by Dede Craig
“Let me fuck you, Gia,” Aidan moaned and moved his mouth to hers, biting softly on her lower lip, pulling it slightly.
“Oh God, we can’t, but—”
“But what? But you want to?” His hands moved up to the back of her head, raking through it.
Aidan’s fingers against her scalp were like a thousand heated needles, igniting a fire that raced down the length of her body. She whimpered against the throb of her clit, the ocean wetness of her pussy, and the room seemed to spin around her.
“Tell me you don’t want me, too. Tell me you don’t want me to take you right here, right now.”
But she couldn’t. Instead, she shook her head slowly, her eyes brimming with tears of unbridled desire for this gorgeous, hot-blooded man with a cock she already knew could fuck her to ecstasy.
“So do you want me to fuck you, Gia?”
He slowly bent his mouth to hers and licked her mouth with the tip of his tongue. He moved his hand to her thigh, slowly inching her dress upward. “Do you?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she said quietly under her jagged breath, and swallowed. For the life of her, she could not move. She could barely breathe. She tried to will herself to stop him, but she could not. Would not.
Her body was consumed by a maddening fire of lustful craving. She knew it was wrong, knew that Liam could walk in at any second, but her body refused to obey any logic, heeding only to the master of rabid desire that lashed at her core. She was frozen.
Aidan smiled, and his eyes swirled with a primitive, carnal darkness. With his gaze still locked into hers, he slowly bent his knees, bringing his hands to the sides of the hips as he lowered himself in front of her. He tore his gaze away from hers and lost it in her swollen pussy.
The look on his face spoke of a sexual hunger so voracious that it took every inch of willpower she had not to ram her wet pussy onto his wanting mouth. Instead, Gia closed her eyes and arched her head backward, knowing exactly what was coming, and oh God yes, her body screamed. It would be her.
His hands gripped at the hem of her dress before he shoved it up. She dared not look. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself. Wouldn’t be able to stop herself from fucking his tongue, denying him the pleasure of controlling it.
She squeezed her eyes, and pushed her hands to her sides, clenching the edge of the table. Her dress was at her waist and his hands at the sides of her thighs, and she bit down on her lip, waiting.
Then it came. A moist flick against her thick pussy folds, and then against her pulsing clit. She was dripping with anticipation, her core almost painfully aching for more.
She moved her pelvis, enjoying the sensations coursing through her. She bit back a scream as another moist and hot flick of his tongue rocked her mind to oblivion.
His hands tightened on her bare hips, pulling her harder toward his succulent, scorching mouth. He pushed his tongue further into the folds of her pussy and lapped her juices like a ravenous animal, unsated and growling with wanting.
She kept her eyes closed, and her mind raged in its storm of savage lust. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. Just the feeling that rippled through her cunt, sending her body to heaven and hell.
She moved her pelvis in a slow circle, feeling the thrilling current running its sexy course through her body. She could hear the succulent, appreciative sounds of her soaking wetness while his tongue worked its magic.
His cologne mixed with the smell of her juices gently caressed her senses, and she inhaled deeply. His whole mouth was on her pussy. He was engulfing the folds of her core, savoring it. She could feel his hands move gently to the inside of each of her thighs, pushing them further apart. Her mouth parted, and she screamed through clenched teeth when he widened her legs further then thrust his tongue deeper and flicked it hungrily.
She writhed in ecstasy, each suck, each lick sending shivers of ravenous abandon through her. She was never so glad to have foregone panties. She could hear her own moans catching in her throat while his tongue fucked her. Each lick of his tongue sent her pelvis thrusting upwards, grinding into his mouth.
She moved her hands to his head and raked her fingers through the top. She groaned and tugged at the silky mane then pulled him harder into her pussy.
His tongue and lips moved off her folds, and he groaned into them.
Where was he? Her eyes were still shut tight. The thrill of the darkness made the moment hotter. She wanted to savor it until she needed to look at him. Right now, all she could do was stand there and wait for his delicious next move.
She screamed out as her nipple arched into a rush of warm air and the feel of Aidan’s able tongue.
His mouth moved on her nipple, sucking and moving his tongue in circles.
She was throbbing for him, every part of her body ached, and she writhed, leaning her pelvis toward him. The foreplay was everything she needed, but right now, all she wanted was him, deep inside her. She wanted his hard cock, filling her, reaching into her soul. Her hands were still in his hair, and she moved them down to his face, cupping each side of it while he sucked.
He moved his mouth away from her nipple.
The momentary emptiness jolted her body, and she opened her eyes to find herself looking directly into his. His gaze held traces of light and frenzied desire dancing in the darkness.
She moaned in tandem with the animalism she saw there.
He quickly removed his tee shirt over his head, and she traced her fingers over his bare chest and slick sweat bristled across the hard planes.
She pulled his head toward her then crashed her mouth onto his.
She kissed him, moving her tongue greedily on his, tasting her saline juices there. The faint taste of mint and vodka moved through her mouth, and she sucked on his tongue, relishing the wet sensation.
“Fuck me now,” she pleaded, opening her legs and cupping her drenched pussy against his thigh. She craved his hard cock, a craving that screamed to be sated in the hardest, fastest way possible. A simple exchange. His huge and hard cock to her slippery cunt. She licked her lips, knowing that she wanted him as much as she had wanted his brother, maybe more knowing exactly what his hard, juicy cock would feel like pummeling inside her. Hammering her pussy senseless, fucking the life out of her. God, she wanted this. She had to have him.
He raised his hands to her hips then quickly turned her around toward the table.
She splayed her hands and arched her back, bent over. Her wet pussy and ass faced toward him. Oh God she wanted him. She needed him. This was all that mattered right now, all that—
She gasped as the head of his cock whipped across her entrance. He edged it in slightly then withdrew. He moved his hands to her hair and gently turned her head so that she could face him. He moved his hands to her back and slapped his dick across her slit while staring at her with a horny, amused glint. He lowered his mouth to hers and flicked his tongue in and out, teasing her mouth. “Say my name,” he whispered onto her tongue.
“Aidan,” she rasped. And she knew, if he was anything like Liam, then she’d tell him what she wanted before he asked. “I want you to fuck me now.”
He smiled and a low growl escaped his mouth just when he slammed his hard cock into her.
“Oh yes, fuck yes,” she groaned onto his lips when it hit deep inside her, stretching her to bliss.
He held nothing back while he rammed into her pussy, driving in and out.
“Oh fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he whispered, his voice thick and hoarse.
The force rocked her body, made her crazy for wanting more of him.
His hands moved to her face, and he cupped her jaw while he looked into her eyes. His mouth was opened slightly, and wet from her juices. He growled with each thrust.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
She watched the movement of his mouth and flicked her tongue out to lick his bottom lip.
He rammed his big cock harder into her. Plunged it deep
into her pussy.
“Oh yes, right there, yes,” she screamed, matching his strokes, grinding against him with each one. She arched her back and lowered her head. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, feeling her body readying itself for release.
He raised one hand up to the back of her neck and turned her to face him. He pushed her mouth to his and sucked her tongue, while fucking her harder.
She could hear her wetness slapping against his balls.
He was delirious with desire, his eyes half closed. “Fuck, this feels so good, oh fuck,” he grunted with each lunge.
He moved his hands to her breasts and lowered his head to her back, licking the slick skin. He slid his cock out and then stabbed it back in, slamming at the back of her walls.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered.
He fucked her harder, drummed faster, each stroke bringing her closer.
Just a few more strokes and she’d be there. Just a few more—
“Oh my God, oh fuck, this feels so—” She gasped and grabbed his hands with hers and screamed when her pussy contracted and released, milking him. She could feel his wetness, his creamy juices enveloping her with its warmth, the waves coursing through her body, wildly then gently while her mind descended into bliss.
The last of his creamy cum released into her, and her legs collapsed beneath her.
Aidan caught her quickly and held her body in his arms, his hands wrapped gently around her thighs and back. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, cradled to his heaving chest. He walked quickly to the leather couch and placed her lying onto it.
She moved her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes and saw a look of sated bliss etched into them.
He smiled then laughed before collapsing onto her, heaving. He moved his mouth to hers and gave her one quick kiss before nestling his head into her neck until finally he was still.
Gia’s body trembled with the aftershocks, each one pulsating through her. Her legs were shaking, and she smiled. Every inch of her body was relaxed in the way only sex brought. That warmed feeling of nirvana that dispelled all of life’s curveballs. Even as she lay there completely satisfied, her body buzzed softly, and she knew it wanted more. Was it possible that she could want more? She could already feel the stirring in her pussy. Yes, she certainly could have more. Would it ever be enough, she wondered, with a man like Liam? Oh God, she flinched with realization.
In her twisted desire, she had almost forgotten that she was with Aidan. She froze in place, unsure of what to say or do.
He raised his head and looked at her, and a fleeting glint crossed his eyes.
“Well, this is a sexy surprise.”
Gia’s eyes narrowed, looking at Aidan, but his mouth was not moving.
She whipped her head around, and gasped in shock. She froze as she looked at—at...Liam.
He was ambling toward them, his head tilted and his arms crossed over his chest.
She quickly pushed Aidan off her and jerked her dress up and the bottom down, sitting up in iced horror.
Liam moved closer to them, his eyes narrowed and darker than she thought they were. His lips pursed slightly before he spoke. “So, Aidan, you having fun?”
Chapter 5
Gia’s mind went into spasms as she looked madly from Liam to Aidan. She slowly rose to her feet and straightened her dress. She pulled the bottom lower than it was meant to go then stood immobilized and stared at the brothers before her.
When she saw them together, they were not similar or alike. They were one hundred percent identical in every way. Yes, they were twins, but the exact likeness was decidedly freaky. The same smoldering eyes and black hair. Even their hairstyles were identical. Did they use the same hairstylist? Even their bodies seemed to ripple in the same places. Their jaws clenched and tightened at the same angle, with the same tension.
“Welcome home, brother.” Liam leaned forward and patted his arm with a smile.
Gia watched the exchange between them. Wait, what? The way Liam looked at Aidan was so out of place. There was no rage, no expected territorial anger. Instead, was she imagining things? She swore she could see the traces of—what exactly? Pride? Satisfaction? Amusement? Her head in a daze, she barely managed to stammer. “I’m sorry. Liam, I—” But she couldn’t continue. She was stuck somewhere between guilt and utter confusion.
The brothers were engaged in a silent exchange, but both turned when she spoke.
“It’s okay, Gia,” Aidan said softly.
Gia stared at him. Both he and Liam looked so, so normal, as if this was a normal occurrence. “What’s going on here?”
Still naked, Aidan’s expression softened as he raised his hands apologetically toward her, then rested them on her arms. “Gia, listen to me, I—”
She jerked and backed away from his hands, shaking her head slowly, feeling both guilty and madly confused. “No, I’m sorry, I’ve made a mistake. A huge mistake,” she moaned.
She moved and looked at Liam, her top lip curled in guilt and confusion.
He was dressed in the same black shirt from earlier. He seemed calm, yet concerned, while he offered her a small, almost apologetic smile. Evidently to show her he wasn’t upset.
She stared at him pleadingly. “I didn’t know you were back, oh God, I thought that—I’m sorry, I’m just so confused. Aren’t you mad?”
Hell, she was. In fact she was furious at herself and at Liam for this show of calm. He had every right to be just a tiny bit pissed off at her, yet he looked more pleased than anything.
Liam glanced at Aidan, and she noted another silent message pass between them, one she was not genetically able to decipher.
Aidan nodded toward Liam then bent to pick up his shirt and jeans, before walking out of the library.
Gia walked toward the couch and sat down, her eyes unblinking. She buried her head into her hands and shook her head, trying to comprehend how she could have allowed it to happen. She barely knew him, but still, she should have stopped him. But she didn’t. “What have I done?” she whispered into her hands.
How could she have slept with Liam’s brother, and within hours of sleeping with him? She was too caught up in her own rapture, too submissive to her body’s hunger for a man. Two men. She shook her head numbly, still reeling from shock and humiliation.
She lowered her hands and stared at them. She had never felt this cheap. Even though Liam seemed okay with what happened, it was his brother, after all. She raised her head, tears brimming in her eyes then she faced Liam. “I’m so sorry, Liam, I was waiting for you. I fell asleep. I thought, I woke up. It just happened. Oh God.” She frowned and chewed on her lower lip.
He was standing at the side of the couch watching her, with a hint of a smile on his mouth which was otherwise closed in contemplation.
She couldn’t decide if he was angry, bemused, or simply calm. She cautiously stood up and walked toward him, her legs wobbly beneath her. He should be angry, but she didn’t know, did he understand? She raised her hand and caressed his rough cheek. Even before she spoke, she could see the anger she expected to see wasn’t there. But she had to say something. “I didn’t mean to sleep with your brother. You look so alike, you move alike, shit, I don’t mean in that way.” She took a breath and mentally slapped herself then crawled out of the hole she was digging for herself. She lowered her hand to her side and waited, her gaze falling to his chest.
Liam didn’t move, his stare still firmly fixed into her face.
Looking up, his eyes burnt into her skin and her face reddened from the intensity. “Liam, I feel terrible, I really didn’t mean for this to happen. You have to believe me.”
“I know.” A soft smile played at the corners of his mouth.
“You know? What do you mean?”
Liam moved his hand to her chin and raised her face upward to his. He traced her lips with his forefinger before grabbing her arms and pulling her closer to him. His lowered his face to the side of her neck, his warm breath gr
azing over her pulse point.
Gia turned her face, resting her head halfway between his chest and shoulder. He smelled so delectable. She felt dirty, used.
“Did you enjoy it?” he whispered in her ear, and she swallowed a sharp intake of air. She froze in place, the sense of déjà vu crashing through her, not knowing what to say. Was he actually referring to Aidan?
“It’s okay, baby, you can tell me. Did you enjoy it?” He spoke so quietly, a husky whisper.
“I—don’t know what to say.” She lifted her hands up and held his shirt collar, thumbing the soft fabric. What was she supposed to say? She moved her head, placing her forehead on his chest. Of course she had enjoyed it. Aidan was his duplicate, in every possible way. They were equally hot, attractive, and inviting. Now this, now—
“You can tell me the truth. Did you?” He moved his tongue to her earlobe then flicked it into her ear.
A chill ran down her neck and spine, and she shivered. How was she supposed to answer him when it was possibly the best sex she had had, well, right up there with Liam? She gasped for air then exhaled deeply. What was she going to say?
Chapter 6
Aidan stared at the striking image of Gia.
She was pouting straight ahead at the camera. Her lashes were lowered with a look of sex, beckoning to millions of viewers all around the world. Her website was buzzing with activity from a Twitter feed, tagged with her name, on the right side of his laptop screen.
He stared at the scrolling declarations of adoration from her fans. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Can’t stop thinking about you.
On and on it scrolled, fortuitously echoing his thoughts. She was indeed exquisite, and every space in his normally well-ordered mind was consumed by thoughts of her.
Picturing her face, he cringed, thinking about the look on her when Liam had walked in. She certainly couldn’t have appeared more guilty or mortified. But he knew that Liam would explain as much as he could, and hopefully she would understand that she’d done nothing wrong.