by Lucia Jordan
Focus, Rebecca. Focus. So what if you hadn’t had real sex in months? Now you can’t seem to keep your pussy from going into drip-mode just because you’re sharing an innocent evening with two very handsome gents.
Innocent? Huh. The word ‘innocent’ and these two couldn’t be in the same sentence. They spelled out ‘SINFUL’ so loud it should be illegal.
Good wine, good food, great conversation…and it seemed natural to actually stop being nervous and enjoy their fine company. After a couple of hours Rebecca could well describe her mood as mellow. Hmmm…She could totally get used to hanging out with two hot brothers that looked capable of sending a nun running for the confessional with her knickers on fire.
Lust. That was all this was, Rebecca reasoned. Nothing more, nothing less. There was no shame in being attracted to both men at the same time, was there? And they’d as much as said they found her just as alluring. In fact…if she let her imagination run wild, she could actually believe they looked at her like she was theirs for the taking.
Just like they knew that if they wanted; if they only had to make the slightest pursuit, she’d be powerless to do anything but surrender.
Rebecca shuddered imperceptibly and shoved her nose in her wine glass, taking another heady sip. Shit. Wouldn’t do to get tipsy. She was already drunk in lust with these two; just a slight breeze would have her pussy dissolving in explosive spasms.
If that wasn’t pathetic then she didn’t know what the hell was.
She did feel a plunging sensation as they finished with dinner. She hated to think the evening might soon come to a close. She’d really had fun these past couple of hours with them, even though half the time she’d spent it daydreaming about what they looked like naked. Did that make her a freak? Because somehow, she couldn’t stop seeing them both, in bed – with her.
Quickly, Rebecca warded that illicit vision from her mind. She may be horny as hell, but was she really that crazy? Well, considering that each time she looked up either brother seemed to be undressing her with smoky grey eyes…could anyone blame her for getting some sexually insurgent urges?
“I feel like I don’t want tonight to end,” Alec said warmly, as the waiter went off with the paid bill. His words made Rebecca shiver with pleasure as she artlessly replied, “I was just thinking the same thing!” Then she blushed, wishing the floor could open and swallow her. Could she sound any more needy and school-girly? They must think her such a dork.
“It’s great that you’ve had as much fun so far as we undoubtedly have,” Tristan added, his tone just as warm and sending pinwheel tingles up her arm when he rested his hand on hers. “Alec and I don’t always get the chance to unwind. And it’s rare to find a woman who appeals to us on so many levels. We’re glad you agreed to make it here tonight. ”
“So am I,” Rebecca breathed, incapable of remaining immune to the spark of heat from his touch, or from Alec’s gaze as he turned to her.
“I can only agree with Tristan; it’s not so easy getting to meet a woman whose personality we find equally fascinating – and you’re fucking hot as well so it’s win-win for us.” Alec’s sexy grin could strip a girl’s panties off like paint – in a trice. She almost couldn’t think when he smiled like that.
Like he knew her every hidden, decadent desire and could spend all night fulfilling each one.
“Stop saying that,” she heard herself whisper, averting her gaze as her cheeks flushed deeper. “I’m not hot.” Hell! Rebecca couldn’t help swearing internally at herself. Anyone would think a couple of good-looking men had never paid her a compliment before. And why did her nipples feel so achy beneath the layers of lace and silk?
She saw Tristan and Alec share a smile that curled her toes with excitement at the sensual promise hinted there. Then Tristan said, “You don’t have to take our word for it. You only need to look around the room and see how many of the guys can’t seem to peel their eyes off you. You don’t know what it is about you, do you?”
She stared at Tristan, shaking her head mutely. The brush of his thumb over her knuckles had her breath hitching at the exquisite intimacy of his touch.
“Then I’ll tell you,” Tristan said softly, leaning just that bit closer till their eyes were level. “It’s the way your whole demeanor screams ‘untouched’ in just the way that makes a man want to peel back all those protective layers. And then ravish your sweet innocence till you beg to be claimed completely.”
Rebecca’s soft gasp escaped from her parted lips at the smoky husk of Tristan’s voice, and her eyes darted round to note that indeed, more than a few male eyes were looking her way with frank admiration and interest. She’d been so sure it was the brothers getting all the attention. The new revelation made her stomach twist in pleasurable knots.
“I don’t know what to say. Nothing like this has ever happened to me,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. She faced them both again and wondered if they understood what was happening to her; how they both individually set her pulse racing, making her core tighten and surge with a wanton need. She looked from one to the other and suddenly, she realized they had to know exactly the effect they had on their senses. They’d be no strangers to having a woman panting for them within hours of having met them. Even within the first minute she’d set eyes on them, Rebecca had known she wanted them. Without even knowing then if she had a right to.
“The more reason why you should welcome the experience,” Alec said, and he placed a hand underneath her chin to tip her face up to meet his gaze. “You said earlier that you were ready to open up to new things. Tonight, for a start, we want you to forget about comfort zones and boundaries. Just act, don’t think. Can you do that for us, Rebecca?”
God, that voice…when he spoke her name like that it did things to her. Left her breathless and near senseless to boot. She couldn’t decide what exactly flared in the air around them. Maybe she was reading it all wrong, and there was nothing at all suggestive in anything that either Alec or Tristan had said so far. And maybe it wasn’t hard-edged lust she saw mirrored in their look-alike grey eyes. They couldn’t possibly both desire her - or did they? Because that would just be…insane. And totally, terrifyingly tempting.
Already, Rebecca felt the tendrils of enticement curl up from her inner thighs to spread all around her quivery frame. The brothers had her thinking thoughts forbidden, wicked and bad in all the good ways bad could be. For once in a long, long time, she was beginning to consider possibilities that involved her being set free from her self-imposed chains of doubt and repressed desires.
If only she could really take the chance and let go…
Forcing her mind to focus, she finally found her voice and replied to Alec’s words, saying on a whisper, “Well…I guess that depends on what you both have in mind.”
Rebecca wished she didn’t have that soft, sultry invitation in her tone. She really didn’t want these two having any ideas. They both seemed capable of pouncing on her, just like two tigers on a lone, imprudent gazelle in the wild. Even with the other people around them, she still felt like she was in a danger zone. In danger of falling prey to whatever temptations it was their silken voices and silvery eyes promised…
Whatever happens, don’t give in, Rebecca’s inner voice warned. You can’t give in.
As if reading her inner turmoil, Tristan said lightly, “The night’s still young. So maybe we should simply enjoy each moment as it comes. What do you say we finish up here and try somewhere more exciting?”
“Oh…okay. I hadn’t really planned a night on the town, but…” Ugh; she hated her indecisiveness and her abject fear of spontaneity. What was she so scared of anyway?
She was just so used to being in control of situations, of being in charge because it made her feel more secure. But around the two brothers she felt like she was losing her hold on everything that held her back and it was frightening as well as stimulating.
“There’s a great club downstairs who’ll let us in if we’ve go
t on a tie. Luckily for Alec and me, we’ll meet the dress code,” said Tristan, his smile teasing. “While you, beautiful will have no problem at all getting in.”
Rebecca went pink again, unable to stop the blossoming pleasure that heated her insides at Tristan’s words. Okay, so she liked hearing that he thought she was beautiful. That maybe, just maybe they weren’t simply being nice - and probably felt as attracted to her as she was to them.
So she decided that despite her inner doubts, she very well couldn’t say no to spending more time with Alec and Tristan. After all there was no harm in a little dancing – and if she could manage it, some flirting with these two hunky specimens, was there?
It was the most she could hope for; especially since she had zero intention of giving in to the strange, raging needs that made her heart pound frantically and sent a sizzle through her deepest core…
*
Rebecca never wanted to stop feeling this way - like she was floating, high above the ceiling of the thumping club. Maybe it was all the wine and cocktails she had swirling in her system that had her feeling so charged up.
Or maybe it was simply the fact that she knew she was with the hottest men in the place that night - and the only woman they were interested in was her.
When they’d made their way into the club hours before, Rebecca had been surprised by the number of people thronging inside. Electric beats filled the atmosphere and the crowd was moving in tempo, building up the air of urgent excitement added by the flashing lights of the posh, trendy nightclub.
Rebecca felt glad just having Alec and Tristan by her side, guiding her towards the bar. Rebecca had looked wide-eyed around her, at first feeling out of place. It had been a while since she could remember venturing inside a club, and one so packed and livened up as this one. But after Alec had grabbed them all a few shots and she’d had a drink or two from her glass, she was getting back into mellow mode.
Looked like tonight was going to be a night worth remembering – hopefully for all the right reasons, thought Rebecca.
Minutes after their arrival, Tristan had been able to coerce her unto the dance floor, pulling her close as the beat grew faster and wilder.
He was a fantastic dancer and his moves had her easing up enough to sway with him to the sensual, rocking beat. But she never expected to feel another solid, hard-packed male come up behind her and join in the dance. She gasped as she turned slightly to find it was Alec.
Suddenly it was body against body, all three of them seemingly glued together. She could feel Alec’s muscular thighs against hers, and instinctively started to move against him with the music.
At a loss for words, Rebecca kept dancing while she felt a strange excitement from being caught up between them as they ground to the rhythm. Was this how it felt? Would it be like this; powerfully sensuous, dangerously carnal as her body stayed wedged between them in forbidden passion?
Rebecca lost herself in the music and the moment, her body feeling lightweight yet surging with erotic energy. She felt hands on her waist and hips, never sure which brother was holding on to what in the dimness of the club; but she did know she liked their touch. Never demanding yet, still masterful; softening every hidden piece of resistance inside her.
For once, she didn’t let herself worry about the crowd. She didn’t even care what others might think with her being locked between two hunky, dominating men. She could just imagine the picture she made, letting both men rove their hands up and down her frame as their bodies rocked against hers. Their hardness; strength and vitality made her feel like a woman, and so alive. Suddenly she didn’t let it bother her that she might look like a slut, recklessly giving herself up to the sensation of hot males dancing with her in a way that left nothing to the imagination.
It was easy, so easy to give in and respond to their closeness. Her hands rested on Tristan’s shoulders, the sensation of rigid muscle beneath her fingertips making her head spin. From behind her, Alec’s body offered an equally rock-hard backdrop, leaving Rebecca with a squishy feeling between her thighs. Oh no…She couldn’t. Daren’t let herself go too far. Just this; dancing and being close yet with the barriers of clothes, the crowd and the public environment were all she’d settle for.
She couldn’t let herself think further, to a point where she’d be naked, spread on silken sheets while two hard, panther-like males took pleasure in everything she had to offer.
Tristan took her arms and linked them behind his neck. Rebecca’s breath grew shallow as her breasts were crushed against his muscular chest. Something unmistakably turgid throbbed against her both front and back, making her gasp as she realized she made them this hard. Tristan’s lips slid to her ear as he whispered, “You feel like you were made for this. For us.”
“Oh God,” she panted, shocked by the answering pulsation that began in her pussy.
Behind her, Alec began to nuzzle the length of her neck, his husky voice reaching into her other ear. “We’ve always hoped to come across a woman just like you. One we could feel a true affinity, inside and out. And we very much want to get inside of you, Rebecca. Deep enough to make you scream with pleasure. Till you can’t breathe. You’ll never doubt again how beautiful and desirable you are. Not when you’ve got us both so hard it’s enough to make us go crazy.”
“Please,” breathed Rebecca, not sure what she was even begging for. For them to stop making her body thrum with their words…or for them to keep telling her exactly what she needed to hear?
She knew deep down it would be folly to go along with whatever it was Alec and Tristan wanted. She couldn’t let her base needs take over. For so long, she’d learned to do without; had convinced herself her sexual needs didn’t matter. When love found her, she’d be ready, but right now it was too much of a leap; like picking up speed much too fast and then realizing the brakes were gone.
When she pulled back slightly she looked up to find Tristan’s gaze on her face; his eyes like gleaming flames that seemed to cast a spell on her heightened senses.
A hand – Alec’s or Tristan’s? - pushed up her skirt and Rebecca’s breath hitched. Hidden in between their large frames, she knew that no one else could see the hand that slipped up the inside of her thighs to rub against her underwear. Rebecca moaned gently, her head falling forward to rest against Tristan’s shoulder as her eyelids closed in helpless arousal. From behind, Alec buried his face in her neck, gently biting her. Now the hand was running its fingertips along the outside of her soaked panties, before pushing in past the barrier to the lips of her pussy.
It never occurred to Rebecca to utter a word of protest. As two fingers pushed inside her, she lost any sense of clarity. A thumb rubbed on her clit, escalating the pulsing of her wet pussy. Then suddenly, the fabulously skilled and carnal touch stopped, making Rebecca let out a soft cry before she knew what she was doing.
“Want more?” Tristan whispered in her ear, and she realized it was him touching her. Just as she realized Alec was pulling her hips back into him with hands tight on her waist, making her feel his cock against her buttocks, teasing her further with its rigid promise.
“I…I…,” Rebecca breathed, looking up slowly and trying to catch her breath. Tristan’s hand had slipped away and she ached, needed. And yet felt the danger in wanting this at all.
“All we’re asking is for you to trust us,” Tristan said deeply, his warm voice drifting over her senses like whispers of silk.
Rebecca closed her eyes with a shudder and a sigh, the music fading away to the thunder of their heartbeats that seemed to pound as one with their bodies so snugly held together. I’m scared…so scared, thought Rebecca; but the fear feels so good, like a drug and I want more.
Their easy camaraderie from earlier at dinner was gone. Poof. In its place was something sacred yet profane; wild and hungry. It left her trembling, drowsy-eyed and high at the same time. So addicted.
Rebecca felt torn apart by so many different emotions. Bold, but quivering in her little bl
ack dress. Desire; perfuming her senses. This was what had frightened her so much. To want it, need it till nothing else existed.
But could she do what they asked, and trust them? It was such a bold step into the unknown. And what would she do when she fell in too deep and couldn’t climb free?
*
Nothing about tonight had gone any way like Rebecca had planned. First, she’d arrived to discover she’d been set up with not one, but two red-hot devils. And after dinner had been the club, where right there on the dance floor, she’d felt the heated shaft of arousal spear into her from both sides as Alec and Tristan had tempted her in turns. And that hand, dipping past her panties, stroking so intimately inside her pussy right there where anyone could see…
The rush of it still had her head spinning. Definitely not the tame night she’d had on her last blind date. She didn’t picture Alec and Tristan merely seeing her home to her door and then leaving quietly as Jason her date had done all those weeks ago. Something told her the night was going to end more memorably than that.
She realized this with a thrilling certainty when before she knew it, she was standing with them at their front door of their stately abode.
Why hadn’t she said anything when they’d led her out of the club earlier, Rebecca asked herself? And when the cab had arrived to pick them up how could she have simply gone in with them? What was even harder to fathom was how she’d been unable to argue when she’d asked where they were going and Alec had informed her lightly, “We’ll be taking you to our place. Don’t worry; we’ll let you leave the moment you feel uncomfortable with anything.”
Oh? That’s it? she’d wanted to ask. What kind of reassurance was that? But instead of speaking she’d merely sat back, the brothers seated on either side of her while her body tingled with an excitement she couldn’t deny.
Now, less than half an hour later she found herself in their home. It was a beautiful country-style structure that was both modern and cozy, the decor unpretentious yet obviously expensive. One could easily tell the brothers were very wealthy and refined in taste. In fact, Rebecca was somewhat awed and she wondered just how much they were worth. Her sizeable apartment would fit into their place at leave five times.