So, when they got home, she retreated to her room and hadn’t left. If Devlin was going to be stubborn then so was, she. Of course, her seclusion didn’t stop Damien from informing her that the Prescott Brothers would never watch their daughter again and that he has serious concerns about Gino’s influence. Apparently, her daughter had gained almost five hundred dollars in the short time they were gone and when Damien tried to get Skylar to give the money back, the little imp refused running off with her little piggy to the safety of her Nona. And no one challenged Nona.
It didn’t take long for Mrs. Fratteli to find out that her sons had messed up again, and the shouting could be heard all the way upstairs. However, Lisset didn’t care. As far as she was concerned Devlin and Damien were getting what they deserved. In the meantime, Lisset was going to enjoy the peace and quiet as she read one of her books.
Hours went by and before she knew it, she felt them staring at her. Typically, it should have bothered her, but with knowing that Skylar was fast asleep, and the house was all locked and secured for the night, for some reason she felt safe. She couldn’t explain it, considering the danger she was in and how angry she was before, but having more and more of her family from New Jersey arrive daily, the fear of fear was starting to dissipate and so was her anger.
The more she thought about it, she realized she was having the time of her life.
It was funny she thought, at one point all she could do was dream of two men loving her, worshiping her, only living to make her happy. Now she was living it. There was something extraordinary about being with two men. It was double the pleasure. Though being intimate with them was relatively new, the bond they had was more than some would ever have. Her men had waded through hell with her and they survived. Oh, she knew there was going to be more trials, but together, they could do anything.
Her handicap didn’t hinder their relationship. In fact, it strengthened it. The trust between the three of them was remarkable, and she would cherish it for the rest of her life. So, having them stare at her wasn’t an inconvenience anymore, it kind of…turned her on.
She hadn’t thought it was possible, but somehow her face felt like it got even redder. Actually, her entire body was feeling kind of hot - and she told herself it wasn’t just because she’d been listening to Damien describe a scene last night right out of one of her fantasies in his deep sexy voice. It was a combination of arousal from what she’d been reading, humiliation that now they knew what she’d been reading, and the despair of knowing that there was no way in hell she’d ever be able hide anything from them again. That was what love did to her and she was truly in love for the first time in her life.
She thought she knew love, but she never really did. Love wasn’t just an emotion felt, it was more. It was doing, being there, supporting and protecting and that was exactly what Damien and Devlin had done since they first met her.
“Can I have my book back please?” she said, almost primly, as if she weren’t experiencing her first ever full body blush.
“What are you reading Lisset?” Damien asked. “Is it that kinky foursome again?”
Giggling, her face reddened more. “Yes.”
“I told you those books were a bad idea,” Devlin said climbing into bed, sitting next to her. “There is no way we can live up to what she reads.”
“I don’t know about that brother,” Damien said, and he laid down on her other side. “I bet were kinkier than anything in that book.” Damien was just a flirt and Devlin preferred getting straight to the point, but there was no denying that the atmosphere in the room had just altered. It still amazed her that she could tell them apart, even though she couldn’t see them. Oh, she knew they were twins, but they were completely different in her mind. Just like she knew it was Devlin who wrapped his arms around her and squeezed.
She let out a little squeak and tapped the muscular forearm that was like an iron band around her ribs. “Can’t breathe.”
Immediately his arms loosened, but they didn’t drop away.
“She reads about kinky sex, threesomes and foursomes all the time,” Devlin said, never losing his hold.
“Maybe she’d like to experience a little. Do you have a kinky threesome fantasy, Lisset?”
“Yes,” The word slipped out before she could stop it. Devlin was moving closer to her, his arms tightening again. They were acting weird.
“Do you sometimes fantasize about having a threesome with me and Damien?”
“I thought we already did.”
“Oh, baby,” Damien replied. “What we did was nothing like what we really want to do to you.”
“Which is?”
“You’ve read the books. You tell us,” Devlin replied, his thumb lightly running over her nipple. Lisset was confused. She had slept with both of them. In the same bed at the same time. They’d both been very attentive, making her come many times. Then like a bolt of lightning, it hit her. They wanted a real threesome. Like the ones she read about in her book… where one guy is...and the other guy... Instantly her body stiffened.
“Told you she would figure it out,” Devlin chuckled.
“I bought her the books. I helped,” Damien added.
She’d never, ever done anything like that, not even with Gabriel and Alex, yet Devlin and Damien wanted to do that with her. She would easily admit that sex didn’t scare her, and she was willing to try anything, but she honestly never, not once, tried that. It seemed to intimate. It was like letting someone see the real her. Was she ready for that? Did she even want too?
She felt dizzy, light-headed, and like she was flying on top of the world. Like Icharus flying too close to the sun and knowing she was about to get burned, knowing that her wings were about to melt, and she was going to have a shattering fall to earth in the form of reality, but right now things were too much like one of her fantasies for her not to want to indulge a little. Have a threesome with Devlin and Damien right now?
Yeah, she couldn’t even count how many times she had masturbated to that fantasy over the past two years. Singular, together, whatever, the thought turned her on. Even being teased like this, pretending for one second that it might happen, made the fact that all of her reading was worth it.
Damien’s arm tightened again, and she suddenly become very aware that he was waiting for an answer.
“Back off, Devlin.”
Lisset could feel Devlin’s erection pressing between her butt cheeks and against her lower back, so she wasn’t having trouble formulating the thought that she should inform them that she didn’t want them to leave her alone. Either of them. Before she could even think of a reply, Devlin gripped her chin with his hand, and kissed her.
With her back still pressed against his front, there was nothing she could do but cling to his forearm and arch against him, as sizzling heat flashed through her body with a force that she’d never known. Maybe he kissed her to keep her from asking questions. Maybe because he was turned on too. Then again, did she really care about the reason?
Nope. Not one bit!
Lisset opened her mouth to kiss him back as his tongue thrust towards her. Oh jeezus. Her knees went weak and she was pretty sure that if he hadn’t been holding her tightly that she actually would have swooned right before him.
Movement to her right distracted her and suddenly Damien was pressing against her front, his hands on her hips.
Devlin growled, breaking off the kiss.
Another little growl and her head was tipped back and Devlin’s mouth lowered to hers again. Possessive. Powerful. She moaned against his lips, one hand on his forearm, the other on Damien’s muscular chest as he pressed forward, his hands sliding up her sides, over Devlin’s arms and to her breasts.
The thin cotton top she was wearing might as well been of spider webs for all the protection it provided from the searing heat of his hands. Devlin held her even closer, his hand splaying almost possessively across her belly as it went lower, her fingers still wrapped around his wrist.<
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Holy crap. She could seriously die happy right now.
Damien wasted no time ripping her shirt from her body baring her breasts. Something must have alerted Devlin because he suddenly pulled his mouth away from hers and began to kiss down the side of her neck as she leaned her head back against his shoulder. She was pretty sure the change in position was so that he could watch as Damien squeezed and fondled her breasts. Her nipples felt so hard and swollen that she was afraid they might pop as his fingers tightened around them.
She could seriously die happy right now.
Damien began to pinch and twist her nipples. It should have hurt, it almost did, but the utter, throbbing need that was pulsing in her has overwhelmed any other sensation. Damien’s hand on her stomach began to slide down over her mound and his fingers pulled her panties from her body.
She was moaning, gyrating, completely lost in sensation between them. Then they shifted. She was bereft for just a moment before both of them were pressing back against her, except this time she was kissing Damien and Devlin was grinding his cock between the cheeks of her ass as he tugged at her nipples.
The kiss with Devlin was different. He was a damn good kisser, but he didn’t devour her the way Damien had. He was more practiced, more in control, and more passionate. Not that she really cared at this point, it was just something that she noticed in the back of her head while her body reigned supreme. Teeth dug into her shoulder and she moaned into Devlin’s mouth, someone was feeling her up and she didn’t know if it’s one or both of them, she just knew that it felt fantastic as they squeeze her breast. The kneading of her flesh soothed some of the aching inside her, but it also just made the throbbing need between her legs even worse.
Fingers slip down the front of her lower belly and she could tell that the hand was coming from behind her, which meant that it was Damien who was pushing his hand towards her bottom. Damien who was touching the hot, wet folds of her pussy.
He groaned as his hand pushed forward and his fingers slid through the wet heat. “Fuck, she’s soaked.”
Pulling back, Devlin squeezed her breasts again, pinched her nipples between his fingers and tugging on them. It hurts so good, mingling with the heady pleasure of the way Damien’s fingers were rubbing against her swollen clit. “Is this as good as your books Lisset?”
“Better.” Her voice was slurred from the pleasure and she couldn’t help but moan again as Devlin squeezed her nipples even tighter. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out towards him to relieve the pressure and pushing the globes of her ass into Damien. He groaned and pressed back, his cock rubbing up and down the crack of her ass.
“What next?” Damien asked, spinning her around. His hands were on her hips, his face inches from hers as she felt the heat of his breath on her cheek. “What do you want us to do, Lisset?”
Lisset shuddered. “I want to suck your cock.”
Damien groaned. She didn’t need to tell him twice because she felt the bed dip as the sounds of clothing being removed so fast it probably would have set a world record.
When he returned to the bed, she reached out for him, feeling her way down him until she wrapped her fingers around his hard, hot length and he groaned, letting her tug him forward. His silky soft skin moved beneath her palm. The steel rod interior was firm, and a drop of fluid pooled at his tip. Her tongue flicked out to take a taste, salty and sweet, accompanied by a groan that made her insides clench.
He was waiting for her, waiting for her mouth, waiting for her tongue and her touch. Her tongue flicked out as she explored the sensitive head of his dick. Pressing her lips to the tip, she sucked him slowly, smiling to herself as she heard both men groan. Damien’s hands smoothed over her hair, encouraging without pushing. She could feel his cock flexing as she took more and more of it into her mouth, her hand still gripped around the base of his cock until it started getting in her way. She rolled his balls with her other hand, moving her head up and down at an agonizingly slow pace until she felt his hips buck automatically. Then she increased her suction, closing her eyes as she hummed with pleasure at the feel of him sliding back and forth between her lips.
“Holy fuck!” Damien growled as she tugged on his balls and a shudder went through him.
“God that’s hot,” Devlin muttered from the side. Lisset released the hold she had around the base of Damien’s dick and reached around to grab his ass cheeks, which were incredibly firm. Seriously, firmer and more muscular than anyone’s ass cheeks had any right to be, although it didn’t help that he was clenching and relaxing them over and over again. She used the new position to help her take his cock deeper, relaxing her throat muscles and lengthening her neck until her lips were only an inch away from his body.
“Oh.... fuck, Lisset. I’m gonna cum.” His omission was a warning, but it just made her even more determined to take him all. She started to pull away, which was what he was expecting, but then she slid right back down as soon as she got a quick breath of air. Taking his entire length into her mouth, the head of his cock lodged in her throat. She could feel her narrow passage protesting, her lungs were burning, yet none of that mattered as Damien’s cock began to pulse against her tongue. She lashed at that pulsing vein, triumph welling as fluid spurted into her throat and she swallowed convulsively. His entire body trembled as his fingers tightened in her hair, on her head, as he emptied himself into her belly.
“Her turn,” Devlin said. Lisset’s mouth watered knowing what was about to come.
“Wait,” Damien said, his voice still hoarse from the groan of his climax. “I want you to ride her face while I make her come.”
Her pussy clenched. Damien tugged at her hips, helping her to sit on the edge of the bed. She felt him move, and before she knew what he was doing, he was between her legs. Still sitting, she braced herself as Damien hoisted her legs over his shoulders. Bracing herself with her arms, her head fell back as Damien took his first swipe of his tongue against her clit, then said, “Fuck she’s soaked.”
It only took a moment for Damien to get her situated the way he wanted her. One long lick up the center of her slit had her moaning, and almost as soon as her mouth was open, Devlin was in front of her, feeding his cock into her open mouth. The moans were immediate stifled by a hot, hard length of meat. Her jaw already ached from blowing Damien, her mouth saturated with the taste of his cum, but she found that she wanted more. Especially as the man beneath her began to tease and lick at her pussy lips. She was so turned on that all she could think about was getting as much cock into her as possible, and if the only place it was going right now was her mouth then so be it.
She had done 69 before, but this was completely different. For one, Damien wasn’t distracted by her sucking on his cock, so his full attention was given to eating her out like a pro. And Devlin was demanding her full attention on his cock, his hips moving as he fucked her mouth and throat, his hands steady on her head. He wouldn’t accept a half-hearted blow job and every time she started to get distracted, his grip would tighten, and his cock would surge a little bit deeper so that she was forced to bring her attention back to sucking.
It was so incredibly hot and frustrating at the same time, because all she wanted to do was focus on the fantastic pussy licking, she was getting, but she couldn’t and she knew she wasn’t giving Devlin a good of a blow job as she had Damien, but she couldn’t fix that either! She was at the mercy of both of them, her body riding Damien’s face as she clung to Devlin’s hips, hanging on for dear life as he relentlessly drove his cock back and forth between her lips while her body worked its way up towards a delayed and much-needed orgasm.
Damien sucked her clit into his mouth, working it with his tongue, and her nails dug into Devlin’s body as she screamed around his cock. The orgasm hit her with all the subtlety of a freight train, making her legs tremble around Damien’s head as he sucked hard, forcing her to ride out the pleasure. She was dimly aware of Devlin’s cock pulsing in her mouth, muffling her cries,
and her throat worked as she swallowed her second load of cum for the night. Tears were sparking in her eyes as the lack of air only seemed to make her orgasm more intense as her body tingled and throbbed.
It was only Devlin’s hands holding her upright that kept her from collapsing her weight completely onto the bed. Damien reached out and snagged her from Devlin’s hands, pulling her away as she tried to gain some of her equilibrium back.
“How are you feeling, Lisset?” Damien asked.
“Good.” she smiled, feeling rather hazy, like she’d been flown to some surreal world where Damien and Devlin only existed to pleasure her. Her head was so out of it that it was easy to go along with. She leaned against him, her head still tipped back. Her lips felt swollen and her throat was a little sore, but she really was feeling deliciously good. This was so much better, so much hotter than any of the books she’d read, even if it was nothing like what she had expected. In some ways she still didn’t believe that she wasn’t dreaming. For all she knew she’d fallen asleep while reading and her overly fertile imagination had come up with some seriously wishful thinking. “Wonderful. I want more.”
Fingers stroked down her back. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
She laughed. She couldn’t help it.
“I’ve been reading threesome stories for years now, do you think I’m going to give up the opportunity when I’m already smack in the center of a fantasy?” she asked, a little incredulous. “I might never get up the balls to be in this situation ever again.”
“This isn’t a fantasy Lisset. You belong to us. This is what you can look forward to every night,” Damien replied seriously. It didn’t matter how drunk on endorphins and pleasure she was, that didn’t stop the hot blush that flooded her cheeks immediately. She dropped her gaze away, especially when she heard Devlin chuckling and moving closer behind her.
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