by Alisha Rai
Just when she thought she would go mad, Jace stood and walked around behind her, giving her an unimpeded view of the large dresser mirror. Despite her need, she had the presence of mind to be shocked by her appearance on all fours, her breasts hanging full and heavy below her. Her face was flushed red and looked different, the lips fuller, the eyes wider. She met Jace’s gaze in the mirror.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
She felt beautiful.
“Raise up your ass, Devi,” Marcus ordered, and without thought, she complied, her ass arching up to his hands. In the mirror, she watched his face as he left the vibrator inside of her and stroked a reverent hand over the curve of her bottom. His face was intense, his expression worshipful. He looked up to find her watching him, and his face hardened. He slid his thumbs under the straps of her thong and worked it down. Though the thin strip of material hadn’t provided any real protection, she shivered at even that lack of covering.
Jace removed a tube from the dresser and squirted a generous amount of the lube into his palm. He handed the tube to Marcus, who squirted some onto two of his fingers and surprised her by sliding them inside of her.
Devi inhaled sharply, the coolness of the gel a marked contrast to the heat of her flesh. Marcus stretched his fingers inside of her for a too-brief moment before he withdrew. In the mirror, Jace laid both of his slick hands on the curve of her bottom, and she tensed. Jace squeezed the muscles of her ass and shifted position. In his new stance, he blocked her sight of Marcus’s hand, deliberate, she was sure. “Relax. I told you we wouldn’t be fucking your ass tonight. Trust us.”
Jace rubbed her bottom and then moved up her back, finding the tense knots she didn’t even know she possessed and manipulating them. “Close your eyes.”
She did not comply, and he reached underneath her to give her nipples a quick, sharp tweak. She gasped, as the flesh was already super sensitive. “Close your eyes before I blindfold you.”
His tone was mild, but Devi had no doubt he would carry through on the threat. She slid her eyes closed, and all of a sudden she could only feel. The cool air washed over the crack of her ass as one of them separated the cheeks, and the other turned the vibrator in her pussy on. The shock made her jump and then moan in rising lust. A hand on her back forced her upper body lower to the mattress, and the cotton rubbed against her sensitive nipples.
One of the men began to thrust the vibrator deeper into her body. Just when she thought she would scream with frustration, the slick, round head of the plug entered just an inch or so inside of her anus. The foreign sensation had her eyes popping open in shock as her pussy spasmed on the slick plastic of the vibrator. Oh, that was good. It hurt, yes, a little bit, but rather like the spanking did, in a good way, and it drove her pleasure even higher. She rocked back against Marcus and he chuckled.
“You like that?”
“Yes, oh yes. Please, more.”
Obliging, for once, he slid the plug in a little at a time, until the flared base lodged against the opening. Weak from the shudders of confused pleasure coursing through her, she took the sensations as the vibrator was lazily thrust in and out. Her pussy walls clenched around it and she worked her way to a huge orgasm.
Until, of course, the dildo was pulled free from her protesting cunt. “Please, I’m dying here.”
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass,” Marcus growled.
“Just think, Devi,” Jace spoke up, his finger following the line of her spine. “That plug is way smaller than our cocks. Imagine how good it’s going to feel. Ten times better than this.”
Ten times? She would die. She let out a little whimper of submission.
Marcus cupped his hand over the base of the plug in a protective gesture. “Soon, baby. But right now…right now I want you to get a little taste of how it’s going to be.”
He angled his penis lower and used the tip to separate the lips of her wet sex. Jace’s hands coasted up her back as Marcus began a steady pressure.
Devi’s eyes flew open in shock. With the plug lodged in her ass, she felt completely invaded by Marcus’s thick cock. He felt a hundred times larger than ever before.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned in agonized pleasure, and lifted her unresisting body up, arranging her legs outside of his and pressing her back to his front. His hands grasped her knees and spread her legs wide. The folds of her cunt opened, her clitoris exposed, a fact Jace took immediate advantage of.
She screamed at the first touch of his rough fingers against the little nubbin, particularly since it came just as Marcus clenched his fingers around her hips and started to thrust, short, strong digs of his penis. Jace kept his finger still, while she and Marcus took care of the movement. With his other hand, Jace fondled her breast. When she whimpered in pleasure, his head dipped down, and he pulled the nipple into his mouth, drawing in strong tugs.
The plug in her ass, the cock in her pussy, four hands roving over her skin, lips finding all of her sensitive spots… The pleasure was too much to bear, and within a few minutes she came, shaking between their arms.
Through the pleasure, she felt Marcus freeze and groan as the walls of her cunt clenched again and again on the thick intruder inside of her. The condom muted the heat of his release.
She collapsed back against him, sweat gluing her back to his chest. “I’m done,” she whispered, and closed her eyes.
They popped open again when strong hands pinched her nipples. “I think you’ve forgotten something.” Jace pulled her off of Marcus and arranged her on her back, her legs draped over the side of the bed.
“I’m tired.”
He leaned down and kissed her. His penis brushed against the saturated folds of her cunt. “How is this fair to me?”
She yawned loudly. “Can I just give you a blowjob?”
Jace laughed. “No.”
Devi spread her arms out and opened her legs. “Fine.”
“So gracious.” He kissed her again. “I’ll try not to bother you too much.”
Without any preliminaries, he put his hands under her knees, spread her wide and rammed into her. She gasped, her too-tired body immediately responding to the new pounding. Nerve endings flared to life. Devi hadn’t thought it possible, but her second release was even more intense than the first.
Jace shouted and arched his back as he came. The expression on his face was so beautifully intense, she could have watched him forever. The dreamy haze of satiation followed the focused concentration of his lust, and he collapsed on top of her, his body a heavy weight.
Chapter Eleven
Nothing could make him move. Devi had wrung him dry.
Jace nuzzled her sweaty neck. Even her sweat smelled good to him, a combination of cinnamon and spices.
“I brought you food.”
Her muffled announcement from beneath him had his stomach sighing in happiness. Damn, but the woman was perfect.
“You didn’t have to do that.” He lifted himself up and off to the side to give her a bit of breathing space, though he missed her stroking fingers.
“Yes, she did. I had a frozen dinner hours ago.” Marcus put down the glass of water in his hand. He stood by the bed, wearing a pair of boxers. He must have freshened up while Devi had been busy slaughtering him.
“I forgot it in the car. There’s a cooler in the backseat. Everything should be fine.”
“I’ll go get it. You two can get cleaned up.”
Jace sighed silently. Marcus never had any interest in pampering the women they were with after the sex was finished. He hoped that changed. Nothing was more intimate than caring for a woman they had just shared.
He disengaged from Devi’s boneless arms and turned her over, despite her murmur of protest. They had used the smallest-sized anal plug, but she still whimpered when he removed it from her body. He shuddered with renewed lust when he remembered how she had taken the plug. It had been so hot. He couldn’t wait to slide his cock into that tight little hole. Or
watch Marcus do the same while he penetrated her pussy.
He rubbed her generous ass in comfort, squeezing the flesh in his hands. He loved that she was so soft all over, more than a handful. No hard angles or bones, just warmth and plush flesh.
Jace scooped her up in his arms and smiled when she nuzzled against his chest. Clearly, she was too tired to protest being carried.
In the interest of time, since he knew Marcus would be returning, Jace turned on the shower instead of drawing a bath. She stood there yawning under the spray of water while he dealt with his condom and nestled against him when he got in behind her.
His heart clenched a little bit at the way she leaned against him, so trusting and sweet as he washed the soap off her and then dried her. He was just patting her down with the fluffy towel when he heard Marcus enter the room again. Jace brushed a kiss against her forehead and lifted her again, towel and all, to go back to the bedroom. God, he was so far gone over her. He’d barely been able to control his impatience while he’d been waiting for her to come to their house.
Devi’s request that they stay away from the restaurant had disappointed him, but after he’d thought about it, it made sense. He needed to control himself and have faith that she would fall just as fast for them as he already had for her. Jace consoled himself with the thought that the restriction was only temporary.
In the meantime, he could enjoy the sight of her in his bed. He wasn’t too attached to their house, and actually preferred the warmth and comfort of her own home, but there was something singularly satisfying about seeing her surrounded by their possessions. They’d never brought another woman into their domain, and that thought was pleasurable enough.
“Did you heat up everything?” Devi asked.
“Everything but the stuff in this insulated pack.” Marcus held up a black bag.
“Good, that’s dessert. It’s best at room temp.”
Jace watched as she sank into a lotus position on the bed, the towel tucked around her tightly, held with a knot between her breasts. He wanted to rip the towel off.
Before he could do just that, Marcus finished spreading out the plastic take-out containers on the bed and reached out to tug at the terrycloth. She held on to it for a second. “Aren’t we going to eat?”
Marcus tugged again and shrugged. “What does eating have to do with you covering yourself up? Everything should be done with you naked.”
Devi didn’t bother to protest much more, probably because she knew it wouldn’t be effective. The towel slipped away. Her shoulders hunched forward and her hand made a restless motion, probably seeking to cover herself.
Since Jace knew the action would spur Marcus, and hey, he wanted to eat, he leaned across the bed and dipped his head to take one nipple and then the other one into his mouth. When her body relaxed, he pulled away to examine the tight, wet, brown points. He smiled into her eyes, trying to convey the admiration and appreciation he felt for her body in his eyes. “Beautiful,” he murmured.
The flush in her skin remained high, but Jace noticed she straightened her shoulders a little bit and allowed her full breasts to remain on display. She’d come quite a way in just a couple of days.
Marcus had already dived into one of the containers and Jace opened the one closest to him, finding rice. He picked up the plastic spork and dug in to it, pleased to find a layer of cashews, chicken and vegetables on the bottom. “This is good,” he said with his mouth full.
She smiled and leaned against the headboard, seemingly accustomed to their nudity. “Biryani. I know your favorite dish, but we ran low on mutton and I wasn’t sure what else you guys liked, so I just brought a little of everything.”
“Perfect.” Marcus put down his dish and opened a new container, sampling the contents, what looked like steamed dumplings. “We like everything. Next time, bring a lot of everything.”
Jace took another bite of the rice dish, savoring the burst of spice and flavor on his tongue. Once when he’d been particularly hungry last week, he’d dripped ketchup on instant rice and inhaled it. Devi was going to seriously spoil him. He noticed she hadn’t touched anything. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
She eyed the dumpling Marcus was eating with relish and then shook her head, with reluctance, it seemed. “I eat too much while I cook. You know, the sampling and all. So I try to skip having a big dinner. Otherwise I’d be as big as a house.”
Jace frowned. He hated to think she was depriving herself. “Are you hungry?”
She shrugged. “I’m okay.”
Marcus scooped up another dumpling with his fingers and held it out to her. “Think of this as sampling.”
With good nature, Devi gave in and leaned forward to eat the dumpling. Jace watched Marcus closely, unable to miss the narrowing of his brother’s eyes as Devi ate the food he offered from his fingers. The intimacy of the act must have registered with Marcus, because as soon as she was done, he dropped his hand and focused on demolishing the dish.
Well, Rome hadn’t been built in a day. These were huge strides for Marcus. Jace took over where his twin had left off, teasing and sneaking a bite here and there into Devi’s mouth, until she laughed and held him off, claiming a full stomach. He could feel Marcus’s mood turning somber while he watched them interact. Jace hated it, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t change Marcus’s entire mindset for him.
Jace had long finished his own food and was kissing the side of Devi’s neck when Marcus cleared his throat and stood. “Well, that was great. Thanks, Devi.”
Devi looked up with surprise. “You didn’t have any dessert.” She reached for the insulated pack and withdrew a plastic Tupperware container.
“I’m not really hungry for dessert.”
Jace snorted. “You’re always ready for dessert. If you haven’t noticed, he has a sweet tooth like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Really? I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Don’t put yourself to any trouble for me.” Marcus’s reply was brusque, and Jace could have kicked him.
The teasing smile in Devi’s eyes faded, her shoulders hunching a little. Her fingers moved in a little restless movement and Jace knew she was seeking a cover to hide behind again. Her reply, though, was calm and controlled. “Whatever you want.”
Marcus looked between the two of them. “Yeah. Well, I have to get to bed. Early day and all that.”
Devi’s entire body turned rigid. “No one is stopping you. Good night.”
Marcus hesitated for a second before he nodded once and stepped back. “Right. Good night.” He didn’t meet either of their eyes as he left the room.
Jace sat up and cleaned up the empty plates, stacking them on the nightstand. He’d take them down later. “It’s not you, you know,” he said in a low tone, unable to meet her eyes. If he looked into those liquid eyes, he’d never be able to keep the ugly truth from her. It would spew out. Marcus would never forgive him. “He doesn’t sleep with anyone.”
“I don’t care,” she said. Jace knew she was lying. A woman like her wouldn’t stand for being fucked and then kicked out of bed. That was precisely why he’d always been careful to make sure that the women he and his brother enjoyed in the past were as cynical and tough as they were, to minimize any emotional damage.
He wouldn’t call her on it, though—he understood pride. “Okay,” he said softly, and wrapped his arm around her. Her shoulders stayed rigid for a second, and he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” His response was swift and sure, and it must have reassured her, because she relaxed against him. He hugged her closer. Leave? She’d be terrified if he admitted he wanted her to stay in his bed forever. Normal men did not fall in love at first sight like this, did they?
“You know, my sweet tooth isn’t quite as well developed, but I have a healthy fondness for dessert,” he teased, trying to turn her attention. She smiled and sat up to open the container before she handed
it to him.
He studied what appeared to be little balls in syrup. They looked dubious, but Devi hadn’t yet served him anything but amazing food. He picked up the plastic fork. “What’s this called?”
“Gulab Jaman. It’s really just fried dough in syrup.”
Jace cut into a ball, scooped up some of the syrup and took a bite. The sweet perfectly balanced the spicy aftertaste from the other food. Delicious. He looked into Devi’s expectant little face and fixed a serious expression. “It’s not nearly sweet enough.”
Her brow furrowed at the criticism. “What?”
Jace speared the rest of the ball on his fork and shifted his body, turning toward her. In the process, he oh-so-clumsily dribbled some of the syrup on her breasts. She shrieked and then laughed when he tipped the container, upending the entire dish on her body. The little fried balls rolled over her body, one landing perfectly in the curls of her pussy.
“Your bed is going to be ruined.”
“I’ll buy a new one tomorrow.” He licked the sweet sugar off her tits. “Now this. This is sweet,” he murmured, and proceeded to lick and eat every bit of sugar off her.
When he sank into the tight depths of her body, her cunt still clenching from the orgasm he’d brought her to with his tongue, all he could think was that he’d found heaven.
How fucked up was he, though, that he couldn’t enjoy it without a part of his brain wishing he could share this slice of peace with his brother?
Chapter Twelve
“Devi, are you even listening to me?”
“Huh?” Devi looked up to find her second oldest sister, Leena, frowning at her from across her desk.
“I said, you aren’t paying attention. Are you okay?”
Devi glanced down at the paper in front of her as if it would hold the answer to whatever Leena had been discussing. They usually met early every Friday evening to plan the following week’s menu. Since Leena rarely had much time during the rest of the week, Devi enjoyed their one-on-ones together.
