by Meg Watson
“Just tell me one thing,” she said. “Are you absolutely sure this is something you don't want to do?”
"Well… No," I said, the truth of the word ringing in my ears.
"Well, good, because I couldn't come get you anyway.”
“What are you — oh my gosh, are you still with the cowboy?”
“Like a bronco buster!”
“Um, okay, wow.”
“Yeah, wow is right,” she agreed breathlessly.
"Does that mean your date was a success?” I asked as I slowly turned off one of the taps with trembling fingers.
I could hear the excitement in her rushed words. “Let me just ask you: do you believe in love at first sight?”
I stood up straight in the bathroom. Do I? I was not sure I believed in love at all anymore. But I couldn't say that.
“Hmm — I totally think that's possible,” I lied.
“Oh my gosh, Brienne, I am so glad to hear you say that. It's like… It's like a goddamn country song is what it's like. He opens doors for me and says ma'am like a proper cowboy and everything!”
I swallowed hard. “Melita, that is so awesome —”
“Oh, girl, I gotta go!”
My eyes burned like I wanted to cry. What was wrong with me?
“Go go go!”
“Okay love you bye!” she said in a loud whisper.
And the call disconnected. I was left standing there with one tap still running in the cold, echoing bathroom. What was I going to do?
You could go in there and admit this was all a big mistake. You got carried away. You’re not the woman they think you are. You’re just Brienne.
But as soon as I crossed the threshold back into the other room I turned on like a light. Owen and Lyle both froze in mid-gesture and swiveled their heads toward me as I swished my satin dress a few steps toward the small, reflective table and dropped my handbag on it. The way they looked at me, it was so easy to slide right back into the role I had been playing all day. I felt a million times better than I had just moments ago, and all that doubt and fear seemed to evaporate.
“Thirsty?" Owen purred as his eyes swept me like a searchlight from top to bottom and shoulder to shoulder.
“I would love some water, thank you."
“You were really magnificent tonight,” Lyle said. “I am certainly glad you were on our team. You would have crushed us if we had been competing against you."
I shrugged just one shoulder, delighting in the way his eyes hungrily tracked that movement. They really didn’t hold back. Then again, they probably had never been turned down in their lives, for anything.
“Well, those questions weren't really that difficult. A couple of obscure ones, but they just happened to be things I knew. Nothing extraordinary about it.”
Owen handed me a fluted goblet filled with cool water. One side of his mouth was drawn up in an amused grin.
“Extraordinary people always say that.”
"Say what?” I said, sipping at the water gratefully. I could feel the cool, slightly sweet tendrils of it snaking through my torso and landing in my stomach.
“Right. The Dunning-Kruger Effect strikes again,” Lyle nodded with a chuckle.
"Oh, like how incompetent people think they're awesome and competent people always think they’ve failed?”
“Exactly. Your modesty is part of how brilliant you are.”
Brilliant. That’s me. Yup.
“Well then, what about you two? You seem pretty confident that you are at the top of everything,” I countered.
Lyle shrugged. “Well I suppose we are extraordinary in the way that ordinary rules of extraordinariness don't apply to us.”
I rolled my eyes theatrically.
“Ah yes, of course. How could I have assumed otherwise?”
“I would wager that you have never experienced anything like us,” Owen said in a close murmur as he slipped behind me, his breath tracing a line across my shoulder and the nape of my neck.
My body shivered deliciously. Owen stood at my back and I kept my eyes on Lyle who had dropped his smirk and was staring at me brazenly, his aquamarine eyes alight.
“You're probably right about that,” I agreed tentatively, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Would you like to?”
I shivered again. Though I knew what he meant, I wanted to hear it out loud. I wanted to hear the words in the room. I wanted proof that he wanted me. That they both wanted me.
Lyle left his seat by the window and crossed the low, textured carpet. His shirt had the top two buttons undone and his bowtie dangled, unknotted. He moved slowly and smoothly with a rolling gait, like a cat. I kept my eyes fixed on his.
“Would you?”
“Would I — what?” I whispered hoarsely.
Lyle smiled vaguely as his eyes traced the outline of my mouth. I watched his lips part and the shiny pink rim of the border of the interior of his mouth.
“Would you like to experience… Us?”
Get ready, bombshell.
“Yes,” I said, my voice ringing out clear and strong in the room.
So fast I barely knew it was happening, Lyle covered the distance between us with a single step, his hands rising to encircle my neck, his thumbs under my jaw, lifting my face toward him. At the same time, Owen came up behind me hard, aligning his body with mine and wrapping his hands around my waist, holding me.
Lyle's lips burnt against mine. He kissed me like he was hungry for me. Holding nothing back, he growled against my tongue, biting me lightly, sucking my tongue into his mouth while his brother bit against the back of my neck and pulled my hips hard against his pelvis.
I heard the zipper of my dress rolling swiftly down and hands were sliding the fabric off me. It fell to the floor with a sultry whoosh along with my strapless bra and then suddenly my arms were up, pinned over my head.
Lyle left me gasping as he broke the kiss and stood back. I opened my eyes in alarm, standing there with my arms raised like a real life version of the painting Birth of Venus. I wanted to reflexively cover myself but couldn’t move.
“Yes,” Lyle growled in a slow, throaty moan. “Get her panties, Owen.”
I flinched slightly, unsure if I was ready to be completely exposed.
“Don't do that," Lyle shook his head urgently. “Let me look at you. You’re gorgeous, Brienne. Let me see."
I set my jaw and took a deep breath, keeping my hands over my head as Owen dropped his to my sides, tracing a line from the outside of my breasts to my waist. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of my panties and dragged them swiftly over my hips and down to the floor. One by one I raised my feet so he could unhook the panties from my ankles and toss them away.
Lyle appraised to be like a predator looking over his prey. His eyes darted hungrily over every inch of me, circling my nipples and crisscrossing over my wide, full belly.
This is you. You can do this.
I refused to move. I posed like the Botticelli and let him see all of me.
Behind me, I heard the sound of Owen snapping his buttons open one by one. His trousers dropped on top of my crumpled dress.
Lyle's eyes half closed and his features thickened. His lips opened slightly as his fingers found the remaining buttons of his tuxedo shirt and undid them one by one while his gaze never left my skin. I crackled and buzzed all over, like an electric current was running over my entire body.
The wait was excruciating. I refused to falter. As Lyle opened his shirt I took that as an invitation to inspect him the same way that he had inspected me. His skin was smooth and undulated with the shape of the thick muscles beneath it. I watched his strong, manly fingers as they manipulated the buttons and then peeled the white cotton from his torso and dropped it on the sofa.
He cocked his head at me as his hands lingered on the closure of his trousers and a hungry grin opened his mouth. Silently he unfastened his pants and took them off, releasing a thick, substantial cock that was already hal
f hard and eager.
I felt fingers trailing up the back of my calves, swiftly replaced by the warm, wet feeling of a tongue plunged into the furrow between my thighs. It circled the crease under my buttocks, laving generously back and forth in a warm, sensual bath. A shudder clenched my belly and rumbled through my torso and up my throat. I opened my mouth to let a low moan unfurl on my tongue.
“That sound,” Lyle said breathlessly, “is one of the sexiest things I have ever heard. When you did that at our building I almost had to have you right there.”
I should have been embarrassed but I couldn't be shy anymore as he walked toward me, his turgid cock bouncing with every step. All I could think was how I wanted him close to me. How I wanted to be drowning in this.
As his lips covered mine I let my arms fall over his head and clasped my hands behind his neck, dragging him closer to me. I arched my back and let my nipples draw a line up his torso, feeling them harden and pucker into points.
I closed my eyes. Hands circled my knees and pushed them open slightly as Owen's tongue plunged farther between my thighs, working upwards to the back of my sex.
Lyle's hands were everywhere. He grabbed handfuls of my shoulders, my waist, my breasts from underneath. With my eyes closed the sensation of two tongues on me and four hands massaging and manipulating unpredictable parts was overwhelming. I felt like I was caught in an undertow of sensations: a suffocating, confusing tsunami of desire and feeling.
On his knees behind me Owen groaned and growled as his tongue speared deeper and deeper into my swollen furrow. I felt his warm exploration of my entrance and then his tongue slid up and back, tracing the line between my buttocks, plunging into that part of me I had never let anyone touch before.
But I couldn't say no. A raging hunger gaped inside of me and I could only satisfy it by having every sensation, all at once. I sucked hungrily at Lyle's mouth, my fingers locked behind his neck, pinning him to my body. I could feel his erection swelling desperately against my thigh. He shifted back and it bounced straight upward. He slammed back against me, trapping his hard cock between us.
The room filled with sounds of licking, sucking, moaning, and groaning so fast that I couldn't tell who made what sound. I felt a warm, exploratory circle of pleasure around my back entrance and commanded myself not to flinch away. I wanted more of that. Forcing my thighs to relax, I pivoted my hips slightly backward as an invitation.
Owen tongued my dark entrance greedily. I felt him enter me tentatively, spearing into me three times in a row. Then I heard the plastic squeak of a bottle being opened and a warm deluge of lubricant trickled generously down between my buttocks.
“You are perfect,” Lyle groaned into my mouth as Owen stood up behind me.
I could feel Owen's hands sliding around to circle my waist while Lyle kept my mouth and breasts twitching with desire from the front. Owen grabbed two ample handholds of my hips and squeezed as his huge cock slid up and down where his tongue had just been.
I couldn't speak. All I could do was open my mouth and let a low, guttural cry of relief escape my lips as I felt Owen’s thick head breaching my entrance. And then I couldn't even do that because Lyle's tongue was filling my mouth.
Owen's arm was tight and firm around my waist as he entered me slowly with a controlled but unstoppable thrust. He pulled out slightly and then pushed back again and again until my muscles surrendered to the sensation of roaring pleasure that rolled through my body like a thunderclap.
In moments, Owen was thrusting deep into my ass with long strokes. I felt his thighs quaking with the strain of being as gentle as he could. His arm lifted me slightly off the ground and I hung there and submitted to the incredible invasion.
Lyle's hand left its hold on my breast and plunged into my newly shaven pussy. I gasped as rockets of desire shot through me. His fingers circled the desperate nub of my swollen clitoris in a fast flickering swirl. Then I felt his cock head sliding back and forth across my nether lips. I pulled him closer to me so he would know that I wanted it.
For a moment he hesitated, guiding himself with his hand to press himself just at my entrance. Owen pumped faster inside of me and I could feel the thin barrier that separated them. The hunger inside me became more ravenous. I rolled my hips forward and down, grasping with my pussy at his hot tip.
“Yes," he moaned and charged for my entrance. He pressed against the hole which was already tight from my body being filled in a way it never had been before. As Owen pulled out slowly Lyle entered me fully. Then he withdrew and both of them thrust into me at the same time.
It seemed to take forever. I felt a fullness I never had. I was choking and gasping at the impossibly overwhelming sensation of it. Two huge cocks in me at the same time, enjoying me loudly. Ravishing me.
Lyle's fingers found my clit again and a pink bomb went off in my body. Instantly I was rocking and heaving with the motion, needing them both to fuck me into oblivion.
And oblivion came. My desire swelled like a fruit, ripening in the hot sun past the point that the skin could hold the fruit together. I felt it expanding and expanding in my mind so clearly I thought I could see it. And just when it couldn't expand anymore it split, burst open and spilled all the seeds and hot red juices inside.
With a simultaneous roar, both men arched their backs and thrust upward, picking me up off the ground, impaled on their twin, convulsing cocks. I was filled to overflowing with their hot cum. It splashed out of me and onto all of our thighs as they arched their backs and groaned with me pinned between them.
For a long time we stayed that way, all three of us breathing together. Our moans bounced off each other in the big room, becoming softer as the seconds ticked by, lapsing into a thick silence.
Panting and covered in a sheen of sweet, musky sweat, Lyle folded his arms behind me so that Owen could disengage first. I heard Owen pad across the room and a tap go on in the bathroom as I fell against Lyle's chest, my eyes still closed, my heart beating so fast in my chest.
As Lyle's manhood slowly loosened in me and slid out, he stroked my hair and kissed the top of my ear tenderly.
I was still in Lyle's arms when I felt a warm, soft cloth being drawn up my thighs. Owen cleaned all traces of our passion from my trembling legs with a diligent and gentle hand.
I felt Lyle lean down and place a hand behind my knees, then he scooped me up smoothly and carried me to the bed, laying me down in the center of it and then curling his body around mind with his head on my shoulder.
In a few moments, Owen crawled to my other side, dragging the blanket and sheet over my shivering body. He kissed my ear and nuzzled my neck as he mimicked his brother’s position and curled around me from the other side.
I felt like I was floating on a warm sea. The hunger had been completely satisfied. A confusing and intense montage of sensations and emotions swirled through me and I let it flow through my body as though I were floating in it.
CHAPTER 11
I woke some time later and sat up with a start. My eyes stung and I squinted against the side table light that was still on. Owen slept soundly, his breath deep and rhythmic through his nose. A light shadow of stubble was already growing across the square jaw.
To my left Lyle slept with his arms thrown up over his head. His brow was furrowed as if in concentration. He looked like a diver caught in mid-dive. Every muscle along his rib cage was knit neatly into every other muscle, like an anatomy diagram.
The air was heavy with musk and salt. I pulled the sheet up to cover myself and cringed, remembering how utterly naked I had been. More naked than ever. Not just nudity; it was as though the extreme physical experience had opened a door in my emotions and there was a bloody, hot flood still pouring through that door.
I needed to get away.
Sliding carefully down the bed I untangled myself from the sheets and crawled backward as slowly as I could manage. When my feet hit the floor, I dropped to all fours and scanned the carpet for my dress and
shoes which were still by the sofa.
My panties were nowhere to be seen. Happily, my bra was only a few feet from where my dress lay in a crumpled heap. I hoped that Melita had a dry cleaner she trusted.
I got my bra back on and wriggled the dress up over my hips. Reaching back, I had the zipper about halfway up before my flexibility and finger strength gave out. Then I felt someone else's fingers taking over and I let my arms drop to my sides.
“Let me do that for you,” Lyle said with a sleepy sigh.
His hands dragged the zipper up slowly and it was such an intimate gesture that I almost wanted to fall into his arms again immediately.
What is wrong with you? It's only a zipper.
His lips traced the curve of my shoulder.
“You know, you don't have to leave. In fact, I would really rather you didn't."
I took a deep breath.
“Oh I think we've all had our fun,” I said with a light lilt in my voice, surprised at how well I kept the bitterness out.
He nodded against my shoulder, nuzzling me with his cheek. His hands slipped around the front of my dress and he pulled me close to him. I could feel his heavy cock pushing between my thighs again and another wave of memories flooded through the door, along with a sadness I couldn't explain.
I turned toward him and placed my hands against his chest, cupping my palms across the swells of his muscular pecs. It felt strange to be clothed while he stood there completely naked. Once again I was amazed at how comfortable he was with no clothes on as though he feared no judgment or criticism at all.
“I had such a wonderful time tonight,” I said, my voice suddenly going hoarse.
He grinned openly. “I told you you would.”
His smile was infectious and I let a grin pinch my cheeks. “Yes you did tell me that.”
I could have stood there all night and stroked his chest and shoulders and simply feasted my eyes on his long, strong form. But I didn't think my heart could take it. I wanted very much to go home.
“Thank you for everything,” I whispered as I slid my feet back into my heels and picked my handbag up off of the table.
