by Desiree Holt
He’s moving? Just when I finally get to meet him? Er, them? If meet is the correct word.
“Oh.” At a loss for further conversation, she sipped her drink nervously and wondered exactly how they would begin the festivities.
“I don’t know about you,” Scott said, “but I can think of a better way to drink my champagne.”
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Lauren’s, his lips warm and soft. He tilted his glass and let the amber liquid drizzle onto her barely there cover-up. The wet fabric clung to her already peaking nipples. He closed his mouth over one nipple and began to draw at it with a soft pull.
Lauren sucked in a breath, heat streaking through her.
“Not a bad idea,” Eric agreed.
He mimicked the action with his own drink, then wrapped his lips around the other nipple. The friction of the two mouths on her hardened buds was almost more than she could stand. Her inner walls pulsed with raging need. She arched into the contact, a tiny moan slipping from between her lips.
“She likes it.” Scott lifted his head. “God, Lauren. You have exquisite breasts.”
He and Eric each cupped one in their hands and squeezed them with a gentle flex of their fingers. Lauren wanted their hands all over her. Stroking. Tugging. Fondling. The hunger in their eyes made lust bloom in her even more. And something else, something she didn’t have a name for.
Eric slid a glance at his brother. “I’d like to see what they look like with nothing in the way, wouldn’t you, bro?”
Scott nodded. “Without a doubt.”
He began to untie the three ribbons that held the edges of the gown together. As each one opened he pushed the fabric aside to expose more of Lauren’s skin. When the last one was open, he and Eric slipped the fabric from her shoulders, leaving her stark naked on the counter. The eroticism of it made her pussy tingle.
Scott rubbed a nipple between thumb and forefinger and flicked it with his tongue. “I think we should see the rest of you. Marcia said you spent the day at Ready for Sex. We should to make sure you’re actually ready.”
Lauren’s breath hitched as they very slowly drew her thighs apart. The hungry look on their faces made her hotter. She had expected them to be aroused but she sensed their reactions, like hers, were more intense. There was some kind of incredible chemistry at work here that went beyond sexual attraction.
“Gorgeous,” Eric breathed as he rubbed one finger the length of her slit. “Just look at that naked pussy, all smooth and ready for us.”
“Exquisite,” Scott agreed as he slipped one finger inside her. “I can’t wait to feast on it.”
“Hey, you don’t get to have all the fun,” his brother argued and slid his own finger inside Lauren’s sheath next to Scott’s.
This wasn’t the first time Lauren had had two fingers inside her but it was the first time they’d belonged to two different people. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two men between her thighs, stroking her inner channel. The image sent a shiver through her body.
“I can hardly wait to get my cock inside here,” Scott murmured, his eyes darkening.
“What I really want to see is that cute little ass.” Eric’s voice had a rough edge to it. “I’ll bet she’s got the sweetest little asshole in the state.”
“I’ll bet you’re right. Let’s check it out, but properly.”
Lauren shivered with anticipation as Scott picked her up, carried her to her bedroom and placed her face down on the bed, hands above her head.
“Bring the champagne,” he called to his brother.
Lauren heard a soft thunk, turned her head and saw Eric place the champagne cooler and the glasses on her nightstand. Scott was busy arranging candles in crystal holders around the room. In a moment the rich scent of magnolia filled the air and mingled with the jasmine of her perfume.
The heady aroma teased her senses, and again, more than her body seemed to be involved.
She closed her eyes, waiting for whatever came next, feeling the bed dip on each side as the twins climbed up next to her. Then she felt two sets of hands caress her, rubbing her back, her waist, her calves and her thighs. With strong yet gentle fingers they traced every line of her body. No masseur could have done a better job.
One pair of hands circled her ankles and spread them wide while the other rubbed and squeezed the globes of her buttocks. The more they rubbed, the more she relaxed. When Scott—she thought—placed a trail of kisses the length of her spine, she sighed at the warmth that spread through her.
“Mmmm.” A hum of ecstasy escaped her.
“Let’s see what we have here.” Eric. “I can’t wait.”
With one pair of hands gently parting the cheeks of her ass, the fingers of another traced her fully exposed anus. One thick finger circled the tight rim and the sensations in her pussy growing stronger.
“Lauren, I can hardly wait to fuck you here,” Eric told her. “That is the most tempting asshole I’ve seen in a long time. But first we need to make sure you’re good and ready.”
“Ready?” Her mouth felt full of cotton. She’d hardly said a word and that one was about all she could manage.
“Uh-huh.” Scott rolled her over and helped her sit up. He handed her the flute of champagne. “Drink up, sugar plum. The party’s just beginning.”
“And Lauren?” Scott’s voice next to her ear was rich with lust.
“Mm-hmm?”
“We’ve hardly begun but, darlin’? I have a feeling one night might not be quite enough.”
Soft butterfly wings fluttered in her stomach at his words, because she’d been thinking the same thing herself.
And they’d barely gotten started.
Chapter Two
“To us,” Scott toasted. “The three of us. And a night beyond all our expectations.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Eric agreed.
They touched their glasses to hers and drank.
It seemed to Lauren that what had started out to be just one fun-filled night had somehow turned into something else. She hoped it wasn’t her own need coloring it. She’d been alone for so long, claiming she wanted her independence more than anything. But that wasn’t quite true. She’d just never found the right situation both physically and emotionally.
She realized with a shock that a threesome was what she wanted, not just for one night but for more.
Just enjoy this. Don’t read something into it that isn’t there.
Still…
The icy liquid tasted good as it slid down her throat. She drained the glass and held it out for a refill.
“More, please.”
Scott laughed as he poured. “Just take it slowly, sugar. You don’t want to be drunk at your own party. You’d never get to enjoy the fun.”
Eric had seated himself between her legs, tugging on her nipples and dragging a nail lightly across them.
“I have plans for these too, Lauren, but first I think Scott and I are overdressed.”
Lauren laughed. “I’d say so.”
The brothers grinned at each other, climbed off the bed and began to remove their clothes. They were perfect specimens, sun-bronzed skin over hard muscles, chests dusted with crisp hair—the one with a golden mat of curls, the other a dark pelt—and dusky male nipples. Their bodies were shaped as if they’d been sculpted. When they shucked their pants and briefs and their erections sprang free her breath caught in her throat. Rising from tempting patches of hair, their cocks were both long and thick, veins pulsing along the sides and the heads broad and flat. A tiny pearl of fluid glistened at each tip.
Lauren sat up and reached out her hands, beckoning them closer. She ran a thumb over each head to spread the pre-cum and licked her fingers.
“Yum.” She resisted the urge to lick her lips.
Circling her fingers around the two thick shafts she slid them up and down on the soft skin. She frowned as the twins backed away.
“Uh-uh-uh.” Scott grinned as he shook a finger at her. �
��Naughty, naughty. We didn’t say you could do that.” He looked at his brother. “Did we give her permission to touch?”
Scott shook his head. “I think that calls for some punishment, don’t you?”
Eric smiled. “Oh, yeah. Very definitely.” He jogged from the room and returned with the large duffel, setting it beside the bed, and the two men exchanged a look. “Especially since spanking is Number One on this bad girl’s list.”
“Wha—” Lauren began.
“Shh,” Scott soothed, stroking his fingers across her chin. “Go with the flow, birthday girl, and let yourself enjoy. That’s what this is all about, remember?”
Right. Her birthday list.
He kissed her temple then turned her over again onto her stomach and pulled her hands behind her back. She felt fleece-lined cuffs circle her wrists then lock into place at the small of her back. At the same time the cool of metal touched her ankles and she knew someone had slipped manacles around them. She tried to close her legs but one of the twins—Eric?—had attached something that kept them apart.
“Just a little adjustment here.” Scott’s lips touched her ear again, his breath warm. Then he kissed her cheek and shivers chased along her spine.
He took most of the pillows from beneath her head and used them to elevate her ass and her pussy.
Lauren’s breath caught as she visualized them standing there, taking in every intimate inch of her.
“Man, the view from here is incredible.” Eric’s voice sounded strained. “Lauren, I could look at your ass and your cunt all day long.”
Lauren sucked in a breath. It was really going to happen! Everything on her wish list was about to come true!
“I think a woman who dreams of spanking should have her dreams fulfilled on her birthday, don’t you?” Scott ran his hand over her ass, trailing his fingers through the cleft between her cheeks.
She trembled at the intimate caress.
“Without a doubt,” Eric agreed and brought his hand down on one cheek in a stinging slap.
Lauren jerked but Scott was beside her, gentling her, tracing the edge of her ear with his tongue while stroking one hand up and down her spine, and she relaxed a little. Then the second slap fell. And the third. At first she wanted to cry out with the pain but by the time Eric established a rhythm—first one cheek, then the other, back and forth—the pleasure began to override the pain. Her ass felt hot and the heat spread to her sex and the insides of her thighs. Her breasts ached and her nipples tingled and she was sure her pussy was sopping wet.
The spanking stopped and Eric slid two fingers into her dripping center.
“Man, she is soaked.” He sounded awed. “She’s as juicy as a ripe peach.”
“I’ve gotta feel it too.” Scott moved down toward her feet and soon his fingers joined his brother’s as they probed her heated channel. “God, I can feel the walls of her pussy ripple. She’s already on fire. You know, I’ll bet if we use the flogger we can make her come without touching any other part of her.”
“Let’s do it.” Excitement edged Eric’s words. “I’m dying to watch her come.”
Lauren wanted yell, Yes, I am so aroused I can’t stand it. I want more. This was beyond anything she had imagined.
“See this, sugar plum?” Eric crouched by her head, holding a thick leather handle in one hand while running soft suede strips across the palm of the other. “This you’re gonna love.” He looked at his brother, nodded and moved back to the foot of the bed.
“Give me your mouth, Lauren,” Scott said softly. He lay down beside her, took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. He used his tongue to tease at her mouth, tracing the outer edges then, as Eric swung the flogger, thrust his tongue inside. She jerked at the touch of the lash but it was so much more pleasure than pain she couldn’t believe it.
Desire built low in her body, rising in intensity every time the flogger lashed her buttocks. She’d never dreamed having someone spank and flog her could arouse her so much. Her hips jerked as the need began to rise. The fact that her legs were immobilized wide apart only intensified the pleasure. His mouth still glued to hers, Scott pinched one of her nipples. Hard.
Orgasm exploded through her. One minute she was straining, the next it roared through her body like a wildfire. She wanted to buck but she was too restrained. She wanted to squeeze her legs together but Eric had them effectively separated. Hoarse guttural sounds erupted from her throat.
“Man, is she gorgeous when she comes.” Eric’s tone was almost reverent. “Come here and take a look.”
Scott slipped from the bed and the next thing Lauren knew his fingers were opening her wide. Her pussy throbbed, hungry for something inside it, and she caught the scent of her own musk as juices gushed from her. Suddenly she felt the flogger again. Another orgasm crashed unexpectedly. She tried to catch her breath, tried to calm her shaking body, but the spasms gripped her like a giant fist.
The flogging stopped, fingers probed her inner sheath, and her body began the slow tumble down from the high. She lay there with her eyes closed, riding out the sensations. When the last aftershock had subsided, someone—Scott, she thought—released the handcuffs and Eric did the same for her ankles. Then two sets of hands began a slow massage with a warm lotion.
“A soothing balm,” Eric told her.
“Was it what you expected?” Scott asked, his words low. “God, Lauren. Your ass is such a gorgeous shade of red and Eric’s flogger left lovely welts. You must have loved it because your pussy is drenched.”
“Yes.” The word came out on a. “Does it sound awful if I tell you I enjoyed it?”
Scott laughed his sexy laugh. “Darlin’, you’re supposed to enjoy it. We want you to feel pleasure with everything we have planned and we want to make sure we fulfill your expectations.”
You’re definitely doing that.
“Let’s help her sit up.” Eric gave one last glide of his hands over her calves. “I think she’s earned another glass of champagne.”
Scott turned Lauren onto her back and eased her to a sitting position. When they all held filled glasses again he raised his in a toast.
“To the sexiest woman we’ve met in a long time.”
Lauren blushed. “You really think so?”
Eric, on the other side of her, leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on her lips. “Darlin’, I know so.”
He bent to kiss her, tongue probing her mouth, and every part of her body responded to the sensuality of the kiss. She managed to set her glass down on the nightstand without spilling it and slid her fingers into the black silk of Scott’s hair. Then Eric was nibbling at her shoulder, cupping her breast and teasing the tender nipple.
At last Scott drew back, leaving her mouth swollen and her senses drugged.
“Let’s see how those other lips are doing, sweet thing, shall we?” His voice was husky and warm.
He scooped her off the bed and in a swift movement stood her on her feet with her back to him. Then he eased his hands down and lifted her so he was holding her for Eric’s examination.
“What do you think, bro?” His words were edged with need. “She ready for the next item on the list?”
Eric knelt in front of her, parted her with gentle fingers and drifted a fingertip over her clit she gasped.
He smiled up at her. “That little bud’s just begging to be abused, you know that?” He took it between his teeth.
Lauren jerked in Scott’s hold as her pussy clenched and the pulse deep in her womb began to throb again.
“What do you think, Lauren?” Scott asked. “Like letting us look at you like this? Seeing every inch of that wonderful cunt? Wide open for whatever we want to do to you?”
“Yes.” She managed to get the one word out in a voice she hardly recognized as her own.
“Us too,” he whispered in her ear. “Before tonight’s over there won’t be a part of you we haven’t looked at and touched.”
“Or tasted,” Eric added.
He pulled back, his mouth shiny with Lauren’s cream. He slipped two fingers inside and rotated them to collect more fluid before he pulled them back out. “But, you know, I’m an ass man myself. This is what I’m really interested in.” He used one hand to separate the cheeks of her ass while with the fingers of the other he spread the moisture he’d gathered around her taut little entrance. When he pressed the tip of one finger inside she jerked again.
“Whoa!” Scott held her tighter. “You okay, sugar plum? Hey, Eric, maybe she’s never been fucked in the ass before. That’s why it’s on her list.”
Eric looked up at her, a concerned expression on his face. “Have you, Lauren? We need to know so we don’t hurt you.”
She ran her tongue over her lips and shook her head. How could she tell them every effort she’d made to accomplish that had been either turned down or ignored?
“Okay then.” Eric stood. “We need to start preparing you, because the last thing in the world we want to do is cause you unnecessary pain.”
Scott lowered her down on the bed, dusting a kiss over her mouth.
“How’s your birthday so far?” His gaze locked with hers, lust and—something else?—burning in his eyes.
“Good.” She barely managed to get the word out. “No, not good. Great. Incredible.”
“Excellent. That’s what we want.” That undecipherable look flashed in his eyes again. It was gone so fast she wasn’t sure if she’d really seen it. “Okay, darlin’, get up on your hands and knees.”
With a mixture of uncertainty and dark anticipation, Lauren did as he told her. He caressed her back, his hand warm, those now familiar shivers skating over her skin. Behind her she heard Eric move around, then the sound of the duffel zipper. Scott pressed a kiss on each of her ass cheeks, eased them apart so her rear channel was once again exposed.
Oh, God!
“Just breathe easy, darlin’. I promise you’ll love this.”
Something cool touched her puckered opening and Eric’s fingers spread it around the area. Then there was slight pressure again as something thick and viscous was squirted into her. Eric used one finger to push past the opening and gently rub the contents into her. When he added another finger Lauren sucked in a breath but Scott’s hands on her, rubbing her ass, helped her relax.
