by Hazel Parker
My hand continued downward, cupping my lace covered mound. I squeezed my thighs together, rubbing my swollen clit against the drenched material.
“I need someone to come take my panties off.”
“That’s it,” Ethan said, walking forward. “It’s time for you to go bed.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
I squealed a little before the world turned upside down. Evan stood before me looking down like a stone statue.
Ethan sped through my apartment. There were only two doors—the bathroom and the bedroom—and both were open. Ethan threw me on the bed and I bounced hard before coming to a stop. He bent over my body, one knee planted between my spread thighs, and grabbed the material in a bunch before snatching them down my legs. He bought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“She smells sweet, Ev. I wonder if she tastes like it too.”
Evan stood to the side, caressing the smooth skin of my thigh before he sat down. His hand held on thigh to the side as Ethan’s hand held the other. I was open for both of them to see my glistening pussy. There was no way to close my thighs and just when I was starting to feel too nervous, Evan rubbed the inside of my knee. It was so gentle and calming that I forgot my worries. I relaxed and moaned softly.
I felt the bed move, and before I could open my eyes I felt a cool tongue lapping at my slick pussy. My hips bucked forward begging for more, so needy.
“Evan,” I moaned.
Ethan, now naked, climbed in front of me, lunging at the head of the bed with my pillows under him, his thick shaft pointed straight at my face.
“Suck me,” he growled. I couldn’t see anything, but I couldn’t keep myself from touching him. I reached up to trail my fingers along the curve of his hardened chest. I could feel the soft patches of his hair, his tiny hard nipples, and the narrow lines leading to his dick. Ethan’s fingers tightened in my hair as his stomached flinched under my touch. He let out a low sigh as I swallowed him in inch by inch.
Evan slipped two fingers inside me as I moaned, opening my mouth wider as Ethan slipped deeper into my throat. There was nothing but hard male body in my mouth. I could smell his musk and taste the salt of his skin. Ethan was a bad boy; he lived for control and I wondered what it would take to make him lose it completely.
My teeth skimmed along the hard ridges of his shaft very gently and he jerked in my mouth. “Fuck.”
Evan pumped his thick fingers inside me even harder and I whimpered.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
I could feel myself close to coming. Ethan pumped in and out of me in hard fast strokes, pressing on my g-spot while sucking on my clit. My pussy quivered and spasmed.
Evan leaned forward and whispered, “I want you to come for me.”
I moaned helplessly around Ethan’s dick as I came apart, clamping onto something, anything to fill me. Evan didn’t wait, his fingers were soon replaced with his hard dick. The only thing keeping me from levitating off the bed was my firm grasp on Ethan’s waist. I think I left scratch marks. He must have been into pain because his creamy liquid instantly flooded my throat in spurts. The first wad took me by surprise, but I swallowed the rest eagerly, used to the taste. He held my head tightly, fingers wrapped around my hair, and pumped slowly until his breathing slowed. Gratefully, he let go and pulled away. My jaw ached, in a good way, and Ethan found my eyes as I swallowed.
Evan wasn’t through with me yet. Ethan disappeared somewhere behind me, I don’t know where. I could hear him panting, but that all disappeared as Evan slid into me. Holding tightly to my waist, he slid in slowly, inch by inch. This was nothing like with Ethan. Ethan was hard and fast—starting, crashing, and ending on fire—but Evan was a slow rolling wave. Everything faded away and there was nothing but the man on top of me. His jaw clenched and drops of water fell onto my body. No, not water—sweat. He was sweating and trembling in a concentrated effort not to ram into me. I smiled softly. He was so sweet and caring.
I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him close to kiss him. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I won’t break,” I said.
“I know,” he said through gritted teeth, “but I want you to know that he’s wrong.”
Evan leaned forward, kissing my collarbone down to my breasts and sucked on my nipple. His hands held onto me, kneading flesh, licking, sucking and making me whimper. My heart fluttered in my chest at his words. He remembered. That moment between us when we were floating in the water and I admitted that I thought my husband was right about me—that maybe I was just destined for bad sex. Evan was right: he was wrong. This was the best sex I’d ever had, and Evan cared enough to make sure I knew it.
“Oh, Evan,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer.
With every thrust he whispered into my ear. “You’re amazing. You’re passionate. You’re beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
I held him tightly, wrapping myself around his body and his words. I needed to hear them. I needed him.
Do you hear me, Kay?” he leaned back to make sure I heard and I fisted the sheets ready for my orgasm to come. “Tell me you hear me,” he said, pushed harder into my quivering cunt.
“I hear you.”
“Tell me you believe me,” he said grunting out his words.
“Oh… God. I believe you.”
“Tell me you’re coming.”
I was not a liar, and he knew what he was doing when he softly pinched my clit.
I screamed and arched my back into his hard chest. “I’m coming!”
Evan’s soft groans of satisfaction followed with deep rhythmic thrusts as he came with me.
“Now round two,” he said, smirking and looking so much like Ethan.
“But. Where’d E—”
“Shush, baby. Ethan is grown ass man. Wherever he is,” he said flipping us until he was lying on the bed, “he’s missing out. Now sit on my face.”
Heat rippled through my entire body. “What?” I couldn’t do that. The lights were on, he’d see everything. What would he think?
Sensing my hesitation, Evan pulled my chin until he could kiss me softly. “You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen, Kaylen. There’s no part of you I don’t want to see, don’t want to kiss. I want to taste that sweet pussy, and I want it on my face. Everything that asshole said was a lie and I want you. Don’t do this for me. Do it for yourself. Show me how wrong you know he is.” There was no way I could say no to that. “Okay,” he smiled and kissed me swiftly. “That’s my girl. Now. Face. Sit.”
I was ridiculously nervous, but I imagined Evan’s tongue was as skilled as his hands and dick were. He helped me settle above his head, and looking down, I could see him smiling from between my legs.
“I told you. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. How could anyone let go of you?”
I moaned as he pulled me down onto his mouth. His tongue caressed my sensitive mound softly, lapping in spirals as he guided me by my ass to move over him. Back and forth I rocked against him, and when I started to shake, he held me firmly in place, thrusting his tongue as deep as possible into me. His tongue went deeper and deeper and I felt him slip in two fingers inside me; my hips responded without his guidance. I felt so full as he slipped in another two. His tongue danced in between his digits as everything he did took me on a ride. Any reservations I had went out the window and I lost myself to the sensations of riding his face. Quickly, he stuck his pinky in my ass. The sound of him growling and the dark pleasure I got from his finger in my ass was too much. My back arched and I slammed my hands against the wall as I came with a loud cry.
He held me firmly until I finished and then with a groan I sat up. I moaned aloud when I saw his mouth drenched in my wetness. My eyes could roll to the back of my head just from seeing him lick his fingers clean while watching me deep in lust.
“You taste amazing. Sweet and tangy.”
Watching him was so hot, and now instead of being sated, I wa
s in need of him again. I could only whimper.
“I know, Kay. I know. I’m going to give you what you need.”
He didn’t have to tell me. I spread my legs for him as wide as they could go as he positioned himself between them.
“This is going to be rough, honey.”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, Evan. Fuck me. Please!”
I yelped as he thrust in hard and deep. His control snapped along with mine as he pounded into me relentlessly. My head hit the headboard but I couldn’t feel it. I was lost in the mask on Evan’s face. Gone was the neutral and mysterious face of a man I couldn’t figure out. His face was contorted in ecstasy. I’d made him lose control and the man underneath the mystery was as sexy as I thought.
He was right. It was hard, fast, and rough, but it was every bit of amazing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him even as we both made guttural noises and my sex clung to him, clenching uncontrollably. The room carried nothing but our scent, our moans, and it was a moment of pure beauty. In all my life, I’d never had anything like it before.
“Fuck. Kay. I have to come.”
“Give it to me,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders tight as light flashed behind my eyelids.
“You first,” he growled, a gentleman even in the heat of the moment. “Let me see it.”
His eyes bore into mine as my orgasm took over. He didn’t let up, swiveling his hips and hitting more spots as my orgasm went on and on. He was a madman, pumping into me like a machine, completely focused on fucking me into oblivion. I knew the exact moment he pitched over the edge, his fingers gripping my hips as his head tossed back. He screamed as my sex convulsed on him, milking him for every drop.
Finally, he slumped over me and together we lay in a heap of warm flesh, trying to catch our breath. He kissed my neck softly as I mumbled.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
He chuckled and shook his head as he nuzzled his body against mine.
“I wonder where Ethan went,” he said, stretching and looking around.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. I could barely keep my words from slurring. Maybe they already were.
“He can’t be too far away. He’ll message me,” he said, holding me tightly as we fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
Ethan
Fuck!” I shouldn’t be screaming at the heavens but here I was. So? I had good reason. It’s not too often you see yourself make love to a woman and know that it’s not you. The wind clawed at my face as I drove to the nearest bar. I needed a drink. If I was smart, I would have gone to Oasis—free drinks. But I wasn’t smart. That was the other twin.
The smoke twisted in the air, curling like limp hair around the unseen musical notes from the tired juke box. I had no idea where I was and I didn’t care.
I just watched my brother make love to someone. Granted, I’ve never seen him in bed before, but I know he’s never looked at a woman like that before. Not like that.
Along the wall were every hue of amber liquid imaginable in their inverted bottles, and the staff served well, judging by the cups in front of me. I raised a shaky finger to call the server over. She didn’t move, but I know she saw me.
“How about I call you a taxi?” she asked.
It must be near closing. So? The rules don’t apply to me.
“’ow ‘bout 'nother 'iskey?”
The woman turned her head and sighed heavily. The professional smile she wore all night was long gone, and her eye lids were pink and sagging with fatigue.
“We’re closed,” she said roughly as she wiped down the counter.
“I’m still drinking!”
“Hey!” a guy yelled from a table in the back. “She said we’re closed.”
“Are you her bodyguard?” I slurred, wobbling on the high stool. My leg buckled when I stood, but I didn’t fall.
The guy sighed and grabbed me by the collar of my jacket. I’m not a small guy, but this guy had at least a hundred pounds on me.
“Get out,” he growled, throwing me out the door onto my face.
Nobody kicks me out. I leave when I want.
“Go home. Sleep it off, and don’t come back here again,” he said to my slumped body.
“I go where I want.” I was definitely slurring. Slurring didn’t sound as threatening.
“Not here you don’t. You’re banned. You show up here again and it won’t be pretty,” he said as I got to my feet.
Was that a threat?
I didn’t get a chance to ask him. He slammed the bar door and I heard the distinct click of it locking in place.
“FUCK!”
There was one lone bike standing in the front. I should have considered the beautiful paint job, but I didn’t. I kicked it over in a rage.
“Fucking assholes. Last time I ever come here!” I yelled, walking back to where I think I left my bike.
I don’t really remember the rest. I somehow made it back to my couch, though.
Evan
Why is it always me? Must I always be the nice twin? The do-gooder twin? I always have to save my brother like I’m some goddamn superhero. Do I look like fucking Clark Kent?
I had no idea where my brother had gone, but I imagined it’d be somewhere with booze. So that’s where I went. It was easy to know when to stop driving. His bike was propped on its kickstand in the light of day. The paint job was beautiful and unique. Black on black with crosses and the word bandits on the front. His helmet, when worn, looked like it had a bandana covering the mouth, and the eyewear was blacked out.
I’d slept for a few hours at Kaylen’s, but I couldn’t get too comfortable knowing that my brother had left. I mean, he’s a grown man and he’ll do what he wants, but I still hadn’t heard back from him.
I pulled away from Kaylen slowly. We were intricately wrapped around each other. I didn’t know whether she was a light sleeper, but I didn’t want her to wake up because of me. She deserved to sleep. Inch by inch, I pulled away until I was able to slide to the edge of the bed. She reached forward and when her hands reached my pillow she snatched it to her body and smiled. She was so beautiful; her naked curves and wild hair, without any pretenses or attempts to be beautiful, she just was.
If it wasn’t for my brother, I wouldn’t be going anywhere. I would’ve spent as long as I could holding her. But not getting a call or at least a text was worrying. The thought that something could have happened to him stopped me from lying in the bed a second longer. It’s what had me up at 7 AM knocking on doors, trying to find the idiot with my face.
“Excuse me,” I said, pushing on the door.
“We’re closed,” a gruff voiced yelled.
“I get that, but I have a question.”
The door swung open and I was face to face with a man with shiny, dark hair. If I had to guess, I’d say he was of Latino heritage. “What did I just say? We’re—”
The man eyes narrowed and a flare of recognition flashed in his eyes before he grabbed me by the shirt.
“You!”
“What?” I said trying to yank his hands away as he shoved me inside.
“I got him, boss!” he yelled to the back.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Get your hands off me.”
TA man walked forward, his shoes made rhythmic taps against the hardwood, solid and regular, like a solider. His face was stern yet peaceful as he pulled a chair from the table beside him and turned to sit. The man had the swagger of someone I wouldn’t even want to lock eyes with, let alone cross. His arms were more ink than skin, his blonde hair so closely cropped that from a distance I had mistaken him for being bald.
Beneath his pierced brows his eyes were as direct as I had expected them to be, not even blinking as much as the average person. “So, you’re the idiot who scratched my bike?” His voice gave nothing away. No anger, no maliciousness. If anything, he sounded just a little amused.
“Look, man. I don’t know what you think this is but this is just a misunderstanding.”
“Let me guess, I’ve got the wrong guy?” His chuckle was low and sinister as he watched my face. “So that’s what we’re going to do, is it?” He shook his head. “I’ve heard so much about you bandits; this is such a letdown. You’re a bunch of cowards.”
My fists clenched and I tried to keep myself calm. “I don’t know what you think you know or what the hell you’re talking about, but you better watch yourself.”
Do you know who I am?” he spoke calmly still. His eyes showed no fear and as men came in from the back, standing behind him, I studied his face trying to find anything that might trigger something I might know.
“No.”
“Casper Karin.” He pronounced the syllables in his name slowly and smiled as he continued, “The President of The Skulls. And you… you trashed the wrong bike.”
Well shit.
I knew what this was and how it was going to end. I only had one option. I wasn’t going to keep arguing it wasn’t me, and I damn sure wasn’t going to sell out my brother.
Five men encircled me, some taller and some heavier than me. Casper moved slowly, not at all concerned with the men surrounding me and menacingly cracking their knuckles. He put the chair back under the table and looked over his shoulder as he walked through the back door. “Don’t leave any blood on the floor.”
That was the breaking point of my patience. Even then I could tell you I was going down. There was no way I could win against five men, but I was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. I would make sure they left this hurting as much as I was going to.