy and expect more than they can give me.

  9

  Funny Feeling

  Alex

  Hearing Zoe respond to us, seeing her above me as Luke took her, tasting her nectar on my mouth … she’s amazing. I have the feeling that tonight won’t even begin to take the edge off. She’s like all my wet dreams rolled into one.

  “You okay?” I say, brushing a thumb along her cheek. I can’t wait to be inside her, but I’m sure she needs some recovery time. It won’t do to rush her and have her rushing out the door.

  She smiles, and it’s a genuine smile, nothing polite or forced about it. “Oh yeah. I’m good.”

  Lucas kisses her shoulder, then heads for the bathroom to get rid of the condom. “Not to be hasty,” I say, “but …”

  Her smile gets bigger. “You’ve been very patient.”

  “It’s one of my virtues,” I agree with mock modesty, and she laughs.

  The weirdest thing about all of this, so far, is that it hasn’t been weird at all. Even though Lucas and I have never shared a woman or even talked about it, the whole thing seems perfectly natural, and we’ve fallen into a rhythm with each other, and her, as if we’ve done it all before.

  Maybe it’s because Zoe is so relaxed with it, so obviously into both of us. I mean, it was her idea, with that sly talk about shared experiences and bonding. Now that it’s really happening, I’m glad she planted the seed in our minds.

  When Lucas comes back, Zoe and I are kissing softly, like we have all the time in the world, though the waiting is killing me. I let my hands travel slowly down her body, and when they dip between her legs, she’s wet.

  I groan against her hair. “How sore are you?”

  “I’m all right.”

  “Are you sure?” My brother fucked her hard, and dammit, I want to do the same. But not if it hurts her.

  She puts a hand on my cheek and smiles gently. “I’m not fragile.”

  I give her a quick, hard kiss. “You’ll tell me if you need to slow down or stop or anything.”

  “Promise.”

  “Okay.” I need to get suited up, but hell, I don’t know where the condoms are. I look around and Lucas flicks one at me, landing it right against my hip. “Thanks, bro.” A few seconds later, I’m ready and moving over her.

  I’d like to do her doggy style, rough and nasty, because she fills me with a primal need to possess her. I’ve never felt that before. More than any woman I’ve ever met, Zoe Kelleher seems ripe for fucking. Hungry for it, in the best possible way.

  But there’s also the need to do things differently than my brother. If I’m lucky, we can talk her into being with us more than one night, and I can fuck her every single way I’m imagining — which is pretty much all of them. Right now, though, I just need to be inside her.

  Settling between her thighs, I rub her outer lips open with the tip of my cock, coating myself in her readiness, teasing her clit until her nails dig into my arms. Smiling down at her, I seat myself at her opening
and push inside.

  God, she’s perfect, so hot and tight. I want to stay inside her forever. Her eyes roll back in her head as I fill her up. I get a handful of her hair in my fist and tug her head back — because I need to be just a little rough — and start to move.

  She meets me thrust for thrust, and we build up speed quickly, staring into each other’s eyes as the slap of our bodies meeting fills the room. The intensity almost does me in, but I haven’t lost control with a woman since I was a teenager, and I’m not about to let Zoe down.

  It’s taking all my focus to hang on, though, and I’m afraid I’m about to embarrass myself when Luke’s there, sliding a hand between us to find her clit. He goes to work, and her soft cries fill the room.

  I fuck her even harder, pounding into her until, together, we send her over the edge. When she clamps around me like a silken vice, I go rocketing after her.

  I bury my head in her hair and stay that way a long moment. Zoe doesn’t seem to mind; she’s stroking my hair, my back, seemingly content with my weight. Finally, I get myself up on an elbow. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” She says it softly, returning my smile. Something’s there in her eyes, just for a moment, that bothers me, but it’s gone too quickly to pin anything down.

  Lucas is on his side next to us, head on his hand. “Anybody hungry?” he says.

  Now that he mentions it … “I could eat.” I look to Zoe. “You?”

  “I love food,” she says with a grin, and it sounds like a double or even triple entendre.

  “Food for everyone,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows, and roll off her to make my own bathroom visit. When I come out, my brother has given her his robe and pulled on a pair of sweats. I raid his dresser for another pair and follow them out to the kitchen.

  Everything’s going great. It’s one of the most memorable nights of my life. So why do I have a funny feeling in my chest?

  10

  I’m Always Ready

  Lucas

  I’m not particularly hungry, but I don’t want Zoe to get any thoughts about leaving. First we’ll refuel, then we’ll move on to round two.

  “What do you have a taste for?” I ask, as I fill a glass with water for her.

  “Hmmm…”

  While she considers, I study her hair. It was smooth and sleek earlier; now it’s sexily mussed, and she has the glow of a well-fucked woman. I’m looking forward to even more mess and satisfaction.

  “Salty and sweet,” she says.

  I dig in the cupboard for pretzels and chips while Alex helps himself to water. I don’t eat a lot of sweets, so I’m stumped for a moment, but then I see a jar of chocolate hazelnut spread.

  “Ooh, my favorite,” Zoe says.

  “Want something else to drink? Another scotch?” I ask. “I don’t think you had a chance to finish yours at the bar.”

  She gives me a wicked smile that threatens to tent my loose pants. “No, water’s fine.”

  “Have any beer?” Alex asks, and I wave him toward the fridge. It’s weird having someone else around after sex. Part of me can’t quite believe what just happened — especially how much I enjoyed it.

  Of course, I got off on having Zoe — any heterosexual man would — but sharing her with Alex was hot, way more than I’d expected. Maybe because it was so clear how much she was into our threesome.

  She’s leaning back against the counter, the robe falling open to reveal the beautiful length of her leg. I step in close as I reach for a chip, and then stay close, running my free hand along that bare leg.

  I dip a pretzel stick into the chocolate and offer it up to her lips. “Eat up. You’re going to need energy later.”

  Her eyes widen. “Oh, am I?” She closes her lips around the pretzel and then uses her tongue to pull it into her mouth. My cock jerks against her hip and she purrs like a kitten. Make that a tiger. There’s nothing kittenish about Zoe Kelleher.

  I wipe a drop of chocolate from beside her lip and push the tip of my finger into her mouth. “We’re going to give you a lot more orgasms.”

  She turns on that sultry smile, and I’m not sure I can wait to get all the way back to the bedroom. “Orgasms,” she intones, the mock solemnity of her voice in stark contrast to the rest of her expression. “The food of the gods.”

  “Maybe you’re ready for another one now?” I say.

  “I’m always ready, baby,” Zoe says, running a hand across my bare chest. I have no doubt she means it.

  She pulls me in and kisses me, and while our lips are locked, I scoop her up and set her on the edge of the island countertop. I haven’t tasted Zoe yet, and I don’t intend to wait any longer for the pleasure.

  11

  Slammed Shut

  Zoe

  I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters, and not all of them have been satisfying. When I’ve shared stories with my besties, Mega and Tara, they have once or twice suggested that I may be too much for some men.

  I would argue that some of those men were not enough for me.

  Those disappointing experiences flash quickly through my mind in sharp contrast to what is happening right now.

  Lucas hoists me up in one quick motion and I squeal with delight. He sets me on the counter, spreads my legs, and dives into me with his tongue before I can even catch my breath. I’m still savoring my last bite of Nutella, and he’s licking my folds like I’m his favorite snack.

  I glance at Alex, who’s watching with interest. His eyes meet mine, and his mouth curves up in a grin. Then Lucas pushes a finger inside, at the same time flicking my clit with his tongue, and I throw my head back with pleasure.

  I grip the edge of the counter tightly as my toes curl and my eyes roll back. “Oh yes!” I cry.

  Alex steps up, reaches past me, and presents a finger full of creamy chocolate. I wiggle with delight as he spreads it over my breasts before leaning in to lick it off of my skin.

  When he’s eaten it all, and my nipples are hard and wanting more, he digs in for more of the sweet spread, but this time, he has other ideas. Lucas pauses for a moment as his brother slowly trails his finger along my outer lips, and over my clit, then pulls away.

  As Alex licks the remaining chocolate from his finger, making a point of having me watch him do it, Lucas gets right down to the business of savoring the chocolate from my most pleasurable places. I wiggle and moan, and push myself against him, needy for more.

  Alex presses me backward so that I’m flat on the countertop, and then decorates my chest with another helping of the chocolate. As he licks it from me, using broad, swirling strokes of his tongue, and his brother’s tongue plunges in and out of me and circles my clit, I feel my pleasure rising in a similar spiralling pattern.

  I’m spread out like a banquet, with not one, but two men feasting on my body, and that thought pushes me up over the peak, sending me flying over the other side.

  “Oh god, oh yes!” I buck on the countertop, push myself against Lucas’s mouth, and wrap my legs around his head as I start to come. My hands dig into Alex’s back and I soar higher and higher.

  As I come back down to earth, Lucas kisses a trail down my thighs, while Alex cups my face in his palm and plants a deep but tender kiss on my mouth. I sigh against him. “Best snack ever.”

  “That was just an appetizer,” he says with a wicked grin. “Let’s get back to the main course.” He picks me up and carries me back to the bedroom, Lucas at his side.

  *

  I wake up feeling chilled and find myself alone in the bed. Noises and smells from outside the room tell me that one or both of the twins are cooking breakfast.

  I pull a blanket toward me, curl up, and take a long moment to enjoy the feeling of being naked in bed, my body relaxed but energized, a warm, happy glow filling me from head to toe. A few choice images from last night come to mind, and my face breaks into a smile.

  I lost track of how many orgasms they gave me, of how many I gave them. They had an amazing amount of stamina — times
two! Eventually, all overlapping, entangled and completely spent, the three of us fell asleep together. It was glorious.

  I’m still reveling in the memories when I notice that the ribbon of light at the edge of the blinds is awfully bright. Crap, I have to work today!

  I find a clock and see that I have enough time to get ready, but not much to spare. Reluctantly, I pull myself out of bed.

  After a shower, I wrap Lucas’s robe around me and stride out to collect my clothes. I’m greeted with “morning, babe” from Lucas, who’s cooking at the stove, and and “good morning, beautiful” from Alex, who’s pouring juice at the counter. They’re both in the same sweats from last night, and attractively bare chested. Morning stubble on their unshaven faces only makes them look more yummy.

  The small dining table is set with plates, cups, and even cloth napkins, and I feel bad that I’m about to run out. For about one half of a second, I consider calling off work so that I can have a relaxed breakfast with these two sexy brothers, and enjoy anything else that might happen afterward.

  But I’m much too responsible for that, and, more importantly, last night was perfect. It was perfect, and it’s over. Why take a chance on messing up such a great memory?

  “Good morning,” I say to both of them. “I’ll be right back.” I make a gesture toward the clothing in my hand and disappear back into the bedroom.

  When I return, Lucas is bringing a plate of sausages to the dining table, and Alex, who was pouring coffee, holds a mug out to me.

  “Thank you,” I say, cupping my hand around it and inhaling the caffeinated aroma.

  “You didn’t need to dress,” Lucas says. “Breakfast is casual around here.”

  “I have to leave,” I say. “I have work.”

  “Do you have time to eat first?” Alex asks.

  I grab a sausage link, take a bite, then set it on the edge of one of the plates. After another sip, I set my coffee down too. “I’m good. Thank you both for last night. It was…” I search for the right word. “Unforgettable.” I give each of them a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek, then grab my purse.

  “Whoa, wait a minute,” Lucas says. “I’ll get changed and drive you.”