Keeping my eyes shut, I soak up all of the sensations. Soft hands massage my scalp, trailing down to my neck before cupping my chin in reverence. I breathe in, the sensual, earthy aroma of ylang ylang saturating my lungs. Smooth lips meld with mine, tender kisses saturated with emotions we don’t dare say or think, but as real and deep as the ocean only steps away.
Rough lips meet my spine, anchoring me in place. Hot, open-mouthed kisses rain down my back, searing my flesh with heat that lingers long after his lips have moved on. Breckin slides his thick length almost all the way out. He glides in with one long, steady stroke before rotating his hips and grinding in all the right places. I whimper as he repeats the process, each time sending little sparks to the growing ball of tension building inside my core, heating it to the point of magma.
My back arches as cool liquid pours down my ass, the icy contrast only igniting the simmering embers inside. He eases his finger in and out of my rear hole at the same pace as his brother until it slides with ease. Panting, uncontrollable moans sneak past my lips. My chest heaves as his fingers seem to glide along his brother’s dick, amplifying the intensity, hitting every nerve from two sides.
I’m past the peak, flying through the clouds, so high I don’t think I can come down. “Fuck . . . Brendan.”
He places one last searing kiss on my hip. Removing his finger, he spreads my cheeks wide apart. He slides his thick length up and down my crack, coating it with the lube. “Think you can handle all this?” He circles the bulbous tip around my entrance, then slaps my ass with his heavy dick.
I moan, shivering as Breckin breaks our kiss. He trails one hand down to my waist, holding me steady. His other clasps my chin, his thumb circling my cheek as his jade-green eyes search deep into mine. He stops thrusting. Buried deep inside me, he slowly grinds his hips in tight circles.
I hold his gaze, getting lost in the depth as Brendan lines up. He eases the tip inside.
I cry out. Searing pain mixes with pleasure, blending until I can’t distinguish the two. Panting, my chest heaves as he pushes in another inch. Curses spew from my mouth as I tip over the edge. White stars cloud my vision, my release flowing through my heavy limbs in rolling waves. Still I focus on the depths of Breckin’s green eyes as my pussy constricts around his thick length.
Brendan slides out, then eases in even farther.
“Fuck, Brendan! I . . . I . . .” My back arches, my orgasm still going as another ball builds in my core. My entire body shakes. My vision blanks out to white. Only fullness remains. Too full. Too much. It’s way too much. I can’t handle it all.
They both still, enough for me to stretch to accommodate them. Breathing heavily, Brendan runs his hand along my slick back. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he holds me to him as he eases almost out before thrusting in even deeper with an animalistic growl. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, my body still spasming, one orgasm rolling straight into another. His thick dick slides along his brother’s, the sparks amplified from both sides as Breckin joins, thrusting at the same pace.
My curses mix with theirs as I blindly pant, limp in his arms. Deep growls mix with incomprehensible words and groans.
They both slide almost entirely out before slamming in all the way. “Fuuuck!” they growl in unison. The wet slaps of their bodies echo through the room over our heaved breaths. Stretched to the limit, my entire body shakes as my release refuses to fade.
Breckin’s lips meet mine, then pepper my jaw and neck with soft kisses. With one hand, Brendan fists my hair, then tugs it back, pulling my head up to his. While Breckin tenderly kisses one side of my neck, his chapped lips trail along the other, sucking and nibbling my tender flesh. He eases out as his brother grinds his hips, deepening our connection. As he slams inside my ass, his brother eases out of my pussy. Their engorged cocks seem to slide over each other, my channels stretching as sensations I never knew were possible ripple through my core.
Even with their slow pace, my body skyrockets higher. Past the tallest mountain peaks, higher than the atmosphere, into the cosmos the pressure builds. As they alternate strokes, Brendan drags his rough hand lower down my stomach. Breckin reaches out, cupping both of my breasts and teasing my elongated nipples. Haphazardly balancing between the two of them with my torso hanging in the air, my body dangles at the edge of a bottomless abyss, still ebbing from the aftershocks of my last release, but dangerously close to shattering.
“Brendan, I . . . I can’t . . .” My chest heaves, pushing my breasts farther into Breckin’s hands as I struggle to hold on.
“I got you, Asra. Let go, Little Girl,” he breathes into my ear as he thrusts into my ass while reaching a fraction of an inch lower, flicking my clit.
I explode. Screaming his name while he holds me up, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced rips through my entirety. Shooting down to my toes while prickling my scalp, I feel it in every molecule of my being until it all shatters. Shards of bliss ripple through my disjointed pieces.
As the darkness consumes me, I feel them both thrust twice more before they fill me with their release in a mixture of groans. Together, we tumble into a tangled knot on the mattress. After our hearts slow to normal, Brendan climbs off the bed. Returning moments later with a warm rag, he cleans off my lethargic body before lying back down. As they both hug me tightly, a sated unconsciousness takes over.
Warm sunlight invadesmy senses.Why are my blinds open?I roll over without opening my eyes, my lethargic limbs protesting from the movement. Pulling the plush blanket over my head, I welcome more sleep.
The sun is fine. It’s at my back. I’m fully covered. Besides, it’s warm and cozy. So warm and cozy.
Stretching my legsout, I breathe in deep. The savory aroma of bacon, sausage, and something else fill my lungs. I take another deep breath. Sex. My brow furrows. Cocooned in the blanket, I sniff the air yet again, trying to place all of the scents whirling around. An earthy, woodsy musk blends with faint traces of floral, saturating the blanket. And sex. Definitely sex. I ache all over, reminding me why those scents linger.
Swirling around the room, the rich aroma of bacon, sausage, and coffee drifts through the air. Breakfast.
Wait.
I jerk up in bed.
Not my bed. Not my room. The blanket falls down with my sudden movement. Cool air hits my bare tatas, sending goosebumps all over my exposed skin. I squirm with my lower body still covered by the blanket. Bare thighs rub against each other. Great, no clothes.Where, oh where did I leave them?
Groaning, I scratch my head. As all the sexcapades from last night come back to me, my cheeks blush. I’m not usually sexually adventurous. Hell, I’m not adventurous at all. Like Viv so eloquently pointed out, I’m a hermit. I hide in my house all day. But, there’s something about those two, something I cannot resist. There’s a longing and desire my body cannot stop reacting to.
A cool breeze drifts through the room. I shiver. “Right, clothes.” Tugging the blanket up around my shoulders, I glance around.
A second bed leans against the far wall, untouched with a plain, navy comforter and a few matching pillows. An empty laundry hamper sits near the open doorway to the kitchen. Other than a few boxes and suitcases, it’s void of any other furniture or decorations. Even the white walls are completely bare, reminding me that this is just a temporary set up until their renovation is complete.
At least it’s clean, unlike most single guy’s rooms I’ve seen. Nothing litters the floor, Brendan and Breckin’s clothes from last night miraculously gone. And my dress is nowhere to be found. Someone must have cleaned it all up while I was sleeping.