Thomas, Suzanne - Twin Pleasures (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Twin Pleasures (lit)

  She felt fingers spread through her hair and turned to watch Donavan calmly stroke his cock. She felt intoxicated by the depth of sensuality that both brothers layered on her. Donavan played with her hair and traveled down to torment her nipples, and all the while Chase showed no signs of ceasing.

  The deep burning penetration of two fingers into her anus, accompanied by the gentle bite on her exposed clit, wrenched her up to hold him as she frantically fucked his mouth with her pussy, snapping her control completely. She was a trembling mass of need, and the gratification she sought precluded any finesse. Her fingers grasped his hair as her hips pumped up and down on the invasive digits and the turbulent mouth.

  Her whole body stiffened when the end was reached, flooding her with a maelstrom of sensations that her overworked libido couldn’t handle. The last thing she saw before oblivion was the grinning visage of the demon between her legs.

  * * * *

  “That was fucking amazing!” Chase gently laid his dessert down on the couch, continuing to take a taste from the seeping slit that he had claimed. Her responsiveness to his caresses sent him to the moon. Her sweet nectar was addicting as he went down for another taste.

  “We have never had a woman do that before,” Donavan said. “She is so beautiful in her reactions to everything we do to her.”

  “At first I thought I had hurt her by that scream she let out, until I felt her grind this delectable pussy into my face.” His words were reverent as he matched them with the worshipping strokes of his fingers along her soaked folds. The little strip of hair pointed to a treasure that he wanted to gorge on forever.

  “Let’s take her upstairs. I want to have my dessert, too,” Donavan said, reaching for the discarded and ruined clothes spread everywhere.

  Chase lifted her unconscious body into his arms and went to another door that when opened revealed a staircase. He quickly climbed to the next level and waited for Donavan to open the door to check if the hallway was empty. He got the all clear and walked with his naked bundle down the hall into the master suite, gently carrying her to the bed. He went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth to wipe away the excess of her releases. He stepped back to appreciate the view. Her lush figure had all the right curves to it that his hand ached to fondle. The slightly spread legs was an invitation that he found difficult to ignore.

  “Don’t even think about it. You had your turn,” Donavan said, reading his brother’s mind.

  Chase turned to his brother with a laugh and went back into the bathroom to wash his hands. His cock was throbbing for release, but until their woman woke, it would have to cool off and wait its turn.

  When he went back into the room, he sighed as Donavan settled himself between her legs to begin his own tasting. He went to the head of the bed and climbed on to lie across the headboard watching his brother revive her by igniting her passion again. He loved how her breasts swayed with the movement of his brother’s mouth. He saw her eyes flutter open and caught them with his own. Her teeth bit her bottom lip as consciousness grew. Her glance down to his brother was swift, and he saw the minute she comprehended the continuation of downstairs.

  He caught her moans in his mouth as he dueled with her tongue. He felt every scream she uttered deep down to his cock, causing him to roughen the kiss. He plucked at the rigid nipples and plumped up each breast. When she started to flail her arms in response to his brother’s demanding mouth, he captured them and brought them to the headboard. He wrapped the silk ties he had put there earlier for this purpose around both wrists, securing them tightly, before returning to his own tasting.

  Her thrashing increased his desire as her body undulated against both his and his brother’s seducing mouths. All control was taken out of her hands, and her body surrendered to their dual possession as if it was destiny.

  His brother must have reached his limit as he sat up, draped her legs over his shoulders.

  “Wait, Don, our kitten bought something for us to wear. Hold on. I’ll get them.” Chase hopped off the bed and came back quickly with the condoms.

  Donavan groaned, taking the foil packet from him and placing the rubber quickly on. He plunged his cock deep into her pussy. Her cries captured, along with her little mewling sounds, by his attack on her mouth.

  “Her pussy is milking my cock. Fuck, that feels great. I think our kitten needs some special lovin’, brother. Get the lube,” Donavan said in between grunts as his hips slapped against her thighs.

  Chase got back out of bed again and retrieved a bottle of KY from the side table. He turned in time to see Donavan roll with him still deeply embedded in her pussy. Her ties loosened but were still secured to the headboard, though now she was on top looking down. His brother slowed his thrusting to a smoother glide that he could tell Liana didn’t appreciate if her sobbing was any indication. He positioned his cock at her back entrance and using a well-lubed finger to work, widened the tight opening..

  He could feel her freeze before she sank into his brother, relaxing her rear muscles as if she had been doing this her whole life. Chase smiled as a third finger fucked deep and scissored out to prepare for his cock. He went in slowly, until his balls rested against her pussy. He could feel her inner folds ripple and caress his cock through the condom without even moving. His brother’s groan made him start to begin the plunge and retreat, thrusting in and out in an ever-increasing rhythm.

  * * * *

  She felt him plaster himself against her back, rubbing his springy chest hairs along her back, tickling and stimulating every part of the surface. She tensed when he nibbled her neck, pushing her over the top as her ultrasensitive nerves traveled straight to her pussy, feathering out to encompass all parts of her body. She couldn’t stop her internal muscles from seizing the iron-hard cocks in a viselike grip that had her moaning in painful agony. The ribbed exterior was almost too much on her sensitive folds. Her body had a mind of its own as it tried to consume the twitching cocks, making them go deeper than ever.

  She couldn’t believe the total acceptance her body and mind gave to these two men. The surrender of all control she entrusted to them, without thought or fear. Her body recognized them as masters and gave them the security of her safety.

  Her head pillowed upon Donavan’s chest as the boys sandwiched her in their passion. She consciously tried to relax her tensed muscles as her pussy and anus caressed the dual cocks in a wavelike motion that had her softly groaning and the two boys chorusing with her. Her hands felt leaden as she gripped the silken scarves, trying to find a base in which to hold on to, as the turbulent emotions flittered throughout her body.

  The slow undulation of her hips set the boys off. Her screams filled the room when the friction stimulated the thin membrane separating the warring cocks. In and out they moved, retreating and attacking, conquering and surrendering, in a steady assault on her body. They ignored her pleas and demands, ignored her attempts to move faster and frenetically. They ignored her. Her own control had ceased to exist, a thing of the past. All that mattered at that moment was the pleasure radiating out of her pussy, sending wave upon wave of sanity, destroying ecstasy, straight to her womb.

  The too-full feeling expanded as their cocks swelled, signaling their impending release. The burning pleasure exuding from her ass caught fire with each twitch of the cock buried deep. The matching explosion of heat centered deep in her pussy from the still-moving second cock sent her senses reeling. Her system couldn’t keep up with all the torrential pleasure, and for the second time that night, she fainted from the overload.

  Her next conscious thought was that she had died and this was paradise. The twins were still buried deep, and the pleasure kept sparking in small intervals. She opened her eyes slowly when she felt her hands being untied and couldn’t stop the moan from passing her lips when pain prickled her numbed arms and hands. Chase massaged her shoulders and arms in a firm caress to kindle her blood circulation. With his every movement, she could feel his semi-hard
cock stroke her ass deep, and the dual stimulations of the cock and the massage had her melting her entire body over Donavan.

  She wanted to stay in this position forever. Having her body enveloped in a hard body glove with their combined warmth seeping into every pore. Chase was nuzzling her neck and Donavan stroking her sides. She neither felt crushed nor suffocated at their continued embrace. She felt safe. Never before had a sense of peace so overwhelmed her. She was where she belonged, and if the boys wanted to keep her, she would stay.

  It was sort of wrenching when Chase disengaged his cock from her. The loss left an empty void. She was gently rolled until Donavan was settled, still fully embedded in her pussy, on top of her. Her sigh of remorse turned to a gasp of surprise as he began slowly to glide in and out with a steadily increasing rhythm that had her body quickening again. The surprised look on her face must have been comical because she could feel his chuckles vibrate against her belly. He swooped down and caught her next moan in a kiss that had her toes curling. After everything that they had just done, it was amazing to her that he, let alone she, had enough energy and stamina to be brought so fast to another staggering peak.

  She let the ecstasy come, welcomed it, as he aggressively started to pound into her, filling the room again with heavy sounds of flesh slapping flesh. Music to any lover’s ears in the steady knowledge that the man you are with is showing you his passion, his lust, and his dominance.

  She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as the rapture went over the top, to spill down, washing over her once again. She became a wild thing in his arms as already-sensitive tissues flared back to life, creating an entity of their own. A demanding mouth that sucked all the air out of her lungs only to replace it by his, muffled her screams. The erotic act had her clutching him frantically as he delivered the very air she breathed. He had her life in his hands. She gave one massive convulsion as her orgasm swept her up and splintered her into shards of rapture.

  Never had a lover displayed such rapture for her, and she had never reciprocated anything near what this was.

  “Are you okay, Kitten?” Donavan whispered into her mouth.

  “Oh, my, that was amazing. I don’t think I can move." She whimpered when he started to pull out of her. "Oh, please don’t, Donavan. I feel if you move I will fall apart again.” He stopped at her words and settled back down, tucked into her pussy. She traveled her legs up and down his back, glorying in the strength and size of him.

  She could see Chase smiling, lying naked right beside them. His growing cock gave testament that he enjoyed what he saw. She knew by the look in his eyes that she was far from done this night. She just hoped her energy could last for what was in store.

  Chapter 8

  The rich morning smells filtered into the bedroom through the open window along with the descant of various birds vying to attract a mate. Liana stretched all her muscles, groaning as the overused areas protested. Her ass ached in a good way, testifying to the vigorous activities of the previous night. She came to her knees and arched her back with her ass in the air, popping the joints along her vertebrae to relieve the built-up pressure.

  “Now that is a fucking beautiful sight,” Chase said from the bathroom doorway.

  She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled. He was naked, leaning against the doorframe, and she couldn’t help thinking the same thing. What a beautiful sight. Every scrumptious inch of him she wanted to devour until she had consumed every part, including the full-on erection that came to attention for her. She was definitely turning into a nymphomaniac.

  She turned to lean back on her elbows, pushing her breasts out, and smiled invitingly to him. When he just smiled and shook his head, she pouted. She actually pouted, she thought to herself. I am turning into a wanton.

  “I am going for a run, Kitten. Would you like to join me?” Chase’s laughing expression had her giggling at her own disappointment. She felt so free just lounging around naked in front of the boys and trying to entice them to make love to her.

  She hopped off the mattress and set her breasts jiggling as she went about getting dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. She smiled as she remembered that just a few days ago she wore this very same outfit when she first was seduced by them. She loved this outfit.

  She turned to find herself pulled into his arm, and when she looked into his eyes, she could see he remembered that day also. Her heartfelt moan escalated as he brought her in closer to his naked body. He must have stood there the whole time watching her dress. She used hands to worship everywhere she could reach. His firm butt felt heavenly cupped in her palms as she squeezed it rhythmically.

  “I’m ready for that run, Chase,” she said with a lick of her lips.

  When they finally reached the road to start the run, the sun had just risen for the day. She kept giving him little side smiles that he ignored. They were late due to his inability to leave her alone, and the heavy bout of sex that he had to have had been his idea of warming up. She couldn’t contain the chuckle that came to the surface when she bent over to stretch her legs. She came up fast when a hand descended on her butt in a hard smack.

  “Behave yourself,” Chase said in a mock growl.

  The steady pace of the run relaxed her as it usually did. She felt all her muscles loosen and warm with each step she took. She could tell he held back for her and loved the comradery of the moment. She never did her runs with anyone, so this was a treat. She only wished Donavan could have come.

  The impact of the truck hurt beyond anything she'd ever experienced, including being kicked by a horse. The only things that saved her life were the ditch that paralleled the road and Chase. The ditch’s safe sanctuary was there instead of the heavy treads of the tires that would have rolled over her if she hadn’t landed in the ditch on top of Chase.

  She knew all this, but couldn’t properly speak it as every breath in her body refused to find its way back inside her lungs. She didn’t want to look at her leg because she felt for sure that she would faint again. Fainting in passion was one thing, but fainting at the sight of the blood she could feel trickling down her leg was just too girly. She never could understand how she could help her veterinarian sew up blood-seeping gashes and then the minute she saw her own blood she got woozy. Strange girl, she thought

  Time seemed to stop as Chase lifted her gently into his arms. She felt like she was floating and tried to focus on what was happening.

  “Kitten, try not to move too much. Donavan’s on his way, and we will get you to the hospital as soon as possible.” She could hear the cracking in his voice as he tried to reassure her.

  She wanted to tell him she was fine, but the words froze on her tongue at the sight of his bloody face. Her small cry was the last she remembered uttering before unconsciousness.

  She fluctuated between wakefulness and total oblivion. The ambulance sirens pulsated in her head, causing her considerable pain with no way to make them stop. Her leg throbbed brutally and fought with the pain in her skull.

  She kept having nightmares of blood pouring out of her lover, and she could do nothing to stop it from gushing. Her attempts were always hindered by hands on her wrists holding her down. She struggled, thrashed, and cried out in despair at her inability.

  * * * *

  “Oh, God, do something,” Chase cried as he tried to hold onto her flailing arms. You could hear the despair in his voice.

  The ride from the ranch to the hospital rated at the top of his most hellish scenes in his life. He wouldn’t let the nurse take him away to treat his own superficial wound. That was unimportant. His entire focus was on Liana. Losing her was unacceptable.

  He vaguely heard his brother and the doctor talking but couldn’t tell what they were discussing. He kept going over the accident and for the life of him couldn’t remember anything but being shoved and landing on his back with Liana on top of him. He couldn’t even remember how he'd received the cut on his face.

  The sounds of the hospital flowed thr
ough him as he continued to hold her wrists. He registered that they had stopped thrashing and couldn’t hold back the cry of despair.

  “She’s all right, Chase. The doctor gave her morphine. Chase. Chase, listen to me. Liana is okay. She’s just asleep,” Donavan repeated over and over.

  Chase let the words sink into his soul, and relief flooded his heart. He looked up into his brother’s eyes and read the truth of the statement. He let him disengage his hands from hers and pull him gently away. When Donavan tried to take him out of the room, he wrenched himself out of his arms and just stood looking at Liana. He wouldn’t leave her side. He saw out of the corner of his eye Donavan’s nod of agreement and sighed in relief. He didn’t think he had it in him to fight his brother.

  He let the nurse urge him to sit and stayed still as he had his face cleaned and sutured by the doctor. The process was over quickly. He stood on shaky legs and made his way over to the hospital bed, staring down at the woman who had come to mean more to him than breathing. He kept seeing the accident flash before him. He didn’t want to take his eyes off her, afraid she would disappear. He had come to love this woman beyond all thought. His heart actually ached with his feelings. The steady rise and fall of her chest transfixed his gaze, relieving his mind.

  “Her leg is badly bruised, and the cut is going to have a lot of sutures. She has a slight concussion, but everything else seems to be okay. They are just waiting on the blood work. They said she can go home in a couple of days. Chase. Chase, did you hear me?” Donavan asked softly.

  “Yeah, I heard.”

  “Chase, the sheriff will be here in a few minutes. He has a partial license plate and a description of the truck that hit you two. The witness didn’t get a clear look at the driver because it happened so fast. Do you remember anything at all? What color the truck was? Anything?” Donavan started to pace as he fired the questions.