by Jenika Snow
“Mmm.” She hadn’t meant to say anything, but the way she was awakened sent electricity through her. After the numerous orgasms she’d had, McKenna thought her body would be sated for a very long time, but already she could feel her arousal climbing right back to the precipice of boiling over.
“We thought we lost you there for a moment, McKenna.” Christopher’s mouth moved against hers as he spoke, and she knew that it was Victor’s mouth that was doing dangerous things to her breasts. Arching just slightly, she pressed her chest further against his mouth.
She wanted this, wanted to feel them moving inside of her. She wanted to give them the same pleasure they had given her. Feeling bolder now, she gently pushed both men away and sat on her knees. They sat side-by-side, not trying to hide the way they stared at her nude body. Both of them had taken their shirts off but still had on their slacks. The evidence of their arousal was clear as their shafts pressed almost violently against the material. They looked so big and…frightening. She drew her eyes up and a sigh escaped her as she got a look at their chests. Like mirror images, the wide shoulders, bulging biceps, defined pecs, and rolling ridges of their abdomens were definitely swoon-worthy. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she knew they had to hear it, had to see it slamming against her chest. Their flesh looked like the sun had come down and personally kissed every square inch. These gorgeous men were hers, all hers.
Swallowing to hide her embarrassment and shyness, McKenna moved toward them. They watched her curiously but didn’t move to touch her or say anything that would stop her. She first went to Victor and reached for the belt of his slacks. Lifting her eyes to his, she licked her lips at the wicked little smirk he held. She freed the belt and undid the button. The zipper was the next to go down and the sound of it seemed deafening in the silent room. To her utter shock, she realized Victor wasn’t wearing underwear, but she didn’t let on that it fazed her. Taking each side, she spread the material open. A light sprinkling of dark hair was the first thing she noticed and then as he rose so she could remove the pants she got a glimpse of the root of his shaft. She hadn’t seen the whole length yet, but from what she could see his was thick, very thick. Finally, when his pants were off, she took a moment to take him in.
All hard lines of rippling muscles and defined sinew greeted her. His cock was thick and long, just like she suspected. The crown was wide and flushed red from his arousal. She didn’t waste another minute going to Christopher. When she turned toward him she saw his hands clenching and unclenching, as if he was trying his best not to touch her. Doing the same thing as she’d done with Victor, McKenna removed his pants until he was completely nude. His cock was just as glorious as his brother’s, and when she moved back slightly to take in both of them, she exhaled. Everything about them was the same except their expressions. Victor stared at her with unashamed lust, while Christopher watched her with adoration.
Her mouth was dry and she knew what was going to happen next, which scared the hell out of her. She knew they would never hurt her, but with dicks that size, there was no doubt in her mind her first time might be less than enjoyable.
“Are you scared, McKenna?” Victor’s voice was low. He gripped his cock before she could answer, stroking himself.
“Victor, stop it. Can’t you see how frightened she is?” Christopher scowled at his brother and when he looked at her his face became sympathetic with understanding. She wasn’t scared of them, per se. She wanted this, had wanted this for a very long time.
“Come here, baby.” Victor’s voice became softer, which was so not like him at all. He was trying to reassure her and she felt herself smile. When she was close enough to him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in tight. He started off by kissing the hollow of her throat, then working his way up her neck, over her cheek, and peppered little kisses on her lips. It was soft and sweet and if she didn’t know without a shadow of a doubt that she was in Victor’s arms, she might have thought Christopher was showering her with affection.
“Do you know how much I want you?” He kissed her lightly again. “Can you feel how much I want you?” To emphasize his point he pressed his hips into her, which cause his erection to grind into her lower belly. “I want your mouth on me, McKenna. I want your lips around my cock as my brother pops that pretty little cherry of yours.” Her breathing was growing increasingly shallower with every word that spilled from his mouth.
“I don’t want to push you, baby, but I’m barely hanging on to my restraint right now. I want you so damn much I hurt.” He kissed her again, this time with a little more aggression.
It wasn’t like she wasn’t “trained” in how to please her future husband, but it was almost easier to think of doing what she was going to do with a stranger. These were the men she had loved for years, and even though it should have been so much easier, it was the hardest thing she had ever done. Without saying anything because she didn’t trust her voice, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back. He lay back and she knew he had let her. His cock was hard and lay against his belly, easily reaching past his small, yet seemingly masculine belly button. Looking over her shoulder she saw Christopher watching, his cock in his hand, his hand slowly moving from root to tip. It was clear by the way his muscles were bunched, his head lowered, and his eyes watching every little move she made that he was just as worked up as they were. He just hid it better.
“Go on, McKenna.” The way he said those three words held a lot more than their intended meaning. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t do anything you aren’t ready to do.”
“Maybe I’m ready for whatever you have in store.” Oh, God. Did she honestly just say that aloud? By the way Christopher’s eyebrows cocked and one side of his mouth quirked up, she knew she had actually spoken aloud.
“Well, go on, McKenna. Place that pretty little mouth on my brother’s cock.”
The air in the room stilled at Christopher’s words. Turning back to Victor, she took in his position. One arm was behind his head, his arm all straining muscles. His other hand was wrapped around his shaft and his eyes were locked on her breasts.
“God, baby. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you.” Taking his encouragement, she straddled his thighs and bent forward. Christopher made a strangled noise behind her and then suddenly his hands were caressing the mounds of her ass. Victor removed his hand and she gripped the root, bringing the tip to her mouth. Parting her lips, she gazed up at Victor, who was intently watching her.
“You have no idea how hot it is to see your lips inches from my cock.”
She ran her tongue along the wide crest of him and a burst of saltiness invaded her senses. Gripping him tighter at the base, she sucked the wide head in her mouth at the same time she ran her tongue along the underside. The virgins were trained in the art of oral stimulation, among other things, and although she may not know the first thing about intercourse, she did know that she could make them feel very good.
“That’s good, baby. So fucking good.” She loved how Victor swore, loved the way he didn’t seem to be able to control himself.
Christopher continued to smooth his hands along her bottom and she wondered if he could see what she was doing. Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, she tried to take as much of Victor’s shaft into her mouth as possible. He was a big man, and although she could only fit half of his penis inside she knew how to work that half to the fullest. His breathless praises had her pushing herself to go farther, suck harder. The need to feel his cum in her mouth, sliding down her throat, was an aphrodisiac all on its own.
She didn’t stop when she felt Christopher’s fingers delve between her thighs and stroke between her folds. She didn’t pull away when his tongue replaced those fingers and his tongue speared into her pussy hole. It was all so stimulating, so electrifying. Moving her head up and down she let her tongue run along the thick vein that ran the underside of his erection. His cock jerked in her mouth and a jet of pre-cum covered he
r tongue. He was close, and she could feel it in the way his stomach muscles clenched under her palms and the way his breathing changed to something harsher, more urgent.
Her eyes snapped open and she momentarily stopped sucking when she felt Christopher slip one of his fingers along the crease of her ass and finger her anus. Of course, that was virgin territory as well. She wasn’t naive enough to think they wouldn’t be intimate back there as well––there were two of them, of course––it was just the shock of having someone want to be back there, touching a spot that she herself considered almost taboo. Victor placed his hand on the back of her head, gripping a chunk of hair and motioning her to continue.
“That’s it, baby. Just relax, and let him prime you good.”
She moaned around his flesh and closed her eyes again, savoring the moment. When she allowed herself to relax and open up her senses, she was aware that, although it was an unusual sensation having Christopher caress her back there, it wasn’t unpleasant. He continued to lick at her pussy, taking her clit in his mouth and sucking hard. He used his tongue to delve deep inside of her, fucking her until her inner muscles were gripping him, trying to drag him in further.
Victor started lifting his hips up in time with the movement of her head and she knew he was so close. Little jets of cum slipped from the tip and filled her mouth with the essence of him. Hollowing out her cheeks, she moved her tongue around him on the upstroke and swallowed on the down. He grunted from her actions and gripped her head tighter.
“Jesus, McKenna.” Victor strained forward, burying his cock as far in her mouth as he could go, at the exact same time Christopher slipped a finger into her anus. He had used her own cream to make the way slick. With Victor’s cum shooting down her throat, Christopher’s finger in her ass, and his mouth drawing her clit in a maddening rhythm, McKenna climaxed hard enough that she grew dizzy. Wave after wave of intense sensation overtook her. This wasn't the end, though. The Sterling brothers were just beginning with her.
Chapter Six
“Come here, baby.” She fell forward into Victor’s embrace. His arms wrapped around her and she let her head sit on his chest, absorbing the sound of his heartbeat. The rhythmic sound would have lulled her to sleep, if not for the fact she was still incredibly turned on. Strong arms gripped her shoulders and eased her off Victor’s chest. For a moment he acted like he might protest, but he gave her a soft kiss on the lips and allowed her to be taken. The plush rug beneath her back and the warm fire by her side sent her senses reeling. The heat, the softness, the visual display of male strength and masculinity was overwhelming.
Christopher came into view, the light bouncing off the little beads of perspiration that had started to form on his chest. “Spread your legs for me, McKenna.”
Oh, God, this was it. The night she would lose her virginity to one of the two men she loved.
“McKenna, look at me.” She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes, but at Christopher’s softly spoken words she opened them and gazed up at him. He moved closer and braced his forearms on either side of her head. The feel of his broad chest pressed up against hers, his strength against her softness, made her sigh. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. He curved his hips forward and his hard length pressed against the folds of her pussy. His flesh was scorching hot and her body shook slightly, knowing that in a matter of moments she would finally feel them. When Christopher pulled back, Victor stroked his fingers over her cheek.
“Look at me, baby.” Turning her head, McKenna’s lips parted in longing as she took in his face. The firelight sent shadows flickering over the side of his face and down his strong, squared jaw. “You have no idea how much I want to be your first. But…”
She felt his hand take hers and guide it to his shaft. The flesh was hard, hot, and the tip was slick. How he was even able to get an erection after the orgasm he had was staggering. “I’m not soft, baby. I can’t give you the ‘slow and gentle’ that Chris can. Your first time should be sweet. I’m afraid if I took you, I wouldn’t be gentle.” He leaned in and ran his lips over hers. The movement was a caress and she wanted to argue that he would be gentle, but she knew Victor, had known him the majority of her life, and he had always been rough and hard around the edges. “I know I wouldn’t be able to control myself with you. I want you too much, McKenna.”
Christopher smoothed his hands over her legs and her belly quivered. Placing his palms on the tender flesh of her inner thighs, he gently opened her to his gaze. Victor kept her face turned toward his and his lips sweeping across hers. Christopher’s fingers slipped through her cleft and spread her outer lips. The feel of his thumbs on either side of her labia, parting the folds so he could see the most intimate part of her, excited her beyond belief.
“God, McKenna.” Christopher’s voice was strained but Victor refused to let her look away. “You…you’re so pink and wet and swollen.” His fingers continued to move along her saturated folds, teasing her opening and rubbing circles along her clit. A thick finger penetrated her and started slowly moving in and out of her, not going deep, just tempting the opening. “You are so ready for me, McKenna. So damn ready.”
Victor pressed his lips to hers then, working his tongue into her mouth and lifting a hand to her breasts. He massaged the globe just as she felt the thick tip of Christopher becoming poised at her entrance. Instinctively her body tensed, but Christopher’s soothing words had her instantly relaxing under his touch. He started to push into her body, his girth stretching her wide. A sting of pain lanced through her as he continued to push into her.
“Look at me, McKenna. Look at what I’m doing. Look at how gorgeous you are.” Victor kissed her once more, a long, slow movement of his mouth over hers before he finally pulled away and let her look at his twin.
Christopher’s lean hips nestled between her thighs, her legs on either side of his muscular thighs. His abdominal muscles clenched and unclenched from the force of his breathing.
“Look, McKenna.” He squeezed the flesh of her inner thighs, silently telling exactly where he wanted her to look. Dragging her eyes away from him, she pushed herself slightly up and saw where his body was connected with hers. His thickness was stretching her wide. Her flesh was taut around his girth, and when he pulled out an inch she could see her skin move along his cock.
“Watch me take you, McKenna. Watch your husband taking his wife.” Breathing heavily, she continued to watch Christopher push in her and pull out. He didn’t go deep enough to be fully seated inside of her, but the gentle thrusts were enough to inflame every part of her body.
Victor continued to massage her breasts, teasing her nipples, and kissing the side of her mouth. Christopher pushed in a little deeper and the sensation of being full settled deep within her.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” All she could manage was a nod. Their eyes locked and he reared back. In one hard, yet surprisingly gentle move, Christopher buried himself deep inside her. With her back arching and a cry leaving her lips, McKenna absorbed the sting of pain the act had caused. Instantly, Victor turned her head toward him and kissed her, murmuring his encouragements against her mouth. Christopher didn’t move for several long moments and she knew he was giving her time to adjust.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” She felt his hand on the side of her face, brushing away the strands of hair. Nodding because she didn’t want to stop the kiss with Victor, McKenna tightened her thighs around his waist, urging him that she was ready for more. He started moving in and out of her with agonizingly slow strokes. When the tip of him was almost completely out of her, he pushed back in. His hands found their way to her hips, his fingers curling around the bone.
“God, McKenna. You feel incredible.”
“I bet she’s so tight and wet. Tell me how she feels, Chris.” Victor pulled away as he spoke and looked in her eyes. He wasn’t talking to her, but rather his brother. The knowledge that he was asking Christopher how she felt sent desire flooding through her body. It was e
xtremely erotic, for some reason.
“She’s--” Christopher stopped speaking when he buried himself deep inside of her. A groan left them both. Arching her back, she felt the root of his shaft rub along her clit. “Fuck!” Hearing the normally soft-spoken Christopher swear sent her heart racing in a flurry of emotions. Hands tightening on her hips, he started moving at a steady, rhythmic tempo. With every thrust into her his balls brushed her bottom. Her kiss with Victor intensified, as did his fingers pulling and pinching her nipples. The mixture of pleasure and pain combined into one glorious feeling. Christopher pushed her closer to yet another orgasm and she didn’t know if she could handle another one. His finger moved between their bodies and his thumb worked her clit into a hard little knot. His cock in her while he played with her clit was titillating, sending a thrill of delectation through her. She tore her mouth from Victor’s and arched her head back, feeling her climax peak and then crash to the surface. Victor chose that moment to latch his mouth onto the nipple closest to him and drag his teeth over her. The act was carnal, animal in nature, and made her cry out. She felt gush after gush of cream leave her, making Christopher’s thrust slippery as he glided in and out of her. McKenna could hear the sound of his skin slapping against her wet flesh. It was a filthy aphrodisiac, and it made her want to pull them closer, yet push them away at the same time.
Christopher sunk into her once more and stilled. Peeling her eyes open, she watched his whole body tense as he climaxed. Hot jets of his semen filled her and a gasp left her at the thought she could actually feel it. It was concupiscent and stimulating and the knowledge that he was filling her with his seed, marking her, was erotic. As he continued to pump into her, she watched in fascination as his sinews strained. His head was thrown back and the tendons in his neck stood out in stark contrast. As if he could no longer hold himself up, he collapsed on top of her. Breathing heavily, McKenna wrapped her arms around Christopher and closed her eyes. His head was buried in her neck and she turned the other direction to look at Victor. He was now on his knees, his shaft in his hand. He stroked himself lazily as he held her gaze.