“What can I help you with?” Clint asked.
Justin leaned against the back of the couch, one arm draped over Angel’s shoulders. “You said if we found a partner for tonight, to let you know and you’d arrange a room for us.”
Clint nodded and pulled a thin plastic key card from his pocket. “Got it set up just in case.” He looked at Angel. “Room seven. You know where it is.”
“I do.” She realized things were moving fast, but she was unwilling to slow them down. Everything in her body pulsated with the electrical connection sizzling among the three of them. Looking at the twins, she said, “If you’re ready?”
The grin Tucker flashed would have melted Angel’s panties if she’d been wearing any.
He winked at her. “More than you know.”
“You’ll find it stocked with everything you need,” Clint told the men. “If not, Angel can show you how to ring for something.” He smiled. “Enjoy.”
The key unlocked a room Angel had used before. Thick carpet padded the floor and amber light from wall sconces bathed the rich paneling in a golden glow. At one side sat a king-sized bed. Not too far from it stood a wooden apparatus with two sets of cuffs to attach to wrists and ankles. Ideal for a sub to be restrained while her two partners fucked her in a well-coordinated rhythm. On a table near the bed were a variety of toys, lubes and instruments, everything to take a sub to that bright edge of pleasure/pain. Multiplied by two.
“Intercom over here.” Angel pointed to a small panel inset by the door. “If you, uh, need something that isn’t provided, you can just press the button and tell whoever answers what you require.”
“I think we’ll be fine with what’s here. For tonight, anyway.” Justin cast his hot glance at her. “Right, darlin’?”
“Absolutely.” She rubbed her hands against the soft material of her skirt. Why was she suddenly so nervous? She was no bondage or ménage virgin. But there was something about these two men that made her want to please them. Give her body to them to enjoy.
Justin closed the door, the lock snicking softly into place, and Angel shivered as both men took a good long smoldering look at her.
Chapter Three
Tucker couldn’t take his eyes away from Angel’s full sensuous lips as her tongue peeped out and moistened the lower one. He immediately had an image of his cock resting on the plump flesh and sliding in and out of the hot well of her mouth. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she faced him, but over her head, his eyes met his brothers. They exchanged a look that their parents always called the twin signal.
I can’t tell you why, but I think she might be the one. Tucker sent his silent signals to Justin.
I agree. It feels right just this quick.
Let’s find out if it works. But don’t go all broody on me right in the middle. Don’t bring Holly into the middle of this. That’s old history.
Justin’s facial muscles tightened. You worry about yourself, little brother. I’m just fine.
Tucker cleared his throat and put his hands on Angel’s shoulders.
“Okay, darlin’. First things first. Safe word, please.”
She looked from one to the other.. “Don’t laugh. Buckskin.”
He swallowed a smile. “Yes, ma’am. Buckskin it is.” He looked at his brother. “So. Think we might ought to unwrap our little package here? See what the ménage fairy brought us?”
Justin’s gaze heated. “I think that’s a damn good idea.”
Still keeping his eyes on Angel’s tempting mouth, Tucker carefully eased the little buttons on the buckskin vest through the openings one at a time, letting the fabric fall naturally apart. As soon as it relaxed away from her body, her breasts spilled out and he captured them in his palms, their smooth heat scorching his skin.
Holy shit!
They were round and plump, the fine tracery of blue veins just visible beneath the creamy flesh. He hefted the weight, testing their firmness and brushing his thumbs over her ripe, swollen nipples.
A delicate rosy flush colored her body, and her breathing hitched just from that slight contact. He locked his gaze on hers, dropping his hands for a moment so Justin could maneuver the vest down her arms and toss it to the side. Then his brother’s hands slid to the front, squeezing and kneading Angel’s breasts.
“Nice and firm,” Justin murmured, easing Angel back so she was leaning slightly against him, his hands still cupping her breasts.
Tucker pressed his nose against the slender column of her neck and inhaled. “Man,” he breathed, “she sure smells good.” Then he lowered his head and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it.
“Bet she tastes good, too,” Justin growled, licking the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“I think some jewelry is in order here.” Tucker brushed his mouth against Angel’s. “Those nips will look mighty fine with some adornment on them, darlin’. You like having your nipples clamped?”
“Yes,” she murmured, her voice low and syrupy. Desire flared in her chocolate eyes, and the pulse at the hollow of her throat accelerated. “Yes, I do.”
“Then we’re happy to oblige.”
Oh, yeah. Damn happy. Tucker could hardly wait to see those buds diffused as the blood rushed to them and the gold bars squeezed them.
He sucked and pulled on Angel’s nipples until they were stiff and distended, just begging to be decorated. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger while Justin selected a pair of gold nipple clamps from the display on the table. It still amazed him how well they communicated silently, how after all these years of sharing women they needed very few signals to accomplish what they wanted. Once they discovered how much the shared pleasure enhanced their individual enjoyment, there was no stopping them. And even though tonight had just begun, just from the way they’d interacted already, it was evident that Angel Cruz was turning out to be the biggest treasure of all. Tucker wanted to make sure they did this right.
Justin gently squeezed the aureole on one breast while Tucker attached a delicate gold clasp. Then he clamped the other bud and sucked in his breath at the magnificent sight.
Angel was a vibrating ribbon of arousal between them, her musky scent filling the room, little soft whimpers rolling from that tempting mouth. Tucker found the little side zipper of her skirt and eased it down, pushing it past her hips and down her thighs until she could step out of it. His cock pressed demandingly against the fly of his slacks. Signifying a growing urgency.
Down, boy. I want to take my time and enjoy this.
“Let’s have a look at the rest of her,” he rumbled, flicking a fingertip over the nipples one last time. “I’ll bet it’s just as tasty.”
In moves orchestrated through years of practice, Justin stood behind her, slid his hands beneath Angel’s knees, and lifted her, draping her legs over his arms, spreading her out like a feast for Tucker. He stared hungrily at her cunt. Heat seared his balls at the sight, and his cock pounded with a furious need. Her sweet pussy was so pink and plump and glistening, the knot of her clit already darkened like a fresh berry.
Pressing his thumbs to her labia, he spread them gently, bent his head, and drew a line the length of her slit with his tongue. She quivered in Justin’s grasp, fresh cream spilled onto her flesh, and Tucker licked his lips like a cat with a fresh treat.
“Tastes good all over,” he said. “Real good. Let’s get her fixed up just right so we can lap and touch every inch of her.” He stared into her eyes. “That suit you, Angel girl?”
“Yes.” The word sighed from her on a soft breath.
Justin lowered Angel’s feet to the floor then bent and lifted her legs one at a time to slip off her boots. In a moment, the brothers had her attached to the X-shaped apparatus, similar to the St. Andrews Cross, set up near the bed, arms and legs outstretched, wrists and ankles fastened with buckskin cuffs. And all the while they were arranging her this way and that and fastening the buckskin cuffs, their hands roamed her curves, skimming th
e dips and swells, lightly pinching the nipples constricted in the clips.
Once she was in place, Tucker let his gaze rake her body from shoulders to ankles and back. Firm rounded buttocks. Graceful spine. Sculpted legs that showed attention to muscle tone. But all of that would have been nothing without the vibrant sensuality emanating from her. He had to restrain himself, force himself to take it slowly. Enjoy every nuance of her body. Every response. Let Justin have his fill, too.
And holy shit! He didn’t ever remember a woman affecting him like this before. And he hadn’t even fucked her yet!
With her last remnant of rational thought, Angel found it interesting that while his attitude and posture seemed to indicate Justin was the more dominant personality of the two, once their sexual play began it was Tucker who took the lead. Called the shots. She just wished he’d call them a lot quicker.
She clamped her teeth on her lower lip, reminding herself that patience was usually its own reward. But here she was naked with two men who made her pussy quiver and they still had all their clothes on. She wanted to feel their hands, their mouth all over her. Their cocks inside her.
She almost wept with relief when Tucker massaged the cheeks of her ass, letting his fingers trail through the crevice and drift over the tight ring of her anus. A shiver skated down her spine and she pushed her hips back at the man behind her. Yes, he would definitely be the one to stimulate her ass. He chuckled softly and pressed a fingertip back and forth over the hot muscle.
In front of her, Justin took her mouth with his, sliding his tongue inside and stroking hers as he massaged the slick lips of her pussy and rasped over her sensitive clit. She clenched her inner muscles as the smooth caresses sparked a response in all of her nerve endings.
Tucker’s lean fingers skimmed the curve of her hip and moved to the front of her body, seeking her soaked pussy. He caressed the wet flesh of her inner lips, grazing lightly over her clit and sending shudders racing through her. His touch was both sensual and tender, arousing and caring, as if she was the most precious possession in the world.
When Justin’s fingers joined those of his brother’s, it was more than evident that they had this down to a science. A very erotic one. The inner walls of her cunt fluttered, demanding something to fill her, but foreplay was often more exciting than the release itself.
“You like being spanked, Angel girl?” Tucker murmured in her ear. “Something to heat that very sweet ass of yours?”
Oh, yes. That she did.
“Yes, please.” She swallowed. “Sirs.”
“Then I guess we’d better please the lady,” he told his brother.
“Indeed.”
Angel felt the loss of Tucker’s body heat and his touch as he moved toward the table to study the array of toys displayed. She tried to imagine what he would choose, but focus was difficult as Justin—obviously the least talkative of the two—continued to stroke and pet and manipulate her pussy lips and clit. Her entire body trembled as she anticipated every touch. Quiet as he might be, Justin was a master at evoking a response. His touch was just slow enough, just firm enough, to pull her slowly along that erotic slope to the ultimate explosion.
She closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe evenly as Justin’s fingertip brushed back and forth like a pendulum over that hard little bundle of nerves. Twice his finger dipped toward her opening, teasing her with the thought of penetration, but then it moved back to its steady rhythm again.
Angel tossed her head back, eyes closed, as she waited for the sensual stimulation Tucker was about to deliver. Soft leather slid against her ass, over one globe and then the other. She could tell by its shape that it was a thin paddle. How did they know that was one of her favorites?
“I plan to make your ass as red as your lips, Angel girl.” Tucker’s voice was deep and thick like slow-moving molasses.
“I’ll cup this sweet pussy,” Justin added, “and feel it when the heat spreads to this wet, wet flesh.” He squeezed the lips of her cunt gently.
Tucker slid the paddle back and forth over her buttocks twice more before lifting it away. Then the first blow landed.
Thwack!
Not too hard. Just enough to sting and send the promised heat blossoming down her thighs and around to her labia. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the ankle cuffs kept them far apart.
Thwack!
Another blow landed, again not too hard. Just the right amount of pressure. Of wrist action. These men knew what they were doing and they were doing it to her. Her body trembled as each succeeding blow landed on her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. She jerked with each kiss of the leather against her burning skin, clenching her hands into fists. And Justin…quiet Justin’s clever, clever fingers manipulating her clit and her labia.
With the force of each new strike on her ass, her breathing escalated, her heartbeat ratcheted up. She found herself rocking back into each slap of the paddle, pushing her hips into it. The blows came without any regularity or pattern, calculated to keep her off balance. And as each one struck, she swayed into Justin’s fingers, stroking, always stroking.
“Good girl.” Justin’s voice was low and warm against her ear, his breath a soft breeze.
“Let’s make this a little more exciting.” Tucker whispered from behind her. He placed a folded band of silk over her eyes and knotted it behind her head. His hands trailed down her body past her waist to her hips before he stepped away.
“Time for us to get naked, too,” Justin said.
Although being completely naked while the two men giving her pleasure were still fully clothed lent an additionally degree of sensuality to the activity, Angel wanted to feel their skin against hers.
She heard the thunk of boots and the rustle of fabric as they took off their clothes, her mind drawing images of what they looked like, then the sounds of the two men moving. Were they getting another toy? Something else to arouse her with? She stood there, shaking with anticipation as she waited for what came next.
Fingers skimmed over her still burning ass and trailed through the crevice separating the globes. Hands palmed her breasts and pinched her distended nipples in their clamps. Danced along her collarbone and down between the valley of her breasts. Caressed her thighs with touches so light they were like the kiss of a butterfly.
And all the time, the molten heat in her body was liquefying and expanding and setting fire to every nerve. Being blindfolded only enhanced every touch, every caress. The pulse in her pussy was beating so hard she could feel it in all the recesses of her body.
Warm hands roamed over her stinging buttocks, lightly pinching, spreading the heat into her thighs and pussy.
“Whose hands? Who’s touching these hot ass cheeks?”
It was Justin’s voice. Not quite as deep as Tucker’s. But Angel was sure they were trying to throw her off. To fool her.
“Tucker’s.”
A low, rusty laugh. “She knows my touch already, bro.”
She sensed them moving. Shifting positions. Then two sets of fingers, one at her cunt, the other probing her buttocks. Lips pressed against the heated flesh of her neck and a tongue licked softly.
“Whose mouth?” Tucker now. “You get a prize if you can tell.”
Neither of them had kissed her yet so she didn’t even have the memory of an imprint to go by. But not knowing gave an erotic flavor to what they were doing.
Then a mouth covered her clit and a tongue stroked just below it, a slow, steady caress. She’d only felt that tongue briefly but somehow she knew whose it was.
“Justin.” She laughed giddily. “Do I get my prize now?”
Justin’s chuckle was deep and sexy. “I think you deserve one for getting my educated tongue right.”
Something nudged the lips of her cunt, rubbing back and forth in short strokes before coming to rest lightly on her clit. A hard male body pressed against hers from behind, a muscular arm banded her waist, and a long, thick shaft nestled in the crevice of h
er buttocks. Then the toy pressed to her clit began to buzz and vibrate and her entire body trembled and shook.
Her pulse throbbed from deep in her cunt, radiating out to every nerve and muscle. Her nipples ached with unbearable pleasure from the clamps. And the hard cock lodged between the cheeks of her ass ground slowly against her hot flesh. The climax grabbed her and shook her, her inner muscles quaking, hips rocking back and forth.
When the last quiver subsided, her skin was covered with a thin layer of perspiration and her cunt still demanded to be filled.
“Don’t worry, darlin.” Justin, in front of her, his teeth lightly nipping her ear. “We’re far from finished.”
She was still trying to catch her breath when warm fingers—Tucker’s—began rubbing soothing gel against the tight ring of her anus, circling the puckered opening before one lean digit began sliding inside. At the same time, Justin rubbed the head of his cock against her slit, lubricating it with her own moisture.
Warm palms hefted her breasts and calloused thumbs rasped over her tender, swollen nipples. A wet tongue soothed them before the thumbs began rubbing them again.
When hands began unfastening her ankle and wrist cuffs, Angel was shocked. Surely, they weren’t finished yet. If so, this would be the shortest session she’d ever participated in.
Before she could collect her thoughts, she was lifted, carried, and placed on what she could tell was the big bed. The brothers carefully arranged her on her side and one of them wound strips of buckskin around her wrists, binding them over her head to the headboard.
“You just relax, darlin’.” Tucker’s voice. “We’re gonna take good care of you.”
A hand lifted her upper leg and moved it so it rested on a harder, hair-roughened one. Another hand insinuated itself in the cleft of her buttocks again, gel-coated fingers probing, pushing, easing inside her. Another hand stroked her pussy, lightly pinching the clit and tugging on it while two voices thick with rich Texas inflections told her in explicit erotic detail what they were going to do with her.
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