Trent dived for the berry. His tongue flicked roughly against Abbey’s clit as he lapped around the plump strawberry stuck in her vulva. Her taste combined with the champagne and the berry was like nothing he’d ever enjoyed before. Taking his time, Trent nipped at the fruit, and juice burst free, dripping down her slit straight to her ass.
“Trent…Trent, please…” Abbey begged him for release.
“Do you want to come?” Tyrell whispered in her ear.
“Fuck, y-yesssss,” she whimpered.
“Do you need to come?” he asked, his voice growing hoarse.
“Y-y-ye…” she stuttered as Trent’s lips closed around her clit and he began suckling the pulsing nubbin. “P-pl-pleeeeease.” Abbey gasped.
Tyrell’s callused fingertips plucked at her nipples, tugging and twisting as Abbey sobbed out her need.
“Then let go,” he ordered in a whisper. “Come in Trent’s mouth, baby. Coat his tongue with your sweet nectar.”
Tyrell’s gentle order was all Abbey needed.
Coursing through her like a tidal wave, it hit.
Without warning, Abbey felt herself free-fall. Trent continued to feast between her legs, drawing out her climax to earth-shattering proportions. After many minutes, the waves refused to subside, even moderately.
“Mmm, that was a tasty dessert,” Trent moaned, glancing up at Abbey from between her splayed thighs.
As she struggled to recover, Abbey watched in disbelief as Tyrell and Trent rose to stand beside the bed.
The nerve! Getting up before I’ve had my turn with them!
Together their eyes roamed over her body. Caressing. Teasing. Promising. In that moment, Abbey thought herself the most cherished woman in the world.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” Tyrell purred and stroked a single finger along her inner left thigh.
Abbey’s breath caught as she glanced down at herself. Atop rumpled sheets, she lay spread-eagle, panting hoarsely, her skin glistening in goop. Shooting a sheepish glance at the brothers, she snickered. “I’m smeared with chocolate, whipped cream, and fruit juices. I’m sticky.” She giggled. “That’s a far cry from beautiful.”
Tyrell bent down and gathered her in his arms. “If I tell you you’re beautiful, you are.” The predatory smile curling his full, delectable lips sent her pulse racing.
Across the suite, Tyrell carried Abbey into the bathroom. Somehow all three managed to squeeze into the small confines of the bathtub. Though they stood, there was very little room for any movement.
Trent and Tyrell took turns lathering soap over her breasts and her sex and between the cheeks of her ass. They took their time tormenting Abbey with kisses, nibbling and tasting her flesh.
Abbey delighted in bathing the two brothers in turn, relishing the feel of their firm muscles and soft skin beneath her exploring hands and caressing fingertips. Each man held a distinctive scent and possessed a delicious taste that drove Abbey crazy. Their pores seemed to scream aphrodisiac. Her senses were again on overload, her body on fire. She found herself afraid nothing would extinguish the flames licking from within her.
After drying each other, the trio made their way back into the room.
Tyrell picked Abbey up and plunked her ass on the table in the corner of the room. Taking her hand in his, Tyrell wrapped Abbey’s fingers around his length, encouraging her to stroke his firm flesh.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he said, tightening his grip on her hand, brushing his lips against hers. “Just like that. Feel what you do to me? How fucking hard you make me?”
Abbey whimpered when he pulled her hand free from his shaft. She needed to touch him. To please him. Them.
“I want to taste you,” Tyrell growled. Kneeling before her, he spread her legs wide and slid his tongue from her anus up to her clit, then back down again.
Trent came up beside them and pushed Abbey back until she rested back with her elbows on the table. He then took her ankle and set it over his shoulder, opening her up for his brother. “Beautiful,” Trent groaned.
Again, Tyrell licked a wet trail from her backside up to her now-throbbing, swollen clit. He tugged at the bud with his lips and nipped at the smooth lips of her labia. Abbey felt herself losing control under his oral thoroughness. Moaning aloud, she wiggled her ass against Tyrell’s chin.
From where he stood over her, Trent reached between her legs and spread her lips wider. Tyrell closed his mouth over her clit and sucked hungrily. When he released the swollen bud, she watched as Tyrell dipped his head lower to drill his tongue inside her. Trent’s middle finger replaced Tyrell’s mouth on her clit, stroking it in firm, tight circles. His free hand massaged her breasts, pulling at her nipples until they were hard and achy and begging for the attention of his mouth.
With his tongue, Tyrell ventured lower still and began rimming the tight pucker of her ass. Licking her thoroughly, he shoved his tongue past the outer ring and in as far as he could go. After a few minutes, her muscles relaxed around his probing tongue. He pulled back, wet one of his thick fingers in his mouth, and then slowly pushed it into her ass.
Abbey nearly came right then.
“Relax,” Tyrell’s voice encouraged, his breath a warm caress across her inner thigh and exposed intimate flesh.
Wanting to embrace the encounter, she tried to focus on her body’s response. Fullness filled her bottom as Tyrell’s thick digit probed deeper. Liquid heat seeped from her core and eased Tyrell’s exploration. He pumped his finger into her several times before adding a second finger and eventually a third. Splinters of pleasurable pain shot from her anus and ricocheted throughout her body. Her lower body spasmed, adding to the erotic stimulation of that very private part of her.
Her vaginal muscles clenched tighter as her arousal escalated. Abbey wasn’t certain how much more she could stand before she would explode.
Abbey rode Tyrell’s hand shamelessly, thrusting her hips against him. When Tyrell began to work a fourth finger inside her ass, Abbey nearly died from the gratifying burn it invoked. Her mind and body spiraled out of control from the multitude of sensations racking her. Gasping for air, Abbey realized she no longer had any idea which way was up or down.
“Is she ready?” She heard Trent’s voice through the swirling fog in her mind.
“Oh yeah,” Tyrell groaned and sucked her clit into his mouth again.
Abbey felt as though she were levitating and floating across the room. She was certain she was losing her mind. When she regained part of her ability for relatively coherent thought, she realized they had carried her across the room to a small sitting area. Trent sat in a cushioned chair and rolled a condom over his length. Tyrell then lowered her onto Trent’s lap. The fat head of Trent’s cock spread the lips of her pussy as Tyrell pushed her down until her body had swallowed every tantalizing inch. Trent’s hands gripped her hips as he lifted her off his shaft slowly only to slam her back down again.
The two brothers were wild and rough. Abbey desperately wanted them to use her, to pleasure her. She was close to weeping from her building need.
Tyrell moved up against her from behind, his body pressing against her. He massaged her butt cheeks and pulled them wide apart. The heat of his body seeped into her, pushing her desire even higher. His musky scent engulfed her.
Behind her, the ripping of a foil package sent a chill running up her spine. With eager anticipation, her heart raced. Her mind began spinning at the thought of being taken by both men at the same time. The gentle caress of Tyrell’s fingertips between her cheeks told her she wouldn’t have to wait long. He smeared something cool and slippery over Abbey’s opening and pushed it up inside her back entrance. In front of her, Trent captured her lips in a fiery kiss as Tyrell aligned the head of his cock with her hole and slowly pushed himself into her backside.
Despite being stretched by Tyrell’s fingers earlier, the sensation of his thick, long shaft penetrating her felt vastly different. Every cell in her body tightened lik
e the coils of a spring. A burning pain radiated white-hot throughout her. Abbey tried to suck in a breath as Tyrell filled her, but Trent refused to allow her to pull away. He fisted his fingers in her curly red hair, holding her to him.
Searching for the pleasure hidden somewhere beneath the pain as she was being speared from behind, Abbey concentrated on the heat that was now spreading throughout her body. Shock waves pulsed through every nerve ending, causing her skin to tingle and all her fine hairs to stand on end.
“Push out against the pressure,” Tyrell whispered in Abbey’s ear. “You have my promise it will feel so fucking good once I’m fully inside you.” A few seconds later, he felt her ring relax and continued to feed all nine inches of his shaft into Abbey’s tight, velvety ass. “That’s it, my girl,” his deep voice praised and encouraged. “Take me, baby. Take every fucking fat inch of my cock. That’s it.”
Consumed by utter satisfaction, Tyrell groaned as Abbey’s body accepted his entire length. He held her ass cheeks wide open to visually enjoy his claiming. Slowly, he pulled his whole length almost completely out of her body and paused before pushing himself back in.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you are just about to come, temptress?” Trent purred beneath them.
Abbey gasped for breath. White-knuckled, her fingers dug into the back of the chair for balance.
“Look to your left, baby,” Trent directed her from below.
Trent’s and Tyrell’s gazes followed Abbey’s. Three pairs of desire-laden eyes, dark with growing passion, stared back as they watched themselves in the mirror.
Sandwiched between him and his brother, the sexy contrast of Abbey’s soft, fair skin brushing against and caressing their firm, dark skin, had Tyrell fighting off his climax. Abbey’s pleasure must come first, he told his overzealous cock.
Abbey’s red curls were tousled and damp from the shower, and strands clung to all three of their perspiring bodies. Her cheeks were stained a healthy rose color, and her luscious lips quivered. The small peach-sized globes of her breasts bounced as he and his brother rode her toward dizzying carnal heights. Pleasure was easily readable on her flushed face and urged him on.
The muscles in Abbey’s velvety, snug ass tightened around Tyrell’s cock, threatening to snap the final thread of his control.
“You’re so close to coming, Abbey,” Trent announced. “Can you see it in your eyes, baby? We can.”
Abbey whimpered hoarsely and her body began to quake.
“My cock can feel it,” he continued. “Your sweet cunt is squeezing me, milking me. I don’t think I can hold on much longer, baby, before you make me blow my load.”
Between them, Abbey moaned and writhed as they found a rhythm, driving her over the blissful edge.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby,” Tyrell softly ordered when he saw her eyelids grow heavy as her pleasure threatened to consume her. “Watch yourself as we make you come. You are so fucking sexy,” he growled against Abbey’s neck as her ass spasmed around him. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as her climax claimed her completely. “That’s it, baby, ride it out. Come hard for us, baby.”
Her body shook between them. Her flesh glistened as perspiration peppered her skin, lightly at first. As they continued to drive her to another fierce climax, rivulets of sweat began to trickle down her body. As if dying from thirst, both men lapped up the delicious, salty liquid as they continued to pound themselves into her.
Without warning, Tyrell’s cock jerked, and Abbey reached behind her, holding him against her body as he came with a shuddering growl.
Trent followed, crying out his release against Abbey’s chest.
Chapter Four
Abbey woke at the crack of dawn and stretched languidly between the two hunks sleeping soundly one on either side of her. Although the muscles of her pussy and ass were quite tender from the endless hours of exquisite torture she had endured the night before, her body stirred to life with carnal thoughts as she admired Trent’s and Tyrell’s dark bodies against the bright white sheets of the king-size bed.
Trent and Tyrell were incredible. They were hard, well-defined muscle, and their skin silky soft to the touch. They had been rough and relentless, yet warm and gentle. They used harsh, crass words throughout the physical acts and then turned around and whispered tenderly in her ear as they snuggled her afterward. They had been demanding yet yielding. And she knew their individual scents and tastes would always remain in her system. In fact, Abbey delighted in the thought.
Despite the happy wandering of her mind, in an instant she felt sadness. She believed she was falling in love. With both men. And that had not been part of her plans.
Although she was completely sated beyond her wildest imagination, Abbey knew she would once again hunger for Tyrell’s and Trent’s touch. They had been sensational lovers, giving Abbey exactly what she’d craved, over and over again…and then some.
But Abbey made her decision before she had even met the two handsome brothers: it was just casual sex. Last night had been about fulfilling a physical need. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more complicated than that. As painful as it would be, it was for the best that she left them now, even knowing damn well she would ache for the two of them again.
Despite their conversation over dinner the night before, it just didn’t seem fathomable to her that either man would ever see her as anything other than someone to fuck. Hell, she’d allowed herself to be picked up in a bar known for casual sexual exchanges. She willingly walked through the doors in search of a one-night stand. In the light of day, that’s exactly what Trent and Tyrell would see her as -- just another one of their casual conquests.
She saw no sense in punishing herself day after day, wondering what could have been. It’s best to make a clean break, she reminded herself. This was what it was -- a sensational one-night stand that she would never forget. She would always remember their time together. The pleasures Trent and Tyrell had continuously wrung from her eager, willing body the night before astounded her.
Abbey knew when she had first laid eyes on each of the brothers that being with them would be spectacular. But she had no idea what an incredible sexual team they’d be. She also knew any sexual experience she ever encountered in the future would never come close to the one she’d shared with Trent and Tyrell.
Wriggling from beneath the cool sheets, she gingerly slid to the foot of the bed. Naked, she padded across the suite to the bathroom, collecting her clothing along the way. Unwilling to risk a shower and chance waking the handsome duo that was sleeping so peacefully, Abbey dressed quickly and pulled her unruly red curls back with a scrunchie.
She jotted down a short note to the twins on hotel stationery and stole one last lingering glance at her two African American gods. She admired their exquisite perfection, committing every luscious detail of them to memory.
As absurd as it sounded, considering the circumstances of their meeting, Abbey was certain she had fallen in love. She refused to allow her thoughts of sorrow to break her heart further.
With her memories in place, she once again told herself it was best to leave.
Blowing two kisses toward the big bed, Abbey carefully opened the door and silently slipped out of Trent’s and Tyrell’s lives.
Forever.
Chapter Five
The heaviness of sleep began to subside, and Tyrell felt himself drift toward consciousness. The scent of Abbey and sex filled his nostrils as he buried his face into his pillow. Images of the night before flickered behind his closed eyelids, and his cock began to swell. His lips curled into a grin.
Great, he mused as he became aware of the rays of the sunlight streaming around the heavy curtains pulled closed across the sliding glass doors. There’ll be no relieving my bladder until I relieve the ache in my balls.
The realization that today was Saturday pleased him. It would allow him and Trent the opportunity to learn more about their Abbey. It would be perfect: they would h
ave all day today, tonight, and tomorrow to explore the possibilities. As he thought of sliding into Abbey’s wet heat for another full night, his balls threatened to unload.
Abbey’s answers to their questions the night before had been guarded. Tyrell had suspected as much as they talked. He didn’t blame her for being cautious: they were strangers, after all. But that would change very soon. Her facial expressions combined with the darkening of the emerald green in her eyes told him she had held back. The attraction the three of them shared was genuine and strong, and Tyrell intended to take that attraction to the next level. He was not prepared to allow Abbey to walk away from him and Trent. Not now.
Tyrell knew of a terrific family restaurant around the corner where they could go for breakfast. Of course, that would be after he and Trent had their fill of their vivacious temptress. Might be better to plan on brunch, he mused. The thought of her sandwiched between him and his brother near did Tyrell in. After brunch, Tyrell planned on taking Abbey back to their home for a swim, dinner, conversation, and -- most importantly -- more lovemaking.
If he had his way, Abbey would be head over heels -- just as he felt he was -- and she would be in no hurry to leave them.
Don’t push it, he told himself. Let’s just take things one step at a time.
The night before, Abbey had been forthcoming in admitting she was unattached, and Tyrell took that tidbit of information as a good omen. Sexually speaking, it was clear Abbey was more than comfortable with being with both him and Trent, but Tyrell was curious as to how receptive she would be to sharing her life with two men. The fireball sleeping between them fulfilled each of them. Tyrell himself felt it down to the very core of his being.
No more wasting precious time, he thought. It was time to begin the first day of the rest of their lives.
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