“God,” I pant, “please.” Lucas adds another finger; Alex grazes me with his teeth. “Fuck,” I hiss. “Fuck yes.”
Alex’s fingers find my clit, pressing and rolling, and pressure builds in my core faster than a roller coaster plummeting downhill, gathering and twisting and tightening until it bursts outward, pleasure searing my senses.
Lucas slowly pulls his fingers free, taking over on my clit while Alex shifts aside. Moments later, he’s back and nudging at my entrance. I’m still so sensitive that when he fills me, combined with his brother’s clever fingers, it instantly sends me over again.
I gasp and cry out, my head thrown back in surrender.
“Zoe. Look at me.” My eyes open to meet Alex’s as he begins to move, his hips flexing to drive inside me. He’s not trying to be rough, but I can sense the coiled intensity he’s holding back, the urgency of his need to take me.
Lucas’s erection is nestled in my cleft, his strong body supporting me, his hand on my leg keeping me open for his twin. I realize all at once how different everything feels now.
On our first night together, it was all about physical attraction, and my fascination with the unknown pleasure of being with twins. Now I know these two brothers so well — I know what good men they are and how well they take care of me. I feel completely safe and comfortable with them; I know some of their little quirks, and they know mine. It’s a whole different game now, with the stakes so much higher than before. It’s wonderful and scary all at the same time.
Alex pauses inside me, trying to make it last, but he can’t, it’s too much for both of us. He changes pace, building up speed quickly, and sensation spirals out from my center and back again, my ecstatic whimpers echoing off the walls with every thrust. I’m close, so close, right on the edge, and when my cries take on a different tenor, Lucas finds my clit again and sends me shooting over the cliff into orgasmic freefall.
Alex finishes an instant later, his cock swelling inside me, and I clamp down on him so tight it triggers another climax. Afterward, we lie with our foreheads together, our breathing ragged, until he kisses me softly and rolls off the bed.
I let myself sag against Lucas, and he eases me onto my back. “Hi,” I say softly, cradling his face in my hand.
He kisses my palm. “Hi.” His characteristic intensity is back, his eyes locked on mine, unsmiling … but not cold. I know better, now, than to mistake his seriousness for reserve.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, and he kisses my hand again, then gently bites the fleshy part at the base of my thumb. I gasp as fresh sensation rockets through me, and he rightly takes it as confirmation. A few seconds later he settles between my thighs and fills me, his fingers lacing with mine to hold my hands above my head, like he did that morning when he kissed me.
He’s even more determined than Alex to take things slow, either to prolong our pleasure or because he’s being careful with me. Every time he starts to build up speed, he stops to kiss me, and only when I moan into his mouth and squirm beneath him does he move again.
Alex rejoins us on the bed, taking one of my legs and folding it gently up and back, letting Lucas thrust more deeply inside me. It seems to slip the leash on his tightly-held control, and before long he’s pounding into me. I keep saying “yes” so he knows not to stop.
When I’m on the verge again, Alex’s hand is there, finding my swollen tip, magnifying my pl
easure as fireworks explode behind my eyes. Lucas manages a few more strokes before he stops deep inside me and lets go, his head thrown back with the force of his release.
We hardly sleep at all. Thank goodness it’s the weekend; the next morning, the twins check in briefly with their headquarters before we all allow ourselves another precious hour of rest. When we do get up, they carry me into the bathroom and show me just how much fun a three-way shower can be.
The pile of condoms dwindled down to almost nothing through the night. I’m tired, but glowing. The brothers make breakfast — omelettes this time — and won’t let me help with the cleanup. If this is part of their plan to spoil me, I’m not complaining.
When everything is put away, they both kiss me goodbye with a “See you later,” and then they’re gone, leaving me truly alone for the first time in what feels like forever. It’s a strange feeling.
I celebrate my newfound freedom by taking a walk to a nearby park, stopping along the way to pet every dog I meet. At the park, I sit on a bench by a small pond and people-watch for a long time before wandering back home to see what housework needs to be done. The brothers were such good guests that things are in pretty decent shape, but I throw in some laundry and do the dusting.
At loose ends, I decide to message Tara. Hey girl — did you get that ride you were thinking about?
The answer comes almost immediately: You owe me.
33
Hollow Victories
Zoe
What? What’s wrong? I send. Possessive after all?
The answer is not what I expect. Did you know he has a brother?
Ohmygod. No, I didn’t. Tell me he’s not a twin.
He most certainly is.