by Alisha Rai
“Make yourself at home,” Jace yelled down, and she jumped. She could hear the water in the shower starting, and for a second she considered joining him and scratching the itch they had stoked for her.
Hmm, have shower sex or poke around their house?
Since she didn’t see or hear Marcus anywhere, the latter idea was too tempting to turn her back on. Giving in to her curiosity, she wandered into the dark dining room. Sleek, ultramodern black and white furnishings decorated the place. A black dining table had been set with placemats and china and looked like it had never so much as been touched. She couldn’t imagine the delicate plates in front of Jace or Marcus. Framed black and white abstract paintings hung on the white walls. She shivered. The décor left her cold, not a touch of personality or individuality to lighten the place.
She escaped into the adjoining kitchen, where someone had left the under-the-cabinet lighting on. She sighed a bit over that convenience, and allowed her hand to coast over the black granite countertop with only a hint of covetousness. On the whole though, the kitchen was far too small to do any kind of serious cooking.
Despite the shortcomings of the room, Devi couldn’t resist giving one last pat to the stainless-steel double fridge before she walked through the other opening of the kitchen. She felt for the light switch on the wall and found it. A smile touched her lips.
Because, clearly, this was where her men spent most of their time. Instead of cold designer furniture, a battered leather sectional and chair took up most of the space, centered around a huge flat-screen TV. A fleece blanket lay crumpled on the foot of the sofa, magazines were spread open on the surface of the coffee table. A basketball had been left beside a pair of large sneakers kicked off in front of the recliner. The walls were bare of anything but the large TV, though, and unlike her own home, there were no pictures of family and friends to clutter up the surfaces.
No, wait. She walked to the entertainment center flanking the TV and picked up one of the two gold-framed photos. A family portrait of four, so sweet and picture-perfect she couldn’t help but smile at the attractive dark-haired couple. The woman and man beamed with pride while they each held a bundled infant in their arms. Their parents.
She put down the photo, feeling vaguely intrusive, and picked up the other frame. This one was of Marcus and Jace. Judging by their casual jeans and the sweatshirts emblazoned with their university name, she pinned their ages to about their college years. They each had longer hair then, their faces unlined, their expressions far more somber and serious than she would have expected on men so young. She’d gone to culinary school instead of college, but she’d certainly been far more carefree than these two.
Their personalities were evident in the photo. Jace’s body was angled toward his brother, as if to protect him. He gazed at the camera with steady regard. Marcus, on the other hand, looked cynical and tough even then—his lips curved in a subtle sneer, his eyes narrowed and distrustful.
Devi swept her finger over his face. What had happened in his life to make him so gruff and cynical at such a young age? Had it been the loss of his parents?
No, no, no. No! No psychoanalyzing. Danger, Will Robinson.
She placed the photo on the shelf and backed away, though she realized her alarm was vaguely ridiculous. However, she was not going to stand here pondering the mysteries of these men. That train of thought did lead to danger, absolutely. Short-term sexual partners did not worry over each other’s psychological states.
“I didn’t hear you knock.”
She spun around, her hand pressed against her chest. “Oh. Marcus. You startled me.”
“I was in the garage.”
He stood in the kitchen doorway in only a pair of unsnapped jeans. A sexy smear of grease highlighted his rock-hard abs. Involuntarily, her gaze slid over his bare chest, the arrow of hair that trailed into his open jeans. She was suddenly all too aware of the little toy she wore, forgotten while she’d toured the house.
“Um, Jace told me to just come on in. He’s upstairs, showering. I hope that’s okay.” He didn’t say anything. “I like your house. Or what I’ve seen of it.”
“Take off your clothes.”
She blinked. “Wow, you’re not one for social niceties, are you?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Not really.”
“Do you want a drink?”
Devi slicked her tongue over her lips. “No. I’m good.”
“Good. Take off your clothes.”
“Marcus.” She frowned, though she really wanted to laugh.
“I want to see if you’re wearing the stimulator.”
“I said I would, and I am.”
“You wore it from the minute we dropped you off?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Devi stared at him, confused. “What?”
He grinned and slid his hand into his pocket. The first gentle vibration had her legs stiffening in shock. The little box came alive, rubbing against her already-stiffened clit like the finger Jace had likened it to. She relaxed and allowed the slow pleasure to sink into her bones. Marcus didn’t allow her time to appreciate it, and he must have turned a dial up somewhere, because the vibrations against her over-stimulated clit increased in their intensity. She moaned and leaned against the couch, her legs boneless and incapable of supporting her weight.
A low male chuckle reached her. “I think we can believe her.”
She opened her eyes to find Jace standing in the room as well. Clad only in a sexy pair of black boxer briefs, water still glistening on his chest and hair, he watched her with a small smile and narrowed eyes already heated with lust.
Just as her climax yawned before her, the soundless stimulation ended. “What are you doing? Turn that back on, this instant.”
Marcus tsked and walked forward until he stood right in front of her. “Didn’t we discuss you giving us orders?”
Heat rose from his body. All of the relentless unappeased desire from the day welled up inside of her. She frowned at him. “I was about to come.”
“We don’t want you to, yet.”
“I don’t care,” she said waspishly. “Turn that damn thing on again or one of you fuck me here.” Amazing how a couple of days of ceaseless pleasure could lower her inhibitions—she felt no hesitation in making the demand.
“No.” With that simple announcement, Marcus startled Devi by scooping her off her feet.
She shrieked and grabbed on to his shoulders. No one had carried her since she’d been a small child. Pudginess had crept up on her at a young age, so even her father had declined picking her up. “I’m too heavy for you. Put me down.”
He ignored her and spoke to his brother. “Where are the supplies?”
Supplies?
Jace studied her with predatory interest. If she hadn’t already been soaked, that look would have done it. “In my room.”
“Did you hear me? I’m too fat to be carried around like this.”
Marcus walked out of the room and back into the grand entryway. He glanced over his shoulder. “I think the toys were a bad idea. They’ve made her way too contrary.” He jostled her until she tightened her arms around his neck in reaction.
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here. Wreck your back, see if I care. And the toy doesn’t make me contrary. Hours of sexual deprivation make me contrary.”
“Then you should be nicer to the men who are going to end that deprivation,” Marcus explained patiently. “In the meantime, why don’t you pretend your hero is carrying you off to be properly ravished instead of worrying about your damned weight?”
Devi paused. He had a point. Once she thought past her sexual frustration, of course. She relaxed into his arms. “Sorry. I’m not a very good heroine, I guess.”
He handled the dark stairs with ease, not even breathless. He turned right at the top of the stairs and entered a tidy bedroom lit by soft track lighting. Peripherally, she got the impression
of heavy wooden furnishings and a huge four-poster bed. Marcus looked down at her, his face cast in shadows. “That’s okay. I’m no hero.”
She slid her palm over his jaw, the slight stubble catching on her skin. “I think you’re doing a pretty good job.”
Devi caught the hardening of Marcus’s jaw under her hand. “Then your judgment sucks.” With that harsh pronouncement, he dropped her on her feet. She stumbled back. The backs of her knees hit the mattress behind her, and she sat down.
Since they were both underdressed to begin with, it didn’t take more than a minute for Marcus to kick off his jeans and Jace to skim his boxer briefs down his legs. After viewing them in the buff so many times now, Devi could make out differences in their physiques that were easier to overlook when they were decent. Jace was an inch or two shorter, his muscles lean while Marcus was bulkier.
In the package department, the twins had been blessed with equally beautiful penises. Man, when she got lucky, she really hit the jackpot. For a second, Devi was overwhelmed with the knowledge that she didn’t just get one of these excellent specimens, she got two.
On loan.
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
“Like what you see?” Jace’s tone was amused and indulgent.
Devi managed to tear her gaze away from his huge member and smiled teasingly. “Always.”
“Take off. Your. Clothes.” Marcus’s hands clenched and unclenched at his side.
She responded to the heat in his gaze and stood up from the bed with a seductive little shimmy. Her shirt and bra she tossed in the same direction as their clothes. Their eyes tracked over the swell of her full breasts, and she tossed her hair. She had damn good boobs.
When her fingers stroked down to the snap of her jeans, though, she hesitated. Cellulite. Love handles. Dimples. Her bottom and thighs were not her friends.
Marcus must have mistaken her hesitation for a tease. “All your clothes.”
Devi shot a quick glance to the overhead track lighting, even less forgiving than her bedroom lamp. “I don’t guess you’d consider turning off the light this time?”
“Nope.”
She sighed. “You two are the contrary ones. If I said I wanted the lights on, you’d snap them off in a heartbeat.”
Jace grinned. “Too bad you didn’t think of that before, huh?”
Marcus shot her a disbelieving look. “We’ve seen you naked already, did you forget?”
She squirmed, the air-conditioning cool against her tightened nipples. “I don’t like my butt, that’s all. It’s not attractive.”
Jace squinted at her and wrapped his hand around his bobbing cock. “Do you think we get this hard for unattractive asses?”
“Are you serious? I don’t understand women at all. I like your butt. In fact, I love your butt,” Marcus replied emphatically. “If you take your jeans off, I’ll show you how much I love it. I’ll love it so much, you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”
She gulped and unsnapped the top button. “Let’s not get too hasty, here.”
Marcus walked over until he stood right in front of her. He brushed her hands aside and took over the chore of unzipping the pants. He slid his hands inside the loosened waistband and pushed the jeans down. She wore only the G-string/stimulator. “Too late. You’ve challenged me. I’ll have you loving your ass as much as I do by the end of the night.”
Apprehension and anticipation danced along Devi’s nerve endings, drowning out the twinge of self-consciousness. As her clothes pooled around her feet, Marcus tightened his hands on her waist, picked her up with little effort and tossed her back on the bed. She bounced once and then settled into the giving mattress.
Marcus crawled up her body like a hungry cat, the muscles in his biceps and chest flexing. She twined her arms around his neck and drew his head down to partake of his passionate kiss.
“So sweet,” he breathed against her lips. He tilted her head to the side and licked down her neck. His hand shifted and the vibrations started again. His hard cock pressed against the swatch of material that hid the little box of the stimulator, and she moved against him, frantic to get off.
He groaned and slid his big hand under her ass, lifting her hips up. She rode against the thick ridge, her legs spreading wider, her head tilting back against the pillows. She was so close, she just needed a little more…
“Please. Please let me come.”
“I love it when you beg,” Marcus murmured.
The vibrations increased in intensity, and Marcus thrust his hips against her in a rhythmic motion, mimicking sex. If the panty hadn’t been there, he would be inside her. One hard push of his cock opened the folds of her labia so the stimulator came in perfect contact with her clit. She screamed and fell apart, her empty cunt grasping at nothing while her release passed through her.
The shudders of pleasure were still racking her body when Marcus turned her over so she faced the side of the bed. He positioned her on the bed as if she were a rag doll, arranging her on her hands and knees. The stimulator had been shut off, thank God. Her clit felt a little oversensitive. “What are you doing?”
The question was answered when Jace stepped into her direct line of sight, his hard cock at perfect level with her mouth. Without being told, she reached out with one hand, the other supporting herself, and stroked the hard flesh, using his own lubrication leaking from the tip to make the surface slick and shiny.
He sank his fingers into her hair and urged her forward. She teased him by flicking her tongue over the head. His sharp inhalation preceded the thrust of his hips, which lodged the tip of his cock inside her mouth.
“God, your mouth. Your mouth was made for fucking,” Jace moaned. She glanced up his body to find him watching her. His high cheekbones were ruddy with color, his eyes narrowed in intense concentration. Devi rubbed her tongue along the underside of his sensitive cockhead, and his thighs tensed.
She loved this. Loved the feeling of feminine power. She controlled their pleasure, made these big strong men slaves to her mouth and body.
“Her whole body was made for fucking.” Marcus’s hands closed over the globes of her bottom. “Especially this ass. I’m going to fuck this ass.” He squeezed both cheeks and separated them.
Devi’s eyes opened wide in alarm and flew up to meet Jace’s gaze. He shook his head. “Not tonight. We need to get you ready.” He must have felt the tension in her body, because Jace used his grip on her hair to pull her off his cock. It popped free of her mouth, the plum tip red and gleaming with her saliva. “If you really don’t want it, say the word.”
A minute ticked by while Devi considered her options. All the while, Marcus kept up a steady kneading of her ass cheeks. They wouldn’t continue if she told them to stop. This was all about new experiences, though, wasn’t it? If she really hated it, she could have them stop later. She shook her head.
Jace wasn’t satisfied. “Tell us you don’t want us to stop.”
“Don’t stop. Unless,” she amended, “I tell you to. I don’t like pain.”
A sharp slap resounded in the room as Marcus tapped her ass with his palm. Renewed moisture coated the lips of her pussy and she shuddered. The bed squeaked as he moved away from her, and then she heard the rustle of a wrapper. “Some kinds of pain are good.”
She couldn’t argue with that. Mostly because Jace had begun feeding her his cock again. He was considerate, giving her only little restrained thrusts so she didn’t take too much.
Too considerate, since she wanted more. She wanted him as wild and out of control as he made her. To that end, she bobbed her head deeper on him, until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She held him there and swallowed, as they had taught her. The rough groan Jace gave rewarded her.
As did his large hands, which tightened around her head. She welcomed the slight sting of pain as her strands caught in his fingers. Devi doubled her efforts, and her obvious willingness to please him spurred him past his own control, his hips thrus
ting against her mouth with no consideration to her gentler sensibilities.
“Yeah, baby. Take me deeper.”
The bed depressed behind her, and Devi jumped when two large hands spread the cheeks of her ass wide.
Oh God, were they going to start right off the bat with one of the plugs? Which one? Even the smallest seemed horribly large to her as she imagined the variety they had bought. Her entire body tensed.
“Is she being a bad girl, Jace?”
His hips stopped thrusting, and Jace cradled her head, his thumbs pressing in to her cheeks so the soft lining of her mouth caressed his hard cock. “She’s certainly not paying enough attention to me.”
Could it be possible for a man to whine when his penis was in a woman’s mouth? Devi frowned up at him as best as she could to convey her irritation, his erection resting against her tongue. Saliva pooled in her mouth and she swallowed, inadvertently sucking him in deeper. He grinned and stroked her hair. “Stop getting so nervous. If you hate it, we’ll stop, okay?”
Their gazes held. She didn’t know why she trusted these men so much, but she did. They had only been interested in her pleasure until now. That wouldn’t suddenly change tonight. She nodded.
“Good girl.” Jace gave an imperceptible nod, and the little vibrator in the thong she still wore turned on. She jumped with the unanticipated sensation. Marcus brushed the fabric aside and Devi felt the jelly-like substance of a foreign object, though not where she expected it.
Marcus placed the vibrator against the entrance to her pussy, and the nubby plastic scraped her inner walls as it entered. She groaned around her mouthful of cock, and Jace shuddered above her before he withdrew, his cock wet and practically vibrating with need. Her lips were bruised, her body empty despite the plastic phallus inside her. It wasn’t enough. She wanted her men inside her, everywhere.
“Please, someone just fuck me.”
Instead of complying, Marcus fucked her with the toy until her arms and legs could barely support her.