“What did you say?”
“I told her I was worried about you and thought you should get out of the house.”
“And she fell for that?”
He laughed. “She agreed.”
“You used to be scared of her,” I pointed out.
“It was hard to go in there,” he admitted. “I remember when we were here before—your grandmother scared the hell out of Eric and me.”
I smiled at the thought of it. Grandma had been stern with the boys on purpose. She knew she was my only refuge from them, that she was the only one who was ever able to protect me from their cruelty.
“Was she nice to you this time?”
“Um,” he said, “for the most part.”
“What did she say?” I asked.
“I believe she told me not to act like a spoiled little prick,” he said. I laughed, covering my mouth. He was grinning as he drove. “Gotta wonder what you’ve told her about us.”
“I didn’t have to tell her anything,” I said. “Everybody knew how awful you were.”
He nodded. “Do you think that massage might make it up to you?”
“It might,” I said. We turned off onto a gravel road then that led between two rows of tall trees that shaded the entire path. We drove along it for a few minutes, circling the outer edge of a large lake until we got to the opposite side. We pulled down a road and up to a cabin, then parked and got out of the car. Julian carried our bags inside. It was a beautiful house—light and airy, all pale walls and silk curtains that were open to allow the view of the sparkling crystal lake outside.
“This is your bedroom,” he said, leading me down the hallway and into a large room that looked soft and clean.
“My bedroom?” I asked him.
“Were you expecting to share?” he asked, grinning. I met his eye, chewing my lip. Things between us were tense and raw like an open wound, unfinished. Every time I looked at him, it was as if he were still fucking me, like I was still on the very edge. I could tell he had the same thing running through his mind as well, just by the way his eyes burned into mine.
“No,” I said in a soft voice. “This is fine.”
“I’m right next door,” he said.
“Oh.” It was all I could say. How easy it would be to go over there again after we went to bed tonight, climb on top of him and ride him until I finished this time. I looked away from him, blushing furiously as I thought about it. “I’d like to take a shower.”
He gestured to a door at the edge of the room. “Your bathroom. Take your time. Dinner will be ready when you’re out.”
I nodded, meeting his eye as he stepped closer to me. I thought he would linger, and my body shook even as he moved past me and out of the room. I sat down on the edge of the bed for a moment just to catch my breath, then grabbed my things out of my bag and went into the bathroom. It was large and luxurious, with a tub big enough for two and three surrounding showerheads that sprayed from every angle. The water touched my sensitive skin like a caress, and I had to turn my back to it to keep it from touching the most sensitive parts of me. I felt like I was overheated and turned the water down to cool my skin before I got out, searching for a towel. When I didn’t find one, I sighed and called for Julian.
“What is it?” he asked from the other side of the door.
“I need a towel,” I said. I heard him chuckle. A moment later, the door opened and he strolled across the large bathroom so abruptly I didn’t have time to cover myself. I just stood there naked and watched him as he came to me, half in a dream, half imagining he would pull me against him and carry me into the bedroom. Instead, he handed me the towel with a grin on his face.
“Thanks,” I said in a small voice, wrapping it around me. The towel was warm around my body but I was still shaking as he left the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I dried off and went into my room to get dressed, then went out into the dining room, where Julian was sitting at the table. He looked me over when I appeared.
“I ordered pizza,” he said.
“Fancy.”
He laughed, staring at me as I crossed the room to him.
“Come sit on my lap, Ella.”
I gazed at him and sat across the table instead, keeping a safe distance between us.
“I can’t do what we did again,” I said. “It was really wrong—I don’t know why I did it in the first place.”
“You did it because you want me,” he said softly, holding my eye. “And you kept doing it because it felt good.”
“It did,” I agreed.
“And you want to do it again,” he said. I looked away from him. I didn’t want to show on my face how true his words were.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. His eyes flashed.
“It does matter. You should take what you want, Ella.”
I thought about what I had told Eric about wanting them both at once. It had just slipped out of my mouth before I could think about it but I knew it was true—the whole time I was with Julian, I kept wishing Eric were there watching us, reaching in and touching me just when I needed him to. I shook my head instead of responding to his words. It was then that the doorbell rang, and Julian disappeared and then reappeared with a pizza. We sat down at the table across from each other and ate. I tried to keep my eyes to myself, tried not to let them linger on his. Every time I met his gaze I felt a heat rush through me.
“Why did you bring me out here? To get me to have sex with you?”
He frowned. “No. I brought you out here because you needed to get away from Lola.”
“You can’t keep me safe from her forever,” I pointed out. His lips pressed into a thin line.
“We’ll see.”
“So you weren’t planning to have sex with me?”
“You seem pretty hung up on this whole idea of me fucking you,” he said, grinning, “for someone who doesn’t want it.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I made my way to the couch and sat down. He sat down next to me, though he was a few feet away.
“What do you want to do tonight?” he asked.
“You don’t have a plan?”
“No,” he said. “It’s up to you. We can play a game, if you’d like.”
“What kind of game?”
He thought for a moment. “Truth or dare.”
I snorted.
“What?” he asked. “We’re in a cabin. It’s dark outside. If you prefer, I could tell you ghost stories?”
“So tell me a ghost story then,” I said. He laughed, rubbed his hand over his mouth.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t take me up on that.”
“So basically truth or dare is my only option?”
“I guess so,” he said. His eyes were playful, lively. I knew I was going down a steep slope and yet I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“You don’t have to do anything you’re too scared to do,” he said. I could tell he was teasing me, trying to get me to rise to the challenge.
“Okay,” I said tentatively.
“Truth or dare?” he asked me.
“Truth.”
He grinned. “How are you feeling right now, Ella?”
“I’m fine,” I said shortly, not wanting to give him the true answer—that I was beyond affected by how close he was to me, how casual his body was. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he said.
I had to think for a moment, looking around the room to find anything that would distract me from what I really wanted to ask him. He put his finger underneath my chin and turned my face to his, looking me in the eye.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want you to kiss me,” I told him honestly. “Without touching me. I dare you.”
He smiled, dropped his hands into his lap and folded them together as he leaned his face toward mine, taking my lips in a soft, brief kiss that almost made me pout in frustration. He saw the look on my face and kissed me again, then again, his lips lingering on mine before he pul
led away.
“Truth or dare?” he asked, his mouth only inches from mine.
“Dare,” I replied.
“I dare you to take that dress off.”
I stared at him, then stood up slowly and pulled the straps down and off my shoulders. The dress was loose and fell to the floor, leaving me only in my panties. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and for some reason I cupped my breasts in my hands, hiding them as I sat down. He raised his eyebrows at me but said nothing.
“Truth or dare,” I asked him, looking into his eyes. I felt shy but at the same time I felt something that was growing increasingly familiar to me, a feeling of beauty and sexiness that made me feel nearly uninhibited.
“Truth,” he responded, his voice sounding dry.
“What did you think the first time you saw me again?”
“I thought you were beautiful,” he said. “I regretted every moment that I had been away from you.”
My breath caught in my chest. I had been expecting something less than that, something perhaps about my body.
“Kiss me again,” I said to him. “No hands.”
He did as I asked, though he hadn’t requested a dare. His mouth on mine was hungrier this time and I could tell that he was growing frustrated.
“Drop your hands,” he said. “I want to see you.”
I shook my head but he took my hands in his, pulling them away to reveal my breasts to him. I allowed him to look at them, to cup them in his hands. He pressed me backward so that he could lower his head to take one of my nipples between his lips, sucking on it tenderly.
“I was so fucking jealous when Eric said he got to do this,” he said in a gruff voice, increasing the pressure of his lips around the hard, sensitive bud. I imagined them talking about what they’d done to me and blushed red, though the thought of it made me gush wet in my panties for reasons I didn’t understand. Julian switched to the other breast and sucked on that nipple as he had the first one, teasing it with his tongue in a way that shot sensations of pleasure throughout my body.
“Whose turn is it?” I asked him breathlessly as he began to plant kisses down my body. He hooked his fingers under my panties and I let him pull them down, completely lost to lust. I had to have him, and I didn’t know if I would be able to hold myself back from coming this time.
“My turn,” he said, pressing a kiss to the lips of my pussy. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
“I don’t—I don’t think you should. It’s too intimate,” I said, though the feeling of his lips brushing against my folds was enough to drive me crazy. He pressed the flat of his tongue against my lower lips then and teased me with the tip, parting them so that he just barely licked my clit. I took a deep breath, about to tell him to continue, but he nodded and pulled his mouth away, kissing the inside of my thigh. I was soaked and I knew that he could tell. He licked his lips, then lowered his face to kiss me. I tasted myself on his tongue, a taste that was unfamiliar but sweet to me at the same time.
“Truth or dare,” I asked him, his lips against mine.
“Dare,” he nearly growled.
“I dare you to fuck me.”
He grinned against my mouth, shedding himself of his clothes within seconds and climbing on top of me on the couch. I felt his cock hard against my thigh and wrapped my hand around it, guiding it inside my needy pussy. He began to grind in and out the moment he filled me with his length, wrapping one of my legs over his hips.
“Please let me make you come this time,” he said. “I don’t think—I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.”
I nodded as he kissed my neck, speeding his hips up. He seemed to be fucking me desperately, and I knew just how he felt. Every moment since the last time we’d touched had been foreplay leading up to this. I rode my hips against him from below, taking him deep within me as I moaned.
It was then that the front door opened and I sat up, looking to see Eric standing in the doorway. Julian was still fucking me, his face buried in my neck. He hadn’t even glanced up when the door had opened. My lips were parted in a moan when I met Eric’s eye. There was a smile on his face as he watched us, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. I pulled away from Julian, who started to plant kisses on my breasts and belly.
“It’s okay to want this,” he said, stroking my thighs with his hands. “It’s okay to want him here.”
I stared at Eric as he approached us, sitting down in the chair across from the couch. I turned my face to kiss Julian, feeling flushed and hot and suddenly shy. Julian helped by moving his body over mine so that he slid his cock inside of me again and began to rock in and out. I gazed into Eric’s eyes as Julian fucked me.
“How’s her pussy feel?” Eric asked. I blushed again, whimpering as Julian’s body moved more forcefully. “I cannot even begin to describe it to you,” Julian breathed. “It is fucking heaven.”
“I bet,” Eric said, his hand over his mouth as he stared at us, watching my breasts bounce as Julian rocked my body back and forth.
“I dare you to let him kiss you,” Julian said, nuzzling my neck. “Just a kiss, angel.”
I nodded, looking over at Eric and biting my lip. He crossed the room to us and knelt down beside the couch, taking my mouth in a kiss that was fierce but tentative, as if he didn’t want to move too quickly. His tenderness turned me on just as much as the roughness of Julian’s hips. Julian was watching Eric and me kiss, his hips growing more out of control. He pulled out of me after a moment, taking a deep breath. He turned my face to his and kissed me.
“Are you going to let Eric fuck you, Ella?” he asked. “You gonna let my brother do that?”
“Yes,” I said, because I wanted nothing more. I watched as Eric took his clothes off then. Julian climbed off of me and helped me up.
“We’re going to the bed,” he explained, and both Eric and I followed him into my bedroom, where he pulled me to the bed. Eric pulled me onto his lap so that my chest was pressed to his and I was straddling his hips, his long cock pressed against my pussy, which wanted nothing more than to rub against him.
“Look at me, Ella,” he said, and I met his eye as he lowered my hips so that he was pressing his cock inside of me, sliding deep into my pussy. “I want you to go slow for me.”
It was hard, but I obediently started to rock my hips slowly on top of him, riding his cock as I had his brother’s the night before. Julian was lying in bed next to us, propped up on his elbow and watching as Eric raised his hips against mine in a languid, easy manner, one that was different from his brother’s roughness. Eric was taking his time, enjoying every bit of my pussy, and it was just as sexy as when Julian lost control and had to fuck me rough. I bounced my hips on his, finding a perfect spot inside of me, one that made me moan uncontrollably. I felt Julian’s hands on my shoulders as he pulled me backward so that I was lying down, then lowered his mouth to suck on my nipples as Eric fucked me from below.
“Is this what you wanted?” Eric asked. I nodded, whimpering as he hit the back of my pussy with one of his upward strokes. I wanted more, wanted to be touching them at the same time. I reached down to stroke Julian’s cock with my fingertips as I rode Eric, no longer feeling embarrassed or shy. I felt nothing but desire as Julian moved closer so that I could wrap my hand around his cock while he sucked on my nipples.
I climbed off of Eric then, looking at him shyly as I crawled into the position I wanted him in. I had never felt this wanton or wild, never thought that this was something that I wanted, but having them both felt right and perfect. I was on all fours on the bed, facing Julian as Eric positioned himself behind me. He began to stroke my clit with his fingers, and as he did so I lowered my face to nuzzle the length of Julian’s cock. I took the head of it into my mouth as Eric started to rock in and out of me from behind, fucking me deep and hard.
“Her pussy is so fucking perfect,” Eric said, agreeing with Julian’s earlier sentiment. “So
tight.”
I moaned at his words, throwing my hips back against Eric as I lowered my face to take more of Julian’s cock into my mouth. I sucked on him playfully, licking and teasing him as I got fucked. Eric reached around me to rub my clit with his fingertips and I moaned, vibrating Julian’s cock with my mouth as I came and bucked backward. I didn’t feel ashamed of it, didn’t feel dirty or wrong. Eric continued to fuck me but had slowed down and was pumping in and out of me in shallow strokes. I could feel him breathing raggedly, could feel, too, Julian’s cock throbbing in my mouth. I started to suck him harder until he told me he was going to come, his hips lifting against my mouth as he released on the back of my tongue.
I swallowed as Eric began to speed up behind me, then pulled his cock out and spilled on my back. I collapsed forward, my face in Julian’s lap as Eric disappeared and then came back with a wet, warm washcloth to clean my back with. I lay on my back with one of them on either side of me, both looking down at my face and my body with adoring eyes. Julian’s fingers traced my breasts and Eric kissed my forehead softly.
“How are you feeling?” Julian asked.
“I’m—I’m good,” I said, smiling. My body was satisfied, though it seemed like there was always room for more.
“You really are an angel,” he said, lowering his face to kiss me. Eric nodded his head in agreement.
“Ella,” Eric said, looking down into my face. “You have to know how sorry we are about before, when we were kids.”
I stared at him, knowing what he was saying was true. It still hurt to think of the way they had treated me but since they’d come back they had been kind and generous, gentle and sweet with me even when I was being difficult.
“I know,” I said. “And I forgive you.”
“Do you?” asked Julian. I nodded and he smiled, nuzzling my neck. We lay there together until their body heat started to affect me again, started to make me feel like I needed more than just touching. They both fucked me all over again until the three of us fell asleep in bed, each of them cuddling me from either side.
The next morning I woke up feeling dazed, at first confused by the fact that I was in bed with two naked men, each of whom had an arm slung around my waist. It took me a moment to realize who they were, what we had done. A feeling of panic rose in my chest when I thought about what I’d done, and I scrambled out of bed as quickly as I could. I felt ashamed, completely confused by the way I had acted. I didn’t even have the excuse of alcohol this time.
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