Thomas, Suzanne - Twin Pleasures (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Suzanne Thomas

  She trembled when she felt the man behind her pull her flush against his front. His hand stroke started on her breast before traveling down to her pussy. She watched the other man unbutton his jeans and pull them down, releasing his huge, magnificent cock, glistening with his desire. Her pussy gushed at the sight and drenched the fingers that delved between her legs.

  “She is soaking my fingers, Don,” the man holding her said as he nibbled on her neck. “When my brother is finished fucking you, I’m going to enjoy having your legs wrapped around me as I pound into this sweet pussy of yours.”

  “Oh, god,” she cried as she felt the man behind her lift and impale her on the engorged cock of his brother. She shivered as she settled herself firmly, wrapping her legs around him. Her breasts, flush against his rough shirt, became hypersensitive, and with each movement, she moaned as the spikes of pleasure darted directly to her center. Her pussy, stretched to capacity, kept clutching his cock as she rocked her hips to get him to move. She reached up to seal her lips to his and flexed her hips. He held her flush against him and just kissed her, molding her to his body with the ever-increasing pressure of his hand. He suddenly turned and placed her against the wall of the stall and started slowly to thrust in and out, dragging the hard ridges of his cock along her sensitive folds. She clutched at his back and looked up to see the other brother watching her with a blatant look of lust on his face. The combination of the man thrusting into her and his twin watching from a distance sent her body into a frenzy. The crashing orgasm took her by complete surprise, making her scream as her internal muscles clamped down on the surging cock. His curse blended with her cry as she crested again when he started to pound into her uncontrollably. Sensations splintered over every part of her skin as the friction of his cock scraped along nerve endings, abrading the sensitive tissue, sending flickering tendrils of pleasure mixed with pain straight to her womb. She clung to him and dug her heels into his butt, trying to stop the movement of the hips. He continued to fuck her, fast and hard, ignoring her attempts. She clutched his hair and cried out as her pussy began to spasm again, milking his release.

  He flexed his hips, making her whimper. She felt every inch of him slide out, and couldn’t help the moan that escaped as she felt the sensation. He kept his hands cupped on her butt, rubbing and fondling each cheek. She buried her face in his neck and couldn’t believe what she had just done and wanted to do again. Her whole body felt alive, on fire, and out of control. She didn’t want this fantasy to end.

  The honking of a horn caused her to cry out. She frantically struggled to get out of his arms. She shakily started to put clothes on as Donavan calmly pulled up his jeans and zipped them. Chase helped her get dressed, and when the last item was put on, he backed her up against the wall as she watched his brother walk out to greet the car.

  “You will come with us when this sale is complete,” Chase demanded. “Make any excuse you want, but you will do what I say.” He took her mouth and kissed her, stroking his tongue along hers, making her whimper and clutch at his shoulders. She didn’t want to stop kissing him, even knowing her sister was just outside the door.

  The throbbing between her legs would not go away. She leaned against his solid frame, trying to get her breath under control. His caressing hand didn’t help. She could feel his straining erection nestled against her stomach. When he pushed her away, she didn’t know where he found the strength.

  She nodded her head in agreement, whatever he wanted. She followed him out of the barn, hoping her expression didn’t shout that she'd just had mind-blowing sex with strangers in her sister’s barn. Oh, god, what was happening to her? All she wanted to do was, hell, anything they wanted her to do.

  “This is my brother, Chase, Mrs. Petersen. Liana has been showing us around,” Donavan said.

  She silently thanked Chase for stepping in front of her. She really didn’t want her sister to see her expression. She looked over his shoulders and met Donavan’s heated gaze. She wrenched herself away from the scorching expression. That glance is what got her in trouble in the first place. Wow, they were powerful. That’s all it took, one look, and her inhibitions flew in the wind.

  “Call me Gabriella. That’s wonderful. My husband and the hands had to gather the herd in because we are expecting some nasty weather in the next couple of days and my sister agreed to help out here. Did she show you Majestic, or Majesty, as we like to call him?” she asked.

  “No, we were waiting for you to arrive. I was wondering, why do you have the phones hooked up to the lights?” Chase said as he stepped forward to shake her hand.

  “My husband had that done to take away any sudden noises in the barn. He seems to think that shrill noises upset the horses, and he is experimenting with different ways to cut down on them,” Gabriella said.

  Liana listened to her sister talk. She followed them down the aisle and grabbed the lead rope before stepping into the stall. She leaned against the closed the door and blew out a shuddering breath.

  The horse’s perked ears swiveled forward, and with a shake of his head, he walked over to her. She leaned against his shoulders, anchoring her emotions on the warm coat and the smooth heartbeat. This was her friend, and she would miss him.

  When she stepped out of the stall, with Majesty at the end of the lead, she peeked at the twin men standing beside her still-talking sister. She felt their impact deep in her soul. She sensed their eyes on her the whole way to the show ring.

  Liana trembled as she put Majesty through his paces. The brothers' heated glances made her internal walls clench, and she could feel her pussy weep more in anticipation, soaking her already-drenched panties. The almost hypnotic control they seemed to have over her was terrifying and compelling all in one. She’d always thought herself a strong woman. A take-charge, likes-to-be-in-control kind of woman. Granted, she had always dreamed of a man taking her forcefully in passion, and the erotic nights with her dildo attested to the fact she got off on those scenarios. This couldn’t be real, she thought. She was fixated on them. Maybe I’m just hormonal and I will snap out of it in a little while and come to my senses.

  She glanced at them again and whimpered as a searing look from one of them caught her eyes and slowly traveled down her body to rest between her legs. She could actually feel his phantom fingers feather through her curls even though he was across the paddock.

  She heard Chase ask if he could take a closer look and then watched as he walked toward her in the center. He curled his hand around the lead, stroking her palm gently before focusing his attention on the animal in front of him.

  She walked out, trying to stop shivering as her palm tingled just from that little touch. She looked up and met the identical gaze of Donavan. She slipped through the gate, but not before his hand glided over her butt possessively. She felt branded at that very moment and had to control the urge to turn and fall into his arms. She tried to muffle the sounds that tried to escape her.

  “We’ll take him, Gabriella. Get the paperwork together, and let’s get it finalized. We had already made the decision before we arrived based on his fantastic bloodlines and the talk we had with your husband. We only wanted to see him move,” Donavan was saying.

  Gabriella looked at him in surprise but nodded and walked toward the house to get the paperwork. She asked him to walk with her as she discussed the payment arrangements. Their voices tapered off as they went inside.

  Liana stood gasping slowly at the suddenness of the sale. She turned slowly to watch Chase separate from the horse and saunter toward her. She looked down to the impressive bulge that he no longer tried to hide. He opened the gate and leaned back against it as it slid shut.

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  “Liana, look at me. Hi, my name is Chase.” He smiled as she looked into his eyes. He pushed away from the gate and put himself right in front of her. He traced a finger along the seam of her lips, trailed it down to stroke her jawline, continued down to cup a hand over her breast and stroke the finger
over the pebble-hard nipple.

  The little kitten sounds that had his brother buying a million-dollar horse without his usual diligence made his already blood-engorged cock throb unmercifully. God, he loved those sounds and couldn’t wait to hear them when he fucked her.

  He latched onto her wrist and pulled her into the barn before she could blink. The second they rounded the corner of the barn door, he captured her mouth, dueling with her tongue. He backed her against the wall and nestled his body against the soft hills of hers. The rigid length of his cock burrowed into the junction of her thighs before grinding slowly in a circular motion. He swallowed her cries as he felt her shudder against him. He lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist. Chase stroked her, much as he did a horse, to soothe her trembling. He flexed his hands around her ass, luxuriating in the feel of the supple globes, loving the smooth skin, having slipped his hands under her shorts.

  He slowly moved his hands down her legs and unhooked her ankles from around his waist. He steadied her as she swayed in his arms, his hands traveling down her curvy waist and then up to fondle the nipples hardened by her passion. Her little whimpers and the way she clutched her hands around his arms enflamed him as no one ever had. His cock begged him to finish, but sanity crystallized as he fought the impulse.

  “Liana, grab your stuff,” he said roughly as he took her wrist again, pulling her toward the duffel bag on the ground. She jerkily started to shove her discarded clothes inside before zipping it up. The duffel, taken from her hands, was slung over his shoulders. She grabbed her boots, looking at him in a stupor. He smiled knowingly at the satiated woman in front of him. He pulled her along to his Dually and loaded her bag and boots in the locked compartment in the bed of the truck.

  Chase scooped her up, placing her on the passenger side of the cab, and walked around to hop in. He brought the truck around to the front and put the brakes on before turning toward her.

  “Liana. What a beautiful name. What’s your last name, baby?” he asked as he placed his hand on the back of her neck.

  She looked at him. “McCarty. This isn’t me, Chase. I don’t do things like this. I don’t even know you guys. I am the ultimate good girl. I have never felt this way with any man, let alone two. Is this really happening?” She let out a little sob as she lifted her hands to cover her reddened cheeks.

  “Baby, this is new to us, too. We have never done this either. Donavan and I have always shared our women, but never have I felt this way with one. True, we don’t even know each other, but I have a feeling no matter if we had been properly introduced, Donavan and I would have had you naked within minutes.” He chuckled, still massaging her neck.

  He looked up as Donavan came out of the house followed by Gabriella. He took his hand away and got out of the truck. He turned toward Liana and said, “Tell Gabriella you are going with us to help Majesty settle in and to see our operation.”

  Chase helped Liana load Majesty into the trailer. He made sure she had no chance of changing her mind as he hurried her along. He stood by as she hugged her sister good-bye and again helped her into the Dually, this time in the backseat. He motioned Donavan to drive and hopped into the passenger seat. He waved to Gabriella, and as soon as they turned toward the road, he made his way to the backseat.

  Chapter 2

  “Come here,” Chase said, pulling her into his lap. He looked deep into her eyes before claiming her mouth in a kiss of pure male dominance. He had her naked before they left the property. He positioned her to lie flat on the seat and settled between her thighs. He quickly released himself and with a guided hand thrust to the hilt, making her cry out. She wrapped her legs around him and met his every thrust with an almost frenzied zeal. The leather seats made the ride very slippery, and he had to brace his hand on the door to keep from hitting her head as he forcefully pounded into her slick folds. Her breathless cries filled the cabin along with the slap of flesh as he drove into her repeatedly. The sweet sucking sound of her wetness drove him to new heights. He felt her every climax as her pussy grasped his cock and her cream flooded her passage even more.

  “When we get you home, I am going to eat all the sweet cream you can produce. I feel it coating my cock, little one. That’s a girl. Come again. God, Donavan, her pussy is so tight, and it keeps grasping my cock like it doesn’t want me to leave.” Chase groaned in ecstasy.

  “I know, it’s fucking wonderful,” Donavan replied.

  Her little cries were music to his ears. She screamed as another massive orgasm convulsed around his cock, causing her to buck uncontrollably. He sped up his thrusting and joined her in the climax. She slowly lowered her legs, making one rest on the floor bed and the other to be wedged between him and the backseat. With every labored breath, he felt her breasts brush against his shirt, pushing the nipples deep into his chest.

  His cock slid out with a slight sucking sound, as if her pussy didn’t want it to leave. He knelt between her legs with his cock still hard, glistening with their combined passion, and looked down at the voluptuous beauty spread before him. He stroked her little rounded belly and fondled her plump breasts as she watched, biting her lips. He sat back down and pulled her up to straddle his lap, continuing to play with her.

  The tinted windows were the only thing keeping the passing cars from seeing inside. He released her braid and draped her flowing auburn hair over her shoulders, creating a curtain of fire, which tickled his knees. Her head tilted to allow him better access to her neck as he used his thumb to trace the delicate line of her throat down a winding path to cup a breast, molding and fondling the mound overflowing his hand. He hadn’t bothered to replace his cock, and it nestled against her slick folds.

  He continued, slowly stroking his hands on every part of her body he could reach. The glistening sheen of perspiration made her skin glow in the filtered sunlight.

  He lifted her and turned her to face the front still straddling his legs. He shifted forward and leaned back to give her room. “Lift up and come onto your knees. That’s a girl. Now tuck your knees and come down. Ahh. That’s my baby.” He kept her flush, fully embedded on his cock. “Now look at the rearview mirror. Can you see Donavan watching you? Let’s give him a good show. Ride me, baby, and let these beautiful breasts bounce and jiggle for him,” he whispered in her ear, all the while plumping her breasts and pulling on the nipples.

  * * * *

  She focused on the eyes in the mirror affixed to her. The searing intensity of the gaze shooting back at her had her already overstimulated pussy ripple and clench. She heard Chase groan and felt a power unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She started moving up and down, lifting her hands up to her head at Chase’s urging, making her breasts thrust forward. She didn’t look away from the eyes watching her. Her whole body felt on fire, felt alive and combustible all rolled up into one. Chase touched her, using his fingers, sensually caressing every curve and crevasse. Trying to reach for that electrifying feeling of completeness she rode his cock slowly, totally in control at first, letting the power fill her, but couldn’t maintain that pace or that sense of control for long when coils of pleasure again forced her to increase her movements,. Little whimpers and cries escaped her lips as her downward thrusting became more turbulent, and the only thing holding her back was the steady pressure of the hands at her waist. Her cries filled the cabin as with a sudden push she went over the precipice into a deep spiral of ecstasy that flooded her system. She collapsed back against his chest, lowering her hands, her pussy milking his cock in little shock waves as his seed overflowed her channel to drip out onto the leather seat.

  Every inch of her skin tingled in glittering waves of shock from the sensory overload. She felt both exhausted and exhilarated, which she thought odd. Her sexual encounters could be counted on one hand, hell, two fingers. From under her lashes, she watched Donavan’s eyes follow the path of his brother’s hands as they moved over her skin. The intense gaze kept making her pussy pulse and flood with renewed moisture.


  The steady movement of the truck lulled her into a semiconscious state. She felt safe, loved in his arms, and powerful in the way the searing eyes of the other kept her arousal at a simmering level. The cock, deep in her pussy, twitched occasionally, letting her know that he still had more to offer. Her pussy throbbed, caressed and drenched the iron shaft in its loving depths, giving silent demands to be satisfied.

  She moaned deep in her throat as he pumped his hips suddenly with no warning. His relentless drive had her clutching his thighs to steady herself, when the movement sent her forward from a powerful thrust. She felt him move his hands up her arms to grasp her hands. He set them on the back of the front seats. He spread his legs further apart, thereby spreading hers. She sank deeper, feeling for the first time the gentle bump on her cervix. The painful pleasure caused her to tremble as the little ripples of ecstasy radiated from that point to consume her. Her hair fell forward with her, curtaining her, concealing her mounting excitement. The shield couldn’t keep her whimpers inside. Her trembling increased when she felt his fingers stroking her bottom, spreading her cheeks and touching her little rosette. She let out a tiny sigh of relief when his hand left that dark pursuit and traveled up her back before reaching around to cup both breasts. She felt tiny explosions as each thrust bumped and retreated to be repeated over and over. Her whole focus was on the instrument between her legs, the ridges, the steeliness, the pleasure. Every ounce of ecstasy pouring into her body came from this masterful tool. The final thrust sent an electrifying shock wave up her spine, seizing her already overloaded body.

  When the last shudder left her body, she felt him pull her back against his chest. His hands didn’t stop caressing her, molding her breasts, stroking her belly, raking fingers through her pubic curls in a never-ending cycle of pleasure. Her last thought before closing her eyes was she had never felt so possessed.