Abbey's Sexual Adventure

by Jennifer Cole

  The three shared spicy turkey tetrazzini and creamy seafood linguine, which smelled incredibly appetizing. The aromas wafting under Abbey’s nose had her belly growling in hunger. Caught up in her sexcapade, Abbey hadn’t realized just how hungry she had become.

  “Are you having a nice evening, temptress?” Tyrell asked, twirling noodles onto his fork.

  “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. “The two of you are a sensational duo.” As the words left her lips, Abbey felt a jolt of jealousy shoot through her. “Something tells me the two of you have done this sort of thing before.” The words spilled out before she could stop them. The thought of Trent and Tyrell making love to another woman, together, had her blood near boiling. She only hoped the venom she tasted in her mouth hadn’t laced her words.

  Wait just a second, you ditzy redhead. You were the one looking for a quick, no-strings lay, Abbey reminded herself.

  Maybe you want more, the little voice in her head answered.

  The thought momentarily stunned her. But within seconds, Abbey realized the annoying voice of her subconscious was right.

  The thought of Trent and Tyrell pulling climax after climax from another woman had Abbey’s gut twisting. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or pissed that neither man chose to acknowledge her asinine statement.

  “So, tell us about yourself, temptress,” Trent said as he offered her a couple of noodles with a chunk of turkey on the end of his fork.

  Closing her lips around the tines, she pulled her head back and took the noodles into her mouth. She savored the spiciness of the sauce while she considered his question. She hesitated before offering an answer, wondering if she should fib.

  After all, neither man could possibly be interested in her life outside these four walls. Could he?

  Trent’s smoldering gaze met hers and held. She couldn’t look away. It was as if he possessed some hypnotic power over her. Warmth simmered low in her belly before it spread outward to the rest of her body. The muscles between her legs clenched in anticipation, and her nipples grew taut. Her entire being began to pulse under the weight of Trent’s watchful eyes.

  Something registered in the back of Abbey’s mind: when Trent studied her so closely, it was as if he was searching for something. In that moment, she realized that she, too, wanted to know more about the two men on either side of her.

  “Wh-what would you like to know?” she asked.

  The huskiness of her voice surprised her. Never before had her body reacted or responded so eagerly to sexual stimulation brought on by any other man. There had been a couple of boyfriends in Abbey’s past, but none who ignited an insatiable desire in her. Tyrell had lit that flame with a single look earlier that night at the bar. And together with Trent, he had stoked the burning embers and now those flames were licking higher and higher, climbing to a dangerous, explosive level. If she weren’t experiencing it for herself, Abbey wouldn’t have thought it possible.

  In a matter of hours, Abbey felt herself losing her heart to both men.

  “Everything,” Tyrell purred to her right, offering her a sauce-covered scallop.

  A shiver of excitement raced through her body like wildfire.

  Somewhere along the journey, Abbey’s no-strings-attached adventure had turned into something else -- something more. During the time she’d enjoyed with Trent and Tyrell, things had changed. This was no longer a consensual night of hard, mindless fucking to assuage mutual physical needs. Though the twins’ exploring fingers were demanding and confident, Trent’s and Tyrell’s caresses were gentle and giving, as well as taking. As they had taken turns pounding themselves into her willing body with reckless abandon, both had been attentive to her pleasure before allowing themselves to take their own.

  “I…I’m a loans officer…in a bank,” she said. Conveniently, she neglected to give the bank’s name and was thankful neither man pushed the issue.

  Tyrell brought the champagne bottle to Abbey’s lips and tipped it up. He pulled the bottle away after she swallowed, and a droplet of the liquid trickled from the corner of her mouth. Trent’s hand appeared and, with a gentle sweep of the callused pad of his thumb, brushed the liquid away. Holding her gaze, he lifted his thumb to his mouth and sucked off the wet residue.

  Throughout dinner, Abbey sat on her wandering hands while the seductive duo fed her and quenched her thirst with the bottle of champagne. When they “accidentally” missed her mouth, the two enjoyed licking the bites of food off her breasts and thighs.

  “H-how about the two of you?” Abbey stammered, her arousal beginning to take hold once again.

  “Trent and I own our own landscaping business,” Tyrell said as he leaned over and licked a dollop of sauce off Abbey’s right breast.

  That explained their matching muscular physiques.

  “Family?” Tyrell asked her before taking a bite of linguine.

  “I was raised by my aunt and uncle,” she answered. “When I was four, my family was in a horrific car accident. My parents and older brother didn’t survive.”

  A moment of silence passed before Tyrell spoke. “We’re very sorry for your devastating loss, Abbey,” he said, his eyes reflecting his sincerity.

  “Thank you.” Abbey smiled. “I had a fulfilling childhood.” After swallowing another bite of turkey, she decided to pry a little more into Trent’s and Tyrell’s lives. “What about you guys? Siblings? Parents?”

  Tyrell shook his head, feeding her another forkful. “No brothers or sisters. Our mother became pregnant with us when she was seventeen.” He paused and gave her a wink. “The details aren’t necessary.”

  “Oh,” she replied, suspecting she truly didn’t want to know.

  “Considering the way she became a mother, she did her very best with us,” Trent added. “She has eight brothers and sisters, so we had a lot of love and discipline growing up.”

  Both men chuckled as if sharing an inside joke.

  “Is your mom still alive?”

  “Oh yeah. She takes care of the books for our business,” Tyrell said, before taking a swallow from the champagne bottle.

  “What do you guys to for fun?”

  Trent’s eyes flared with desire as he smoothed the pad of his thumb across her lower lip. “Right now, we are loving a very sexy woman.”

  A soft moan slipped from Abbey’s mouth, and she flicked her tongue against the end of Trent’s thumb.

  As they worked on finishing the entrées, they continued to chat and ask questions. Trent and Tyrell gave Abbey insight into their upbringing and how devoted they were to family. In turn, Abbey shared as well, but she was careful to curb specific personal details about herself. Anonymity, as far as her fantasy was concerned, was still important to her.

  She embraced the passionate Abbey she’d become under the sexual tutelage of Trent and Tyrell. Their desire for her was clearly evident in their eyes when they looked at her. The element of lovemaking was unmistakable when they stroked inside her body. It wasn’t just the physical act of fucking. Despite the fact that Abbey felt as though she was falling head over heels, come morning she was determined to leave her fantasy right here in this hotel room, taking only the delicious memories of her time with the twin Adonises. It was how it had to be. A relationship could not be built from a one-night stand. Could it?

  “Lover?”

  “Yes.” Abbey sighed as Trent’s deep voice moved through her.

  “You have a lover?” he asked, with a brow raised in question.

  Abbey felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment at having thought he had called her “lover.” Regaining her composure, she shook her head.

  A seductive grin curled both Tyrell’s and Trent’s luscious, full lips. Then, as if reading her unasked reciprocation, they both stated a firm, “No.”

  A tremor coursed through Abbey again.

  “And what about after tonight, temptress?” Trent purred in her left ear, nipping at her lobe.

  For a moment, Abbey sat quiet. Sure, s
he was having an incredible time, but there just couldn’t be anything more. Could there? This was just sex. Wasn’t it?

  “What do you mean?” she asked, silently challenging them to satisfy her curiosity.

  The brothers exchanged a glance.

  Were they looking for something more than just tonight? Still surprised that she had picked up total strangers and fucked them silly, Abbey allowed her thoughts to wander past this night. A part of her was curious to know if there could actually be something between the three of them besides just spectacular sex. Would they share similar likes and dislikes? What sort of movies would they like to watch, snuggled up together with her on the couch? Was it even fathomable for one woman to find happiness in the arms of two men, brothers no less?

  Abbey gave her head a mental shake. What she was considering was the stuff found within the pages of erotic romance novels. Threesomes sounded incredibly decadent on paper, but Abbey had little faith that, aside from the sexual gratification, a three-person relationship would work in real life. There would more than likely be jealousy issues. And what about commitment?

  Wait a minute. I’m not looking for commitment. Am I?

  Taking a few moments to silently replay the conversation, she decided Trent and Tyrell were simply making idle chitchat while they refueled themselves for another round of fabulous, sweaty sex.

  Abbey shrugged. “This is what it is, guys,” she answered the question, attempting to feign a nonchalant attitude.

  Tyrell studied her again, as if searching for something in her eyes. “But it doesn’t have to be just ‘this,’” he said finally.

  Abbey was flustered at her immediate inability to think straight or maintain her self-control. Earlier, she’d displayed confidence when she decided to go after Trent and Tyrell and bring them back to her room. The persona a few hours before was of a carefree woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t about to stop until she got it. There was no way in hell the woman from earlier would have taken no for an answer when she had set out to seduce Tyrell and Trent. Now, their questions delving into her being an actual person rather than a plaything made Abbey feel vulnerable.

  “It can be more,” Trent declared without hesitation. His confidence had her gasping.

  As comfortable as she was in the company of the two handsome strangers, Abbey was not about to allow herself to get caught up in the mystical realm of a fairy tale. This was real life, her life, and this was her fantasy night. She intended to give tonight her all and tuck the decadent memories into the deepest recesses of her mind for future enjoyment.

  They can’t be serious, she told herself.

  “How about dessert?” Tyrell smiled at her as he rose from the bed.

  Trent joined Tyrell at the service cart, and the two men surveyed the contents. Tyrell lifted the stainless steel dome cover off one of the remaining plates to reveal a dish of fresh-cut melons and berries. “Ahh, this will be perfect,” he said, waggling his brow, a mischievous glimmer in his eye. He turned to Abbey and growled low. “Get comfy, temptress.”

  Abbey’s eyes grew wide as she wiggled with anticipation on top of the bed. Oh my Lord, what do they have in mind?

  Trent snatched the chocolate sauce and a bowl of whipped cream from the top of the tray and followed Tyrell to the bed. With plates in hand, Trent and Tyrell grinned like predators as Abbey lay sprawled naked in the middle of the king-size bed.

  The Brothers Divine stretched out along either side of her. Trent wrapped his fingers around her slender wrists and pulled her arms above her head, then held her hands firm in his grasp. Using their feet, the brothers pulled her legs apart. A cool rush of air danced across her exposed pussy, and a groan vibrated deep in her throat.

  Her hands were secured above her, with her thighs spread wide, trapped under the weight of each of the brother’s powerful legs. Abbey was unable to move more than a slight wiggle between them, not that she had any desire to be anywhere else.

  Once she was trapped against the mattress, Tyrell tipped the plate of fruit he held, dumping the contents onto Abbey’s stomach. As the cool, wet fruit hit her warm flesh, her back arched off the bed. Juice trickled down her sides, causing her to squirm even more between the two hard bodies holding her still.

  The aroma of fresh melons, berries, and sex scented the air around them.

  Trent leaned over and slurped a fat slice of honeydew melon between his lips and slid the tip of the wet fruit up to Abbey’s breast. After dragging it erotically over and around her puckered nipple, he sucked the melon into his mouth. He chewed the soft pale green flesh before pressing his lips against Abbey’s, offering her a taste of the sweet fruit that flavored his lips.

  She moaned against his oral caress. As Trent pulled away from her mouth, Abbey licked her lips, savoring his intoxicating taste.

  Tyrell fingered the fruits covering Abbey’s quivering belly, spreading them lower and higher as if he was using her naked body as a platter. He picked up a chunk of cantaloupe and teasingly swirled it around Abbey’s belly button, down her lower abdomen, and between the fleshy folds of her pussy.

  Abbey gasped as Tyrell rubbed the fruit around her swollen clit. The cool fruit felt fabulous but did little to extinguish the fire the two brothers had ignited. She tried to wriggle her hips and push up against the tormenting slice of cantaloupe, but Tyrell and Trent only tightened their holds, increasing the pressure on her legs and wrists. She growled angrily at her inability to move. As Trent leaned down to her face, she nipped roughly at his lower lip.

  He studied her with heavy interest, his eyes darkening with desire.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” she groaned a meek protest. “Please…”

  As she uttered her plea, Tyrell pushed the thick slice of cantaloupe inside Abbey’s pussy.

  “Oh God,” she moaned and attempted to thrust her hips up to push the melon deeper.

  Tyrell slowly worked the fruit in and out of her passage, teasing her. She continued to writhe between the two brothers, her need growing to an almost-delirious level.

  Tyrell pulled the chunk of cantaloupe from Abbey’s body and brought it to his lips. “I like my fruit dipped in cream,” he said huskily and slipped the cantaloupe into his mouth.

  “Oh my God.” Abbey whimpered, her eyes fixated on the subtle chewing motion of his jaw.

  The bowl of whipped cream reappeared, and Trent dumped it on top of the fruit spread over Abbey’s abdomen. With the tip of his finger, he formed a well around her belly button before pouring a pool of chocolate sauce.

  Tyrell and Trent took turns swirling and dipping the slices and chunks of melons and the variety of plump, juicy berries into the whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Taking turns, they fed the sweet treats to Abbey and each other.

  She was lost in the lavish attention Trent and Tyrell showered her with. Their hands, their fingers, and their mouths were magic as they danced over her sticky flesh.

  When her body was nearly cleaned of fruit and chocolate sauce, a second bottle of champagne was introduced to their sweet feast. As Trent came back to bed with the bottle in hand, he knelt between Abbey’s splayed thighs.

  Abbey’s bright green eyes grew wide as Trent lowered the mouth of the champagne bottle to the opening of her sex. Lifting her head, she watched as the bottle edged closer to her exposed slit. Abbey gasped sharply as the cool, bubbly liquid dribbled over her clit, trickled along her opening, and down the crack of her ass. Trent lowered his head, then flicked his tongue across her swollen nub, lapping at the champagne combined with Abbey’s cream.

  They had yet to bring her to orgasm, leaving her dangling precariously on the edge. The manner with which her body responded so eagerly to their touch, she knew it wouldn’t take much more to bring her to completion.

  Then Trent pushed the mouth of the champagne bottle just inside Abbey’s pussy.

  “Ahhhh,” she groaned as he tipped the bottle.

  The bubbly liquid seeped from her opening, and Abbey whimpere
d hoarsely at the stimulating sensation between her legs. The bubbles tickled and the cool liquid was mildly refreshing.

  Mildly.

  Abbey’s desire was driven even higher, and she felt herself unable to hang on any longer to the edge of the cliff. “My God…I’m…I…” she croaked, closing her eyes tight. I’m almost there.

  The bottle was pulled from her body. Abbey mewed in protest.

  “Not yet, you don’t,” Trent growled low.

  Abbey opened her eyes to see Trent and Tyrell both staring at her. Dangerous, uncontrollable lust flickered in the depths of their dark brown eyes.

  Attempting to stave off the orgasm threatening to consume her, Abbey trembled, pushing her need for release as far from her reach as she could. She wanted to do as Trent said; something inside her did not want to disappoint them or herself. Abbey knew a delectable reward awaited her once they allowed her to cross the finish line. Despite the painful throbbing between her legs, she was in no hurry to rush there.

  Right from the very beginning, it had been Abbey’s intention to savor each and every moment of this night. And that intention had not changed.

  After a couple of minutes had lapsed, her body still shook gently, and her breathing was relatively under control.

  Tyrell’s deep voice reverberated through her, sparking her already-piqued arousal. “Are you ready to continue?”

  “The two of you…are driving me…mad,” she whispered hoarsely as the throb of anticipation came back to her clit.

  Both men chuckled.

  “Good,” they said in unison.

  Abbey watched as Tyrell picked up a plump strawberry between two fingers. With teasing slowness, he slid the berry down her belly and between her legs. An aroused moan lodged in her throat as he pushed it inside.

  “No,” she cried, unsure she could bear any more of their pleasurable torment.

  Trent handed Tyrell the bottle of champagne and settled himself between Abbey’s widespread thighs. As if reading his brother’s mind, Tyrell tipped the bottle, spilling the contents in a slow trickle over Abbey’s pussy.