by Michelle Day
“And?” He asked in between kissing her neck and gliding his tongue over her ear making her tremble.
“I think you know the answer to that you bastard.”
“Tell me again Suzie, how I’m not ready for a serious relationship and you are.” He chuckled.
“How are the mother of your child and your son?” She shot back.
“Bitch.” He whispered “Come with me Suzie, let me take your guilt away.” He stepped back so that he could see her face.
She shook her head, reaching up to pull him close so that he would hear her. “I want to but I won’t cheat on Cameron.”
“You are cheating on him.” He pointed out, his hands had started to roam, teasing her in the way only he knew how, “You’re here with me, kissing me, grinding on me.”
“A slight slip up. I can’t be with you Paul and being here is a mistake.”
That last statement only served to get his back up, since when had being with him been a mistake? He bent to snarl something cutting into her ear when he was shoved from the side and had to grasp her arms to stop himself from cannon balling into her.
Matt grinned stupidly at his brother and his sisters’ best friend. Holding the girl swaying with him at arm’s length, he shouted “Hi Suzanne,” before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. Turing back he received one almighty slap across his cheek from the disgruntled female shortly before she stormed off, “well, that was uncalled for.” He shouted at her retreating back before dancing away on the search for his next conquest.
From her vantage point of her bar stool, Emily had watched the blond next to her catch Paul’s eye before she left the bar and wrapped herself in him. Sitting up a little straighter, she watched as the blond was dragged to the dance floor and positively crawled inside Paul’s skin with her closeness.
There was something different about this girl, there was no outright in your face flirting with her that she had observed him do with the females who had stepped between him and who she now knew to be the club’s manager while they talked, none of the testosterone fuelled male who had pinned her to wall in the hall earlier in the evening. In fact, he was giving off the vibe that he was desperate to be with this girl and even as she pushed him away it was blatantly obvious that all she really wanted was him.
With his proven reputation as a ladies’ man even at such a tender age, Emily was intrigued by his reaction to the girl, even more so when he let her walk away. He didn’t stand still long enough to watch her leave; instead, as she moved away from him, he made a beeline for the bar where a drink of some description was put in front of him immediately.
He needed a distraction otherwise he’d leave the club and chase her home and more than likely tell that stuck up snob Cameron that his tongue had been tonsil deep in her mouth only moments before and watch as her precious relationship crumbled around her. Then she’d have to turn to him wouldn’t she?
Taking another gulp of his drink he knew without a doubt, if he did that, she would never speak to him again and he’d lose what little chance he did have with her. Caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t see the girl that Matt shoved in his direction until she was pressed up against him. He glanced down at her, his eyebrows raising as he saw what she was almost wearing. Her pale pink nipples were peeping over her lower than low cut top, just begging for his attention. God love his brother for noticing his hands were currently empty. A slow smile spread across his lips as he passed the remainder of his drink to her, watching as she downed it before taking her for a spin on the dance floor.
Emily sighed and leaned a little further away from the sweaty, foul smelling man currently trying to peer down her top. What had started out as a promising night had quickly taken a downward turn when the procession of attractive younger men morphed into groping, slurring idiots as the night wore on and vast amounts of alcohol was consumed. She had had a few dances, taken a few phone numbers but found her gaze kept wondering back to the Jensen twins, noting that each and every time she looked at them; they were positively drowning in a vat of female flesh that pressed against them as they held court on the dance floor.
With his hand inside the bra of the girl Matt had thrown at him, Paul tweaked the pretty nipple that had been winking at him and tightened his grip, pulling the girl against him, her back pressed to his front as he turned his head and buried his tongue in the mouth of the girl he had established was her best friend. The surrounding women and several shots had calmed his anger and fuelled his ardour. One way or another, he was getting laid tonight and if he had anything to do with it, he would be getting laid very soon.
Matt looked over the head of the girl he was dancing with, the girl who had her hand wrapped around his cock and was using it to steadily steer him from the dance floor, he laughed when he saw his brother come up for air from the deep tongue lashing he received from the bubblicious blond friend of the girl he had practically thrown at him. Confident that Paul wouldn’t be starting trouble any time soon, Matt let the girl stroking his genitals push him into a dark corner and relaxed against the wall as she sunk to her knees in front of him.
Noticing that Matt had sidled away with his current conquest, Paul allowed himself to be pulled off the dance floor and over to a booth by the two girls with him although he wasn’t sure if he was molesting them or they were molesting him, they all seemed to be going at it with equal vigour. Shrugging, not really being bothered by the mechanics of it all, Paul lent back against the worn upholstery of the booth as one girl kissed him, her fingers deftly working the buttons of his shirt while the other yanked his jeans open, eased his erection out and slid a condom over it before straddling his lap and impaling herself.
“Hey.” Matt smiled as he eased his shoulders between the patrons at the bar.
Emily turned away from the man on her other side and looked into the startling blue eyes of Matt Jensen “Hello.”
“Can I get you a drink?” He asked.
“You don’t remember me do you?” She asked instead of answering his question.
“Er, no. Should I?”
“Cast your mind back Matt, I was one of the officers investigating the alleged molestation of your brother.”
“Oh shit.” Matt gulped.
“It’s ok, I’m off duty.” She assured “But I don’t expect to see either of you here again.”
“Er, yeah ok. I guess you don’t want that drink then?” He smiled then, turning up the charm and cheekiness as he leaned closer.
“It would be better than me buying you one I suppose.” She smiled back. “Where’s your brother?”
Matt glanced over his shoulder, he knew exactly where Paul was but he’d be damned if he’d bring her attention to him, especially as he currently had his trousers around his ankles whilst being buried waist deep inside some random stranger. “He’s about, I’m sure he’ll show his ugly mug in a bit.” He answered as he caught the attention of one of the female bar staff.
“Same again Matt?” she asked.
“Yeah and whatever this lovely lady is drinking.” He grinned at the girl.
Placing the drinks in front of Matt, she leant forward and whispered in his ear “You know she’s a pig don’t you?”
Matt nodded “I do, it’s cool.” He slipped a pile of notes into her hand “Keep em coming.” He told her as she pulled away.
Whilst plying her with drinks, Matt kept the banter between them light, regaling her with tales of his many misdemeanours, making her laugh, relaxing her to the point that she readily agreed to a spin on the dance floor when he suggested it. He caught sight of his rather dishevelled brother making his way to the bar as he smooched Emily to Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing.
Who’d have thought Matt Jensen was every bit as charming as his brother? Not her that’s for sure. The first and only time she had previously met him was when she’d interviewed him, then he had been uncooperative and extremely tight lipped about Paul’s affair with the teacher, those startling blue eyes had almost flung ic
e chips of loathing at her during the interview and she had written him off as an over protective brother and a spoilt little rich kid. She was almost unexplainably pleased that she was wrong.
Strong arms wrapped around her as the tempo of the music slowed again. Emily closed her eyes and rested her head on his firm chest as they swayed together, the last of her inhibitions leaving her as the alcohol she had consumed warmed her from the inside and addled her brain.
“It’s crazy warm in here.” He spoke against her ear, she nodded in response, “Come on, let’s find somewhere cooler and quieter.” He slipped his hand into hers as he pulled her towards the back of the club and a concealed door.
Emily happily stumbled along behind him, for once not taking any notice of her surroundings or the fact that in this dimly lit corridor, the music from the club was barely audible.
Matt loved the opulent decadent sleaze of this part of the club. The corridor was subtly lit, the walls decked out in dark red quilted leather as were each and every one of the doors behind which hid a number of themed VIP rooms, all sumptuously decked out with the highest quality furniture and equipment, belying the shabby appearance of the club’s main floor. These rooms were reserved for those who could afford the pleasure. It was well known that for an exorbitant fee, the management would provide any and all entertainment required by the lucky few who knew of their existence.
Sadly, he wasn’t one of the fortunate few and his destination wasn’t one of those rooms. No, he and the delectable police officer were heading for the manager’s office, off of which was a well acquainted seating area which would give them privacy and serve his purpose very nicely.
Surrounded by bouncing breasts and bountiful behinds, Paul could feel several pairs of hands stroking his body whilst he attempted to dance on the packed dance floor. The DJ had ramped up the music; the beat was as frantic as the bodies gyrating against him.
He could easily take one, two or perhaps even seven or eight of these girls into a dark corner or even the yard at the back of the club and have his wicked way with them but what they had in exposed body parts they lacked in the ability of providing him with a challenge. He’d had easy, meaningless sex a few times already tonight, now he wanted someone who would offer up some resistance and make him work for it.
His height gave him the advantage of being taller than the lovelies surrounding him but try as he might, he couldn’t see his brother. Where the hell was Matt? The last time he’d caught sight of him, he had been swaying with the WPC, and then it hit him.
“The sneaky little shit!” He thought as he fought his way from the dance floor towards the bar and the club’s manager “Seen Matt?” He yelled over the music and the heads of his fellow patrons.
Jez nodded and pointed to the concealed door. Paul nodded in acknowledgement as he finally made it to the bar and asked one of the bar staff to load up a tray with shots. He knew exactly where his brother was now and what he intended on doing and he’d be damned if he was missing out on this action.
Ignoring the leather walls and the scantily clad females roaming from room to room, Paul made his way to Jez’s office, slipping silently into the room and locking the door behind him before taking a slow stroll to the seating area to observe his brother making his moves on the surprisingly compliant police woman.
Matt’s tongue drifted into Emily’s mouth and they began a slow tango. At the same time one of his hands tracked the length of her leg, over her hip and up her side to cup her breast, testing the waters so to speak. Breaking the kiss and softly peppering her exposed throat with tiny butterfly soft kisses, he unbuttoned the front of her top and lowered his mouth to the skin above the plain black bra. He eased his hand inside her top and subsequently eased her breast from the constricting material, smiling against her soft, fragrant skin when he felt her hands in his hair holding him to her tighter as she pushed her breast closer to his mouth.
The debate about whether or not to announce his presence was short lived and Paul turned from the room to place the tray he held on the desk in the office, downing a couple of shots before returning to watch his as his brother did all the hard work.
He thought she would have put up a bit of a struggle but Emily was writhing under his touch, obviously the alcohol had worked wonders and only a short time had lapsed between him kissing her to having her almost naked in his arms.
Easing her shirt open and sliding her breasts from her bra had been the easy part, the battle with her jeans had almost been epic and he felt certain he would have found scissors and cut them off if her giggles hadn’t amused him quite so much. She had thrashed her legs as his fingers gripped the bottom of her jeans, touching her feet by accident sent her off into another fit of giggles causing the leg thrashing with the end result being? Her jeans in a heap on the floor. Awesome!
He clambered up beside her, assisting her fumbling fingers as she attacked his shirt. It seemed strange that she didn’t appear to have any problems at all opening his jeans and thrusting her hand inside. Her hand felt cool around the heat of his erection. As she lowered her head to his groin, he raised his hips, bumping the tip of his erection against her lips while easing his jeans and boxers down over his muscled thighs.
“Hmm” she hummed around him and sucked him deep before releasing him and allowing her nails to trace the clearly defined abs and pecs. “You’re a natural blond I see.” She grinned before taking him into her mouth again.
Matt let his head fall back, closed his eyes as she sucked him. He idly stroked her back, his hand gliding over her soft skin and over her flanks to the curve of her breast, finding her nipples erect, he flicked and toyed with them noticing that she deepened and lessened her suction on him with each tweak of her sensitive flesh.
Emily slipped from the couch to her knees as Matt canted his hips, easing the angle of her neck as she had landed off to one side of him instead of between his legs. He hissed when her hand squeezed his balls with a little too much enthusiasm, his eyes opening to watch her mouth swallow him and that’s when he noticed Paul.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch or do you plan on joining in any time soon?” He asked.
Paul grinned and started forward, stretching out to stroke his hand across Emily’s behind as he circled her, placed the retrieved tray of drinks on the table at her back before sitting on the other side of her and pushing his fingers into her hair, guiding her movements on his brothers’ cock.
Matt thrust up as Paul pushed her head down forcing Matt’s cock deep into her throat, both brothers’ eased off when she began to gag and lifted her up from his groin.
“A bit of warning next time boys.” She chastised “I’m beginning to sober up, I need a drink.” She muttered. Paul leant around her and grabbed three shot glasses in one of his large hands, his intention, to have a shot each but Emily downed one after the other, handing each empty glass back to him. “That’s better.” She smiled then looked at Paul “If you expect me to do you as well as Matt, you’d better get naked.” She told him shortly before turning her attention back to Matt.
Matt chuckled as he watched Paul divest himself of his clothing in record time. If getting naked was an Olympic sport, his brother would break world records. The couch dipped as Paul dropped into it, his hand stroking his already healthy erection.
Once again sliding his hand into her hair, Paul lifted Emily’s mouth from Matt’s groin and positioned it over his own. “My turn.” He told her, oozing confidence but he wasn’t prepared for the immediate suction of her mouth, the grasp of her hand and his hips shot up off of the couch making her pull back.
Sitting back on her haunches between two pairs of the most beautiful male thighs she had ever seen, an erect cock in each hand, she regarded the brothers; before her, so different in many ways but also startlingly familiar in appearance. It was almost like Paul was Matt’s negative, the darkness to his light. Their features were the same, their eyes exact replica’s in shape, differing only in colour.
They had the same noses, full lips and chins. Paul’s cheekbone’s were more defined than Matt’s but she put that down to the fact that Paul was on the slender side of Matt’s healthier, more rounded bulk.
The similarities ended with their faces. Both boys had sculptured bodies but where Matt would be considered stocky, Paul would be classed as athletic. Matt’s legs were clearly shorter than his brothers’, dusted with pale almost invisible hair in contrast to Paul’s dusting of dark hair. Paul also looked deliciously tanned alongside his paler brother but she wouldn’t have considered either of them pasty white.
Her gaze dropped to the genitalia currently in her grasp, hard, hot and ready to go and both following along the lines of their owner’s body type. She released Matt’s cock only to turn her hand and cup his balls, rolling them in her palm, separating them by pushing her fingers between them as she once again took him in her mouth. Like Matt, his cock had an impressive girth and the length wasn’t to be sniffed at either, the bulbous head was flared and weeping, the thick vein tracing the underside stood out in bold relief, making a mockery of the smaller veins vying for attention along his shaft.
The cock in her hand jerked and she felt a warm hand wrap around hers, squeezing, forcing her to tighten her grip. She switched her attention from Matt to Paul, removing her hand and pushing his away, she licked the length of his shaft, nipped the bulbous head with her teeth before taking him in her mouth. Paul had more length than his brother and while his girth was also considerable, he wasn’t nearly as wide. Unlike Matt, Paul’s cock was smooth, no peppering of veins for him and she had to admit, from head to toe, the Jensen boys were two of the prettiest naked males she had seen in a very long time, there should be a law against these two wearing clothes.
“How are we playing this?” Matt asked drawing his brothers’ attention from the very talented mouth currently wrapped around him.
Paul, head lying back on the couch, turned his gaze to his right and met his brothers’ eyes “It’s your show Matt, you call the shots.”