Twin Tempt_An MFM Menage Military Romance

by Jess Bentley

  She nods tightly, her breath pulsing out through pursed lips. After a few moments she takes a deep, sustained breath and lets it out in a trembling shudder.

  “You were amazing!” she breathes.

  This catches me off guard.

  “Who me? I was amazing? Just doing my duty, ma’am.”

  “Don’t call me ma’am,” she mutters, just before she dives forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and jumping into my arms.

  Chapter 19

  Libby

  Seeing Ty knocked the wind out of me.

  I don’t know why. He didn’t see me. And even if he had, what would he have done about it? Nothing.

  Probably.

  But still, the sight of his sunburned face and stringy mullet stopped my heart in my chest. After that, I wasn’t sure what happened. Cass stepped in. His voice low and commanding, I automatically did whatever he said. Without thinking, without questioning. I just did what he said.

  Now, here in the tiny room with the door locked, he is everything I need.

  I reach up, practically climbing him like a tree, holding on for dear life as I kiss the breath from his lips, filling myself with his scent, with his strength. After a surprised moment, he kisses me back even harder, sucking my tongue to the root, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he holds me astride his hips.

  We are silent, hidden, refugees from a comic book villain. Still, my need is monumental. Huge. I need something solid.

  Untangling myself, I climb down him and unbutton his jeans, pushing him back against the mirror. He spreads his heels shoulder-width apart as I strip him naked to his knees.

  He is already hard for me, thick and heavy. His cock stands out straight, curling slightly downward. The head is dusky and fat, with the slit filling up as I watch.

  Falling to my knees, I plant myself in front of him and bury his cock in my mouth, stuffing my face with his meat until it chokes out every sound.

  Cass tangles his fingers in my hair, biting back his groans as he flexes. He wants to stay quiet, but I want him moaning. I want him to be my voice. I want him to drown out any thought in my head.

  I’ll take it all. From the tip all the way down to the base so that he slides past the back of my mouth, deep into my throat. Once there, I try to breathe, feel the suction that drags him even deeper.

  “Yeahhhhh, fuck, Libby! Uggggh,” he whisper-moans, but that’s not enough.

  No, I don’t want him in control. I don’t want him cautious and correct. I want control now. I want to climb on top of the situation.

  So I suck even harder. Remembering to be gentle, I hold his balls against the palm of my hand and pulse my fingers in the broad space behind them with every thrust, feeling the way his balls load up.

  Still not enough. He shakes with every thrust, but he still has a little bit of control left. I want to undo that. Following instinct, I slip a finger past his taint to his asshole, and hook it inside. His breath sucks in, but he doesn’t say anything. A little deeper, and I feel the walnut texture of his prostate under the tip of my finger and tap it lightly each time he hilts in my mouth.

  The effect is immediate. He comes like a firehose, an animal growl shuddering through his lips, his fingers twisting out strands of my hair.

  His asshole sucks around my fingers like a mouth, daring me to stroke his secret G spot even harder. But I know I need to be gentle. Too much of a good thing can ruin a man.

  He comes and comes, milked until he’s dry, until he goes limp in my mouth like a wilted flower stem.

  I keep sucking until the very last drop is exhausted. Only then do I feel full. Only then do I feel like I’ve really accomplished something.

  He slumps forward, panting dramatically. As he slides down the wall toward the small, vinyl stool, I watch his features melt into absolute submission. He hasn’t shown me that before. He’s always been in control. He’s always kept a little bit back.

  But here, I see a part of him only for me. A secret that we can share. A transaction of the most intimate kind.

  He breathes deeply, not even bothering to pull his jeans back up for several minutes as I sit on the floor with my back to the door. I love every detail about this. His dick curled against his thigh, now smaller and darker but still impressive. The golden hairs on his legs that lie so neatly. The girdle of muscles in his pelvis, standing out like ropes.

  “Jesus,” he pants, disbelieving. “What was… Did you do that?”

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” I smile. “We were both here. Pretty sure I did it. You did it too.”

  “No, I mean… The extra. I felt like I was coming for days. That… Did you do that on purpose?”

  Wiggling my eyebrows, I try to make sure I don’t smirk too triumphantly. “Oh, you think only women have assholes for fun? Is that what you’re saying?”

  “Well if that is what I was thinking, I will never say it again,” he chuckles, defeated. His head lolls back and forth.

  “I guess you liked it? Is that what you are saying?”

  Pride fills me. It was a risk, but I’ve seen it in videos a hundred times. Little did I know the effect it has in real life.

  “You blow me away,” he shudders, twitching as another wave of pleasure slams through him. “Fuck! So good!”

  Giggling, I walk to him on my knees and press a finger to his lips.

  “We have to be quiet, Cass,” I scold him gently. “We don’t want to be corrupting the youth of Target!”

  “People get arrested for stuff like this you know,” he warns me, smiling.

  “Gotta catch me first,” I quip.

  There. I feel better. Sassy. Back to myself. How about that for the magical power of blowjobs?

  After we hang out in the dressing room for a few more minutes, Cass finally rises, collects himself, and goes out to make sure the coast is clear. He returns shortly, holding out a hand for me to take.

  “Don’t forget your dresses,” he advises me, just before we leave the room.

  All of a sudden, everything is normal again. Here we are, a couple of people walking through the women’s section of a department store, a few brand-new outfits under my arm, this big handsome stud holding my hand. Downright wholesome.

  “You guys! You had me worried!” Will calls out as he walks up with the grocery cart.

  He and Cass murmur with their heads together for a few seconds, and he pauses, alert as a guard dog, while he searches the store for signs of Ty.

  “You’re all right?” he asks me in a low voice, urgent and concerned.

  “I’m all right now,” I confirm. “Cass took good care of me.”

  “Oh yeah?” he asks seriously, but when he glances at me, his expression changes as though he knows everything that went on. “Just how all right is all right?”

  I shrug nonchalantly and drape my new dresses over the back of the cart. “Let’s just say I owe you one, okay?”

  “Damn, timing is everything!” he complains as we continue on the aisle toward checkout.

  I hear the envy in his voice, but I know I can pay back the debt.

  Chapter 20

  Will

  “Okay, what do you want to watch?” Libby chirps, flopping onto the sofa next to me and crossing her bare ankles over my knees.

  She wiggles the TV remote in her fingers and smiles brightly until I close my laptop.

  “I don’t know… I was just going to do a little catching up—”

  “You can catch up later,” she smiles mischievously, placing her bare foot on top of my laptop so I can’t open it again.

  Her toenails are just polished. Peach color with frosty sparkles that catch the light. She wiggles them as I watch.

  “You like?”

  Her puppyish charm is definitely effective. Though I was determined to wrestle with some big decisions, now that seems less important.

  “I definitely like.”

  “Good!” she smiles sweetly. “So, are you a blood and guts kind of guy? Sports?
Romantic comedy?”

  “Oh, jeez… I don’t really know. The last time I watched TV I guess it was football?”

  “Is football on right now?”

  “I wouldn’t know,” I shrug. “I don’t like it. It was just on.”

  “Yeah, that really isn’t helpful at all. So let’s continue. Sci-fi? Reality TV? Documentary?”

  “Do you like documentaries?”

  “Oh, Mona and I were totally addicted to this show called Bloody Biology. You ever heard of it?”

  “No, don’t think so.”

  “Oh! It’s amazing, if you can handle the blood. It has kind of stupid title, but it’s really just about these groundbreaking surgeries, the ones where doctors find out stuff they never knew before, you know? Really get in there and see how people work.”

  “Okay, I’m game,” I shrug.

  She raises her eyebrows. “What? Seriously? Are you sure?”

  “Well if you get grossed out you can always cover your eyes,” I tease her.

  “Ha!” she scoffs, twisting sideways and flinging her arm out so she can start flipping through the controls on the TV. After a series of menu screens, the show begins with some predictably cheesy music and a dramatic narrator.

  Though I wasn’t expecting it, the show is pretty interesting. It is all about how there had been a practice of surgically modifying people to stitch their organs into place. They thought there was a epidemic of organ displacement, resulting in fatigue, fainting, even heart attacks. Their solution: creating netting to arrange organs in a sort of internal trapeze.

  Most of the show is voiceover and reenactment, with a lot of Victorian drawings and actors with waxed mustaches.

  “This isn’t very gory,” I shrug, wrapping my arm around her as she wiggles into the space next to me.

  “This episode isn’t,” she agrees. “But wait… there’s a twist.”

  “The surgeries are unnecessary?”

  “What!” she gasps, annoyed. “You’ve seen this one!”

  I laugh, pulling her closer so I can bury my nose in her hair. She smells like flowers or something. Some kind of girly shampoo I noticed in the shower.

  “No… I have just heard the story before. When people started using x-rays diagnostically, it appeared as if everyone’s organs had sunk from the places they were supposed to be.”

  She squints at me suspiciously, a sly smile twisting her pouty lips. “Yeah, exactly. Because all their drawings had been done from cadavers.”

  “Cadavers that were dissected while they lay on their back!” I finish. “Is it funny? I mean everybody made an assumption about what they thought they already knew. A new technology changed everything. It took a while to adjust.”

  “Probably messed up a bunch of people’s lives,” she adds.

  The garage door opens and closes, and Cass comes in, limping and grimacing. When he sees Libby, he straightens immediately, valiantly pretending that he wasn’t just acting like he had sprained his ankle.

  “Hey, are you okay?” I call out, because I know it will annoy him to have to admit it.

  He shoots me an accusatory glare. “I’m fine,” he growls. “Just a cramp. No big deal.”

  “A cramp!” Libby calls out with an inappropriate amount of cheer. “I can help with that!”

  He shakes his head suspiciously. “No, that’s okay. I just need to stretch it out a little bit.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” she sniffs as she climbs off the sofa.

  I stifle my reflexive resentment that Cass yanked her attention away from me. She skips over to him and jumps up to kiss him on the cheek, then bounces past into the kitchen and opens the freezer. I hear the clatter of ice cubes going into a bowl.

  “Go ahead and sit down,” she directs him, pointing. “I’ll be right over.”

  Cass limps dramatically in my direction. I swear he’s doing this for an Oscar.

  “Guess you got to move over,” he smirks at me as he lowers himself onto the sofa, getting his sweaty legs in my personal space.

  “Looks like you’re getting old. Maybe you should take it easy.”

  “Really? That’s how you want to play this? I will kick your ass up and down the street to shut you up if I have to, and don’t you forget it.”

  “I’d like to see you try it, gimpy.”

  “All right, both of you. Knock it off,” Libby huffs as she returns, sitting in between us and pulling Cass’s leg gently onto her lap.

  Curious, I watch what she does. She removes his shoe, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then she walks her fingers up and down the back of his leg until he winces like some kind of drama queen.

  “Okay, there it is,” she announces.

  “Don’t cry,” I suggest helpfully.

  “Eat me,” he offers back.

  Libby stops, twisting around to glare at me.

  “Are you serious with this? Your brother is injured. Can you leave him alone?”

  “Not really injured,” I grumble as she turns back around. I guess she means it.

  “Okay, that really won’t hurt. At least, I don’t think it will hurt. I’m just going to work around it until the muscles stop spasming, okay?”

  “You can do whatever you want, Libby,” Cass smiles. “I can take it.”

  I can practically feel them grinning at each other, and I am tempted to open my laptop back up again. But she told me not to, and though I am pretty sure she was playing just now I don’t actually want to tick her off.

  Her fingers are lovely to watch. Long and thin, nimble and graceful. She plays the back of his leg like a piano, gently kneading his muscle until he begins to relax. He even offers a few sighs to encourage her.

  Maybe I should take up running.

  “See? That’s good, right?” she coos softly.

  “Yeah, that’s perfect,” he smiles back.

  Well, I was here first. That’s my thought. He went out for a run. But I was definitely here first.

  The back of her dress is a crisscross of thin straps, with a bow in the middle. As she works the muscle in his leg I reach out and tug on the dangling end of the bow until it loosens and unties.

  “I feel you back there, Will,” she giggles. “What are you doing?”

  “Oh, whatever I want,” I answer.

  Cass catches my eye, but I answer him with a challenging squint. If he feels like taking this away from me, he’s going to have to stand up to do it, and I think there’s a good chance he actually did have a leg cramp.

  Points: me.

  “I’m trying to work here,” she chides me softly.

  The tie falls away easily, loosening the back of her dress so that I can slip the straps off her shoulders.

  “I am too.”

  When I kiss the back of her neck, she shivers in response. I feel the hairs raise on her arms and I run the palms of my hands along her shoulders.

  “You’re salty,” I whisper against the back of her ear.

  “You are making it very difficult to concentrate,” she whispers back.

  “That’s exactly what I am trying to do.”

  One by one, I bite a light row of nibbles from her ear to the crest of her shoulder. It’s hard enough that I can see the mark, but not too hard. I like that ridge in her skin, the orderly tattoo, however temporary.

  Sliding my hands into the back of her dress, I reach around to cup the weight of her breasts against my palms. Her nipples are already erect and taut, the pink circles puckering beneath my touch.

  “Hey, my leg is still tight,” Cass complains, but I hear her sighing under my touch.

  She’s mine again. He’s going to have to wait.

  The dress slides up over her hips, and the lilac panties slide down. Her hips fit in my hands as I lift her up, dragging her back toward me. With just a few moves I am behind her, throbbing and ready, lined up with her wet, slippery snatch.

  Cass stares me down, his expression changing from playful annoyance to desire and curiosity. I want him to watch
. Positioning her on her knees, I kneel behind her on the sofa so that she has to straddle Cass’s extended legs.

  My fingers slip between her pussy lips and she moans, throwing her head back so that it lands on my shoulder. Her fingers grip the back of the leather sofa with a creaking sound.

  “That’s it, Libby,” I murmur in her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You know what I want,” she replies softly.

  “Tell me,” I repeat more forcefully.

  In answer, she reaches back and strokes my cock from base to tip, her fingers drumming just the way she did for Cass.

  “This,” she sighs. “I want this. Inside me.”

  “Yes, girl. And I want to give it to you.”

  I love the feeling of her fingers, but I love the feeling of her pussy even more. From any angle, she is tight as a drum. Not broken in, and if she’s isn’t broken in yet she may never be. I know where the divot is, but I always have to force the head of my cock past the tight outer edges. I always have to hold back, afraid I’m going to tear her open, but somehow she stretches to accept me and I am sheathed in her hot, dark passage. So welcoming, so inviting. I take her in one long, slow stroke, driving to the center of her. Briefly, I realize that in her upright position, everything inside her is pushing back against me, but I plow through. This is mine. Her body is mine.

  It only makes it better, knowing that she wants it too.

  After I get as deep in her as I can go, I shake her hips, making sure she is firmly seated on my fat, hard cock. She groans, full of my meat.

  It’s so hot, I feel like I’m going to explode right away, but not yet. Cass is enjoying the show. He moves his hand slowly inside his shorts, yanking himself hard as he watches me splitting our girl.

  She moves with me, calling out like an animal with every deep, almost unbearable thrust. I see the beads of sweat begin to gather under her hairline as she works to take all of me.

  It’s always too much, every time. But she bears it like a trouper. She wants it just as bad as I do.