by Robin Gideon
Those facts made the deVille men, no matter how alluring they were, about as different from Diana as night was from day.
Stop thinking about it. You’re only wasting your time. You can’t change the world. It is what it is. You can’t change reality.
“Damn,” William said quietly as he rummaged in the icebox for a beer. “I wish I’d brought a swimsuit. This is a perfect evening to catch some sun and maybe go for a swim.” He pulled out a cold can of beer and popped the top with a flourish.
I wish I could see you in a swimsuit, too. Or maybe naked.
She turned her head away. Those kinds of thoughts wouldn’t do her any good at all. Of that she was certain.
“Me, too,” Marcus said.
And then both young men looked directly at Diana, waiting for her to respond.
She felt a rush of embarrassment go through her, and then she said, “You’ve already seen me in a bikini more times than I can count—”
“Five times, to be exact,” William said quickly.
He’s kept count.
Diana felt a certain sense of feminine pride, then told herself she wasn’t supposed to think about such things. Still, she liked the fact that he could remember every single time he’d seen her in a bikini top. She suddenly wished that, at least once, instead of wearing denim shorts, she’d just worn her bikini bottoms for them to see her in. The deVilles were the kind of men that made a woman feel daring and want to be just a little bit scandalous.
“A bra and panties aren’t really all that different from a swimsuit bikini top and bottom,” Marcus said, his tone just a little lower than it had been.
“Yes they are,” Diana said as she turned her back to the deVilles. After a moment, she added quietly, “But still…”
There’s really not much difference between a bra and panties from a bikini. Diana realized it was a dangerous thought. But wearing lingerie instead of swimming apparel is so much more intimate. One is meant to be seen in when you’re in public, and the other is meant to be seen in when you’re in your bedroom with a man.
But the thought of stripping down in front of the deVille twins—slowly and sensually—to her lingerie was a concept that wasn’t without its appeal. It had been so long since she’d done a bit of a striptease to excite a man.
She began to feel a certain dull, yet highly sensual, throbbing in her clitoris. Her nipples tightened, and she wasn’t naive enough to not know what her body was telling her. Her body was talking, and it wasn’t in a whisper. She was getting the message loud and clear.
She breathed in deeply, forced herself to remain calm, then turned so that she faced the deVille men.
“You men could charm Mona Lisa into giving up her frame. I’m convinced of it.”
“What about you?” William asked. “Charming a woman in an old painting in the Louvre isn’t the same as charming a beautiful young woman on Eau Claire River.”
Diana turned toward the pilot’s wheel, swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. She had been concerned that a conversation like this might happen with the deVilles, but she hadn’t been frightened of it enough to avoid it altogether by not going on the pontoon ride with them. She was beginning to think that she hadn’t made such a wise decision by going out alone with them. They made her think about romantic and sensual things that she hadn’t thought of in a longer period of time than she cared to admit to.
She heard footsteps behind her against the deck on the pontoon. She wasn’t certain which of the brothers was moving closer, but one of them was. Her heart thudded in her chest. She’d spent hours with the twins, but she’d never been alone with them without her father nearby, and suddenly that made all the difference in the world.
“There’s nothing wrong,” William said, and now Diana knew who was standing directly behind her. She cut the motor. They could now drift all the way to the Gulf without anything stopping their slow down-stream movement toward New Orleans. “You only think something’s wrong because this is all new to you. But what you don’t understand is that it’s new to Marcus and me as well.” He groaned softly, as though in physical pain. “We’re just as confused about our emotions as you are. We’re all so confused…and we’ve never even kissed.”
Marcus sighed. “But then, of course, your father was always there with us.”
Diana turned slowly to face the men. She had long suspected that one of them would want to kiss her, and maybe both of them. But never in her wildest fantasies had she thought that both of the deVille twins would want to kiss her…at the same time.
“I’ve seen you in a bikini several times, and still, I’ve never seen you look more beautiful than you do right now,” William said.
He slipped his hand beneath her hair at the base of her neck. Involuntarily, Diana’s eyes closed.
Stop this now!
Her better judgment screamed a shrill warning in her brain. But a moment later, when William’s lips sealed lightly over her own, it wasn’t her better judgment she was listening to. It was her heart, and even more than that, her body and libido, which had taken control of her thoughts and emotions. She felt William’s tongue seek entrance to her mouth, wanting to deepen the intimacy, but she wouldn’t allow it. She raised her hands, turning her palms outward, intent on pushing him away. But Marcus caught her nearest wrist and brought her hand to his mouth. His tongue was wet and warm and infinitely enticing as he licked first her palm then, slowly and sensually, between each finger. It seemed a terribly naughty thing to do, but when his tongue slipped between her second and third fingers, it felt to Diana as though he was easing his tongue between the lips of her pussy.
William’s lips were fire itself when he kissed her throat, just beneath the line of her jaw. Diana whispered some words. She thought they might have been “Oh God!” though she wasn’t certain. The buzzing in her brain was such that she wasn’t certain of anything. When she tried to push William farther away, she discovered that he had taken her by the wrist and was holding her arm to the side. Now she was held by the wrists by both of the deVille brothers, in a kind of human bondage that she had never before experienced but which aroused her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
“Guys…wait,” she whispered, her thoughts awhirl. “We shouldn’t.”
“Yes, we should,” William said in quick refutation then sealed his mouth firmly over hers, stealing away her breath and the protest that would have come with it.
She was kissing William, feeling the ecstasy of his tongue exploring her mouth, when Marcus said, “Not only should we be doing this. We must be doing this. To do anything other than touch you and kiss you and caress you would be a crime.”
Chapter 5
Diana turned her face away from William, only to have her chin captured by Marcus’s free hand. An instant later his lips, warm and commanding, were pressed over hers, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. She resisted at first, even though she wanted the pleasure of his intimate kiss. But she tried to avoid it anyway…for reasons she couldn’t understand. Then there was a soft, annoying voice far in the back of her mind, implanted there long, long ago, that said girls like her were supposed to resist the temptation of such boy-girl things—especially when two men were trying to kiss her at the same time!
Lifelong inhibitions are not easily cast aside, especially not for anyone who’d grown up in the bayou hamlets and villages north and west of New Orleans. But the low, throaty moan she heard when Marcus’s tongue eased between her lips was the very essence of passionate acquiescence, and she knew that the sound had come from the deepest part of her soul. She trembled softly, almost as though shivering from the cold, even though it was a very warm evening, as her tongue entwined with Marcus’s. She made a half-hearted attempt to pull her wrists free from the brothers’ grasp, but they just tightened their grip on her. The sense of being in bondage made a fresh burst of nectar moisten her slit, causing her clit to tingle even more furiously than it had earlier.
/> They could ask anything of me sexually and I’d do it. She felt a little guilty about her own unspoken willingness to do whatever these men wanted of her. Anything that would satisfy their desires would give me pleasure.
They moved her, turning her so that the backs of her legs were against the padded bench that ran along the port side of the pontoon. While each continued to hold on to one of her wrists, she was given the slightest nudge, and a moment later, she was sitting on the bench between the men. They quickly maneuvered her arms so that they were behind their backs, trapped between them and the padded backrest, pinning her between them.
“Kiss me,” William said, his tone low and authoritative as he took her chin between his thumb and curled forefinger. He turned her face toward him then delivered a firm, deep kiss that was more commanding than the ones he’d given her before.
She felt the power in his kiss. She took his tongue deep into her mouth, trembling softly as the whirlwind of excitement continued to build upon itself. When Marcus kissed her throat as she kissed his brother, Diana experienced an unprecedented thrill. Never before had she felt the wild excitement of French kissing one handsome young man while his twin brother’s warm, wet lips were caressing the tautness of her throat just beneath her ear.
She turned her face toward Marcus. As he captured her mouth with his own, kissing her firmly and deeply, William sucked the lobe of her ear between his lips. Diana tried to move her hands, to push the men away so that she might think clearly, but each arm was pinned firmly between the backrest cushion and one of the deVille men. She suspected she was not the first woman to be so firmly, passionately imprisoned by these men.
“I could eat you alive,” William said, his words husky, lusty, spoken directly into Diana’s ear. Then he used the tip of his tongue to lick along the circumference of her ear, and the electrical charge this sent through her system was so powerful that she let out a high-pitched cry of alarm directly into Marcus’s mouth. She very nearly climaxed then and there.
Diana turned her face sharply away from Marcus. She had to in order to end the kiss and get a breath of air into her lungs and to make some sense of her own thoroughly and completely uncharacteristic behavior. Sitting between such handsome brothers, becoming intoxicated by their kisses, was the kind of behavior that Diana had sometimes fantasized about but never really thought she’d experience firsthand. She’d read about that kind of behavior in some of the e-fiction she preferred, but she didn’t partake in such activities herself.
It was a fantasy. That was all. Something to think about but not actually do.
Nothing has ever felt so right. Nothing. Not ever. She turned her face toward William to invite his kiss.
He was not the kind of man who needed much of an invitation to take immediate action. His kiss was commanding, bold, and assertive. His broad palm was against her cheek to hold her in place as he devoured her mouth. Diana moaned softly, the sound tinged with a certain helplessness yet distinctly passionate. She loved everything about these men—their power and forcefulness, their lusty determination to have whatever and whoever they wanted, their unwillingness to let anyone or anything stand in the way of accomplishing their goals.
Diana thought that maybe she should be afraid of the men, though not for long because, as William’s tongue began dancing with her own, Marcus’s deft fingers were unbuttoning the bodice of her cotton dress, and with both her arms behind the backs of the deVille brothers, she couldn’t push his hand away even if she had wanted to…which she didn’t.
It took only a matter of seconds for Marcus to unbutton Diana’s sundress down to the slender leather belt that encircled her waist. Then his broad-palmed hand was inside her dress, the long, strong fingers sliding over the lacy fabric of her bra briefly before he cupped the fullness of one lush breast, his fingers burying deeply.
Diana moaned into William’s mouth as she felt the caress of her breast become firmer, more ardent. Marcus squeezed her breast tightly as he kissed her throat. The myriad sensations of being kissed on her neck while another man’s tongue explored her mouth and powerful fingers dug deeply into her breast was dizzying for Diana. Nothing in her love life could have prepared her for being bombarded by so many sensual sensations all coming at her at the same time from two different men.
She once again made the effort to get her arms out from behind the men. They each had their nearest arm around her shoulders, and now there were two hands on her breasts, not just one. Skillful forefingers and thumbs pinched, tugged, and twisted her nipples through the gauzy barrier of her bra.
Turning her face away from William, she ended the kiss and breathed deeply, trying to recover her better judgment while wondering what had happened to her sense of decorum. She’d always been able to control her emotions, but now…
The deVille brothers gave her no chance at all to return to what she considered sanity. Though neither man kissed her on the mouth, both men used their tongues to toy with her ears as each used a single hand to tease her nipples into a fierce state of arousal.
Is it possible to come just from kissing and having one’s nipples tweaked?
It was a faintly delirious thought for her to have, one so ludicrous she would have laughed aloud if she wasn’t, at that moment, sitting in the sunshine on a pontoon boat on the Eau Claire River, shivering with constantly rising passion and wondering how she was going to stop this whole mistake from becoming a catastrophic error.
I’m not the kind of girl who gets into a ménage a trois. The thought didn’t stop her from moaning with pleasure because William knew just how to use his lips and tongue on that sensitive spot on Diana’s throat just beneath her ear lobe. Stop moaning. You’ll only encourage them.
What happened next caused a low-level panic to shoot through Diana’s system like high-voltage electricity. William, always the bolder of the twin brothers, put his hand on Diana’s knee and began sliding his palm upward, his thumb and fingertips warm against the inside of her thigh.
Diana twisted her upper body hard, determined to free her arms from their imprisonment. She began to accomplish this goal…but only for an instant.
“Hold her,” William said. Though he didn’t raise his voice, there was a commanding quality to his tone that Diana instantly recognized. This was a man accustomed to giving orders and having them followed without question or delay.
Marcus’s powerful hands surrounded both her wrists a second later. Though he used only a fraction of his strength, he quickly had Diana stretched over his thighs, on her back with her hands over her head, both wrists soon held tightly in one powerful fist.
“What are you—” Diana began but was silenced with shock when William slid off the bench seat onto the deck of the pontoon then grabbed her by the ankles.
In a heartbeat, a thousand discordant, incoherent thoughts went through Diana’s consciousness. Had she put on pretty panties that morning? Surely, William could see them now, especially since he was holding her ankles wide apart and the hem of her sundress was at the tops of her thighs. In the chaos of what was happening, she couldn’t remember what she’d chosen to wear that morning.
“I can’t do this!” she said breathily, her emotions on the verge of panic.
But I want to! Her libido was traitorously refusing to listen to her better judgment. Oh, yes! I want you men to be bold and wicked and take me to places I’ve never been before!
William spread Diana’s ankles even farther apart. She was looking into his eyes when he brought his mouth to the juncture of her thighs and kissed her pussy through her white cotton bikini panties. She would have screamed, but Marcus clamped his free hand over her mouth an instant before sound could come out. William blew his warm breath through the front panel of her panties, and though Diana had past lovers go down on her before, she’d never felt anything quite so exhilarating as what was being done to her now.
When Marcus loosened his palm over her mouth, she turned her face aside and whispered, “Oh God…”
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She couldn’t find the right words to adequately and accurately explain what she was feeling. William was kissing her—the ultimate, intimate kiss, even though a thin layer of well-washed cotton separated his lips from her—and holding her by the ankles. Her wrists were held together in one strong hand. Marcus’s other hand went slowly, almost threateningly, down from her mouth to her throat, tantalized her emotions by lingering there for a moment then roaming lower still until he cupped her left breast in his hand.
She looked up into his eyes when his fingers pressed deeper into her breast, caressing her through the bra that matched her panties.
Take me, she wanted to say. Do with me whatever you want.
But words failed her. She couldn’t possibly speak when so many sensual feelings were bombarding her senses. She felt as though she was in bondage, with shackles surrounding her wrists and ankles, though it was only strong, masculine hands holding her captive. To her intense surprise, the thought of being put in handcuffs and shackles caused cream to further lubricate the achingly-hungry lips of her sex. The reality that it was strong men holding her in bondage using nothing but their powerful hands to keep her captive heightened her sense of submissive arousal. Her pussy throbbed with hunger.
A moment later she realized her naked thighs were over William’s shoulders and that he was no longer holding her by the ankles. His right arm, thick with muscle, now surrounded one thigh. She felt her panties being pulled aside to expose her most intimate place.
He’s going to lick my pussy. It’s been so long since…
The startled cry of ecstasy that ripped from her throat echoed off the water of the Eau Claire River the instant William’s slick tongue separated the lips of her pussy then moved upward to caress her clit.
She came with a ferocity that bordered on violence.
It was the first climax that she hadn’t caused in more months than she could remember. Her body shuddered uncontrollably. William’s hands were splayed and strong as he held one cheek of her ass in his left hand and her panties aside with his right.
