The Girl in Between

by Miranda Silver

  “Ian's right, sweetness.” He dimpled down at her. “He’s been right all along, You're a bad girl. Do you want my fingers on your pussy?”

  “Yes…”

  “Touch her.” Ian pinched her aching nipples, making her squirm. “Drive her out of her fucking mind.”

  Diana’s eyes fluttered closed at the command. The first time around with their threesome, Brendan had been the bossy one. Hearing Ian tell his brother what to do with her almost made her come on the spot.

  A large hand cupped her mound. Fingers slipped into her warm valley. She moaned at the first contact. Brendan's touch was so...Brendan. Sure and sensual. When she looked over at Ian, his eyes were narrowed to slits, fixed on his brother’s hand between her legs. She arched against Brendan, straining at her bonds.

  “So soft, baby.” Brendan caressed her juicy cunt. “So perfect.”

  “Brendan, I need you,” she pleaded. “I need Ian.”

  “Of course you do.” He stroked her swollen lips with infuriating slowness. “I’ve never seen you this wet for us.” His thumb pressed gently on her clit. “And I’ve seen you really, really fucking wet.”

  She lifted her hips, circling against Brendan’s hand. A heavy arm pressed across her hips and pushed her to the bed. Ian was holding her down, his eyes challenging her. He sucked her throbbing nipple into his mouth.

  She tried to protest the tease. She was desperate to come, desperate for either twin to get her off. But this was what she'd wanted, right? Asked for. Insisted on. Giving in to the twins, letting them take her over.

  She still wanted it.

  But as Brendan tickled her wet cunt, she bucked furiously.

  “I hate you, Brendan.” She yanked at her bonds. Brendan chuckled, caressing her pussy with a feather-light touch.

  “What was that you said to Brendan about him being the nicest boy you know?” Ian smirked at her. “He told me you did.”

  “Fuck you,” she growled. “Fuck you both.”

  “Careful, Di.” Brendan’s dimples creased his cheeks, but his hazel eyes held a warning that made her gush onto his teasing fingers. “You don’t want to make us mad when you’re right on the edge.”

  When Ian kissed his way up to her neck and sucked hard, her head swam.

  “You guys.” She twisted from side to side. “I need— I can’t—”

  “You can do this.” Brendan's voice was low, firm, and encouraging. He stroked her more purposefully, spreading her juices. A warm hand rested on her thigh. “You can do this for us.”

  And at the same time Ian rasped, “You can't what, baby? You can't handle this? You want us to untie you?”

  Did she?

  Brendan was right. She’d been longing for this moment. And Ian was right; she loved the edge.

  She couldn’t stand another second of sweet torment, and she wanted it to last forever.

  Identical faces watched her, waiting. Behind the glazed hazel eyes, there was clear concern on Ian's face, endless patience on Brendan's. She panted for breath.

  “Diana.” Ian’s voice was gentler now. He was trying to get himself under control. “Too much? I know we’re coming on really fucking strong…”

  “I want this.” Her voice was the softest whisper. “But I’m scared.”

  “I’m here.” Ian stroked her face. “We’re here.”

  “Open, Di.” Brendan’s tone was so persuasive that her thighs fell open. She groaned as he massaged her dripping pussy. “Take me in.”

  A large finger slipped inside her, then another. She squeezed down on thickness. The twinges in her pussy rippled into pure pleasure.

  “More?” Brendan asked. Ian was nuzzling her neck, playing with her breasts, whispering the sweetest, dirtiest things.

  “More,” Diana breathed.

  “Mmmmm. I’m giving it all to you, baby.”

  Excited, she clutched his fingers, feeling as full as she had with Ian’s toy a week ago. But better, because it was Brendan inside her, real and alive. Because Ian was next to her, sucking on her breast. Because her wrists caught in the fur-lined cuffs were exquisite torture, and because none of this was a fantasy.

  One whimper after another slipped from her lips.

  “Brendan…”

  “That's right, Di.” He beamed down at her. “Four fingers in your pussy. This is what bad girls need.”

  “But I'm good,” she moaned, quivering around him. Her cunt was soaked with cream. Brendan's fingers felt huge. She craved every touch.

  “No,” he said simply. “You're not, Di.” Slowly, firmly, all those fingers fucked her pussy. “You're bad.”

  Ian kissed her on the lips, soft, then hot. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “You’re my good girl.”

  Brendan saying she was bad, Ian saying she was good — she didn’t stand a chance.

  “I love you too…”

  Ian’s hand snaked down to her mound. “Let Brendan in, sweetheart. We’re going to give you what you need. We understand you, Diana.”

  She sobbed with pleasure, and her tightness relaxed around Brendan’s probing touch.

  “Fuck. That’s it.” Sudden lust contorted Brendan’s face, in a way she’d never seen before. “So sweet. So open. So ours.”

  He began fingering her more roughly, and she gasped as his thrusts became harder, firmer, deeper. A cry flew from her lips, just as Ian’s fingers surrounded her swollen clit, soothing it with gentle circles.

  “Stay with us, Di,” Brendan ordered.

  “Give in to us, Diana,” Ian coaxed. “Let go, beautiful.”

  The room was spinning. Intense lust on Brendan’s face, reassurance on Ian’s face —Looking pleadingly at both twins, she came.

  And came, and came. Her cries filled the dimly lit room as her pussy clutched Brendan’s rough fingers. Her clit responded to Ian’s caresses with a cascade of sweet spasms that spread through her body. As the waves of sharp pleasure ebbed, she dropped to the bed.

  Brendan eased his fingers out of her. Ian unlocked the handcuffs and helped her free her wrists.

  Soft kisses covered her face. Hands rubbed her tingling arms back into wakefulness. Murmurs played over her head, and she couldn’t tell if the twins were talking to her or to each other.

  Right now, she didn’t care. She snuggled contentedly between two sweaty muscled bodies and let the room go dim.

  When she woke, her cheek was resting on a chest that rose and fell with even breaths. A hand cupped her head. Someone was stroking her back with a possessive touch.

  She was cuddled against Brendan, with Ian’s hand on her back. Her sigh turned into a purr.

  Then the bed moved. She felt shaking against her back.

  “Ian?” she demanded, rolling her head toward him. “Are you laughing at me?”

  He nipped her shoulder. “I’ve been wondering for a long time, Diana.”

  “Wondering what, exactly?”

  “What it would take to wear you out.”

  “You haven’t found out yet—” she began. “Oooh, Brendan.” He was rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Enough.”

  He released her and gave her a wink. “We’re on the right track. Right?”

  “Yes. Absolutely. But let’s save it for later.” She raised her head to glance at Ian again. “If there’s going to be a later.”

  Hooded eyes met hers. “There’s going to be a later. If you can take it. I’m pretty damn sure we did wear you out.”

  “Not even close,” she insisted, flopping onto her back. “This is just…really nice.” Her hands crept to each side. The twins’ fingers linked with hers. “It’s nice to lie here with both of you.”

  Ian squeezed her hand. She traced a fingertip over the veins in Brendan’s wrist and up the inside of his arm.

  “Mmmmm.” He smiled at her. “Feels good.”

  Does this feel as wild for you guys as it does for me? she murmured. I know you’ve done this with other people.

  “This is special, Di.” Brenda
n nuzzled her hair, while Ian was saying, “No one I was in love with. And we didn’t lie around and talk afterwards.”

  “Have you been in love before?” Diana asked. This was one conversation they'd never had.

  “Not like this. You?”

  She laughed. “I thought so. But it wasn’t love. It was stories in my head that I made up about guys I barely talked to. I wasn't laying myself open and they weren't either. We weren't giving anything to each other. I was just obsessing and masturbating my brains out and being ridiculous.”

  Ian's arms tightened around her. Brendan chuckled softly.

  “Brendan?” She rolled to face him. “Have you ever been in love?”

  “I don't fall hard the way Ian does, sweetness. Maybe someday. But this… It shouldn’t have taken so long.”

  She raised her head from the pillow. “You mean, it shouldn’t have taken so long for us to all jump into bed after Ian and I started dating?”

  “No. I didn’t expect that. I wanted it, but I didn’t expect it. I just mean, it shouldn’t have taken so long for the three of us to be together again. In any way. You were lonely, Di. It kills me. And we both missed you.”

  She stared at Brendan’s serious face. This was Brendan, stripping himself bare. More naked than she’d seen him before. Even the time he’d come to her room after the wild club night last June, all the sunny charm gone.

  “You can't fix everything, Brendan. I learned a lot, being lonely.” Ian was lying quietly next to her, rubbing her hand between both of his. “Even if you think I don't know anything.”

  “I never said that.” He sighed. “You should never have to be alone.”

  “I think everyone needs to be alone once in awhile, just to know what it's like. Ian and I — we've talked about it.”

  “We should have been there for you.”

  “You tried. More than once. Unless you were just trying to get in my pants.”

  “You don't wear pants, baby.” Ian ran a lazy finger over her stomach.

  “Then up my skirt.”

  “What?” Brendan looked at her innocently. “Us? Never.”

  “What if I'd said yes in high school? What if I'd said, Brendan, I do need some help? From both of you? With everything?”

  Brendan cleared his throat. He looked awkward, and Diana had to admit — she was kind of enjoying it.

  “It wouldn't have gone as far, obviously. Maybe. We would have done whatever you wanted to do, Di. But yeah, you were beautiful. You've just gotten more gorgeous.”

  “Eh, she's okay,” Ian mumbled from her other side. Diana whacked his arm. “That's all you got?”

  “Don’t try me, Ian.”

  Brendan’s serious expression shifted to a smirk that could have come off his brother's face. “You’re right, Di. It's good that nothing happened. Ian couldn't have handled it. He would've exploded from touching you. He would have lasted under a minute. Two minutes, if you were lucky.”

  “Fuck you,” Ian said amiably. He stretched like a cat.

  “I probably would have exploded too,” Diana giggled. “Then Brendan would have cleaned everything up.”

  “I’m good at that.”

  “Very good. But you don’t have to do it.”

  She played with Brendan’s fingers. He smiled at her.

  “Have you guys—” She hesitated. “Have you tied anyone up together?”

  Laughter. “Uh-uh,” Ian said. “Told you it was Brendan's thing.”

  “Why do you like it?” she wanted to know.

  Brendan kissed her forehead. “It's fun and sexy. It works for me. I get to be bossy.” He tickled the underside of her breast, and she wriggled in Ian's arms.

  “Like you’re ever not.”

  A hand moved between her legs. Unlike the beginning of the night — it seemed like hours and hours ago — she was ready for Ian this time. Big fingers explored her juicy core, getting her wetter.

  “Do you want more, baby?” Ian’s tongue traced her ear. “Because we can give you more.”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “But no handcuffs this time. I want to touch you both.”

  Brendan gave her breast a gentle squeeze. He was kissing her neck. The trail of his lips over her collarbone was driving her mad.

  “Turn over, sweetness.”

  The soft command seized her body. Desire was beginning to fog her mind.

  She rolled onto her stomach. Ian moved to the head of the bed and propped the pillows behind his back. He gestured to his cock, rising from the thatch of dark hair. The silent movement spiked her arousal.

  As she crawled toward him, Brendan was behind her, between her spread legs, massaging her back. His hands moved downward, kneading slowly, surely.

  It felt so right to open her lips and suck Ian’s cock into her mouth. She caressed him with long slurps of her tongue, cupping his balls with one hand while stroking his thigh with other. Low groans bathed her ears. Strong fingers tangled in her hair.

  Brendan gripped her soft ass, spreading her open.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered. “So ready.”

  Ian grunted, thrusting into her mouth. As she sucked faster to keep up with him, Brendan’s fingers slipped into her folds. God, she was absolutely dripping on his hand, and his coaxing whispers just invited more hot juices to flow over his fingers.

  “So sexy, Di. You’re doing so well. You’re a good little cocksucker for Ian, and you’re creaming all over my hand like a slut in heat.”

  She moaned in shocked arousal. Ian had called her a slut more times than she could count. But Brendan? Never, not once.

  “Yes, baby.” Brendan’s voice was soothing. One finger sank into her pussy. “That’s what you are for us. Who else would give it up so completely to her boyfriend and his brother? And we love it.”

  “We?” she pulled off of Ian’s cock to pant. He tugged her hair, growling.

  “I,” Brendan murmured. As her lips closed around Ian’s head again, his free hand gave her ass a firm pinch. “I love it. I love you like this. So sexed-up and dripping wet and hot for me and Ian.”

  Hard flesh pressed against her pussy, working in with steady pressure.

  Oh. God. Her boyfriend’s twin was fucking her. Her whole body tightened in excitement. She pushed back, and he groaned with pleasure.

  “You feel amazing, sweetness.” His whisper floated around her. “Just like I remembered.” At his words, Ian’s cock twitched between her lips.

  She’d never thought this would happen again. She’d never expected to feel Brendan’s sure, deep strokes in her tight sheath as he handled her hips to pull her back on his length. Each time he was fully buried inside her, he held her to him for an extra second murmuring to her as she squirmed, before releasing her and easing back.

  Oh fuck. Oh yes. Her sucks on Ian’s warm cock became more frantic as she quivered around Brendan’s shaft. So close…

  “Please,” she gasped, pulling back from Ian’s cock. “Touch my clit.”

  A firm smack on her ass cut her thrusts short. She bucked, her body tightening.

  “No, Di,” Brendan’s deep voice chided. “We decide when you come.”

  Ian’s fingers twisted in her hair. “Don’t stop, baby,” he ordered. “Not till I say so.”

  She felt dizzy as Brendan plunged into her, but the hazel eyes above her told her not to push. Obediently, she lapped up the pearl of liquid oozing from Ian’s head, slathering his cock with her tongue and fondling the softness of his balls. God, Brendan kept slapping her ass with a large hand as he fucked her, whispering what a naughty girl she was. A girl who needed all the discipline he and his brother could hand out. She couldn’t take much more of this.

  Ian was pulling his erection from her mouth. Brendan’s cock eased out, leaving her empty. As she moaned with need, two pairs of hands guided her to her knees, stroking her everywhere. Brendan stretched out next to her, the lamplight glowing on his body, his cock glistening with her juices, pulling her on top of him. Ian gripped
her hips, growling at her to straddle his brother.

  This time, she knew where this would lead. She knew she could handle it, she knew she could take both the twins inside her. But nerves flared through her body, laced with unbearable excitement.

  She braced her knees on either side of Brendan, shaking with anticipation.

  Ian bent over the desk, looking through the drawers, his body flushed. He met her eyes, and the want there would have burned her to ash if it weren’t for Brendan’s steady touch.

  “It’s okay, sweetness.” Brendan rubbed his cock over her crotch, fondling her breast with his free hand. She clutched his arms to support herself as thick flesh nudged her opening. “It’s just me and Ian.”

  “Just you? It’s all you. It’s only you.”

  Tears from the intensity were already trickling down her cheeks as she sank onto Brendan's cock. She gripped his shoulders, and he pulled her down for a slow kiss.

  As her ass lifted, hands spread it open. Cool lube dripped down her cleft. A finger stroked her rosebud. When she moaned, Ian’s finger slipped into her ass. His probing touch, as Brendan fucked her with little thrusts, almost sent her over the edge. She fluttered around him as he withdrew, desperate to be filled.

  Firm roundness lodged against the pucker of her ass. As a low male noise came from behind her, she drew a ragged breath, opening to Ian. Thank God he was going slow. He was stretching her, but she was ready. Welcoming his heavy erection, slippery and hot, hugging him in her narrow channel. Her juices bathed Brendan’s shaft as the twins eased in and out.

  “I love you, Ian,” she breathed.

  “Fuck, Diana.” He shuddered behind her, his cock jerking between her cheeks. “I love you too, baby.”

  Brendan’s fingers played in her hair. When he pulled, she shuddered, her pussy and ass contracting on two rigid cocks. “Tell him,” he murmured. “Tell him how good he is.”

  Heat bloomed down her body. This was so personal. As up-close and personal as it got.

  “You're amazing. You’re so pure and good in every way.” She dug her fingers into Brendan’s muscled shoulders as Ian worked into her tightness with controlled movements. God, it was true. When Ian’s lips met her neck, she bent to kiss his twin. “And I love you, Brendan. I love you a lot.”