Dawn, Dakota - Blessed Times Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (26 page)

In a lusty daze, she begged, “I want to taste that oil on your body. Please let me up. I need to taste it on you, to lick it off you.”

“In time I’ll let you put it on Trey’s dick and lick it off, but for now, I want your hands out of the way while I rub it into your silky skin. Do everything I ask and I’ll make sure you take a long ride on ecstasy’s back for your obedience.” Troy’s husky tone guaranteed he’d come through.

With a shiver, she relaxed in Trey’s grip and held onto his lean hips.

A whimper sounded from deep in her throat when Troy moved his oiled hands from her stomach slowly up and over the peaks of her breasts then around the sides. With long sweeping movements, he repeatedly let his hands flow from her belly to the valley between her breasts up to her collarbone then back down the sides of her breasts. She ached to feel him go over her nipples again, but he wouldn’t. With each pass, his hands came closer to the peaks, but never where she needed them to go.

Licking her lips, she watched as he poured some oil in Trey’s hands, then some more in his palms. She wanted to screech at them to stop playing with her, but she knew they wouldn’t. They wanted her on the cusp of climax before they’d give in. Gritting her teeth, she squirmed under them as Trey’s hands followed the path Troy’s had been on. Troy moved on and positioned himself between her legs. Slick hands massaged the oil into her thighs.

When she was almost there, ready to explode, Troy stopped and poured a small amount of the scented oil into Trey’s hands then into his own. After setting the oil bottle down, he commanded, “Turn over. Trey is going to rub that cinnamon oil all over his dick and balls then you are going to lick it all off. I want you on your knees with that pretty ass up in the air.”

Moving into position, she watched as Trey coated his thick cock and smooth balls with the sweet-smelling oil. As soon as he removed his hand, she took the crown of his cock into her mouth and sucked. He jerked in response and groaned loudly.

She could feel Troy watching her head bob up and down as he rubbed the oil into her ass and along the crack until he reached her backdoor. Pouring out more oil, he let it dribble down her crack and over her tiny opening.

Branda was having a hard time keeping up. She wanted nothing more than to feel every stroke, every caress, every love pat given to her body. Opening her mind, she let herself feel everything. Trey’s hands running through her hair. Troy massaging her ass and circling her rear opening with wicked skill. She would never have guessed she’d like anal play. Cinnamon melded to her tongue with every lick of Trey’s cock, opening her senses even more.

Bending over farther, Branda licked down Trey’s hard length and flicked her tongue across his shaved balls. His skin was so soft and smooth she could lick him all day.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Damn, baby.”

Trey’s passion-roughened voice made her want to drive him crazy with lust. Growing bold, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Flittering her tongue against the soft skin, she sucked gently at the same time.

“Oh,
tesoro mio. Ti amo. Ti amo
. I love you,” Trey crooned the words then started moaning in pure bliss.

Troy started rubbing his wide cockhead against Branda’s swollen clit. “Your sweet juices are dripping onto my cock. Do you know how hot that is?” Back and forth he pressed into her wet folds spreading her lips wide and bumping directly into her engorged bundle of nerves.

Vibrations traveled from her moaning lips to the core of Trey’s tight balls. His moans intertwined with hers.

Troy’s cock kept on prodding the bud of her passion even as his index finger massaged her puckered anal opening. He added more oil then more pressure, slowly inserting his finger a little way inside her ass then he’d pull his finger back. Each time, her tight ring of muscle opened a little more. He carefully and patiently caressed the opening, making sure she enjoyed every moment of it.

Oh lord, he made it feel so good. They were all focused on what Troy was doing. Her mouth had stopped sucking and now only rested on Trey’s balls. A quick glance up revealed that Trey was watching every move Troy made. It was obvious to her that they all wanted it to be an extremely pleasurable experience.

Adding more oil, Troy toyed with her opening and pressed in every few seconds. A breathless moan slipped past her lips every time he went a little deeper.

Needing even more she cried out, “Oh, more Troy, more.”

A blunt fingertip circled the sweet opening then pressed inward. She felt the tight ring give completely. Branda gasped when he suddenly filled her pussy with his cock and slid his finger deeper into her ass at the same time.

Troy stopped all movement, letting her get accustomed to the feel of his finger in her ass while his cock stretched the walls of her pussy. She appreciated that, but within a minute she needed more. She pushed her hips back and his finger slid in deeper. “Easy, baby. Don’t move too fast. I want you to enjoy this. Be real still and I’ll move for you.”

Keeping his dick buried balls deep inside her heated sheath, he carefully slid his finger farther into her puckered back opening then pulled out until just the tip was left in her hot little ass. Her muscles loosened a bit more with every inward slide of his finger in and out. Pouring more oil on her pink opening, he slid a second finger into her, working it in slow precise movements.

As he worked the second finger into her body, she felt a rush of fiery pleasure take over her senses. Her body shook with a fierce need to be taken, dominated. “Ooooh, don’t stop. That feels sooo good. Oh god, don’t stop. Harder.”

Troy placed a light kiss on her shoulder. “I know what you need to reach the stars,” He caressed her ass then commanded, “Take Trey’s cock deep into that hot, wet mouth of yours.”

She immediately complied and groaned as waves of bliss rocked her nerve endings.

“Good girl. Now suck him until he comes in your mouth. Swallow every drop his dick offers you. Don’t spill a bit.”

Trey growled as she sucked and licked at the crest of his penis. Tremors shook his balls, and made them draw up and tighten. The pulse in his cock pounded as he released his creamy seed into her sucking mouth. Holding tightly to her head, he cried out loudly as rapture took hold of him.

Troy pumped in and out of her wet channel with his swollen dick, his fingers scissoring in her ass, stretching it, stroking her sensitive flesh until she released a muffled scream. Her body jerked hard. He moved his free hand off her hip and pressed his thumb against her clit. Shudders racked her frame as a tidal wave-sized orgasm crashed through her. Through it all, her mouth never released Trey’s dick. Reveling in the way it jerked as he trembled in orgasmic pleasure, she never wanted to let go.

Her muffled screams died down only to be replaced by loud moaning sounds. Her body continued to quiver as aftershocks of ecstasy rocked through her system as extreme pleasure swept her away to a blissful place.

“You are so damn hot. Your inner muscles are clamping my dick in a powerful milking action. Fuck.” Sounding on the verge of release Troy cried out, “Oh fuck. You’re so fucking sweet.” His semen shot into her body and he growled from the power of his orgasm. Every surge of pleasure that nonstop washed through her had him moaning as well. “I’m so glad you are mine. Mine—forever.”

Yes she belonged to them. Love spiked in her heart at that thought. Releasing Trey’s softening dick Branda collapsed onto Trey’s lap. Going down with her, Troy unhurriedly eased his fingers from the yielding ring of her anus then pulled his semi-erect cock from her still-quaking vagina.

Troy ambled away with sluggish steps. She could hear water being turned on and knew he was cleaning up. When he came back he brought two partially damp towels. He handed Trey one then gently turned her over and cleaned her up. A lump formed in her throat at the love and tenderness he showered upon her.

Sandwiching her between them, the twins tenderly stroked her hair and body.

Troy crooned, “How do you feel? Are you okay with what happened tonight?”

A sated smile crossed her lips. “I feel blissfully cherished. You made my first anal experience so painless that I’d let you and Trey do that to me anytime.”

Trey’s fingers drew small circles on her bare shoulder. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Eventually we would like to take you at the same time. One of us in that pretty little pussy and the other in that tight little ass. Would you like that?”

Blood raced to her pelvis, causing her clit to throb. “Just talking about is making me horny. When can we try it?”

Speaking in a low soothing tone, Trey answered, “Not tonight,
tesoro mio
, but soon. We want to prepare your body a little more first. We would never hurt you. You are too precious to us. Get a little rest then we’ll all take another trip to nirvana. You know how much we enjoy making love to you in the middle of the night.”

Snuggling between them, she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have them in her life.

Chapter Eighteen

Marking off the days since Trey and Troy left, Branda noted that they had been gone for a whole week. Phone and internet communication was nonexistent. A stupid storm had come through and wiped out the old system. The area they were visiting was now undergoing a major communication upgrade, and although it was bad right now, once the upgrade was finished, the area that had been behind the times for a good decade was going to be brought up to date. They had called days ago from another town just to let her and Trent know what was going on. Since then—nothing.

Not being able to hear their voices was killing her. She ached for them. They had become her addiction in such a short amount of time it unnerved her. Each day that passed without them was literally making her sick. Her stomach hurt, and she couldn’t eat. That very morning, the woman in her bathroom mirror had dark circles starting to form under her eyes. She didn’t feel right. With them gone, the light in her world was gone.

Work was all she did, and she did that by rote. All her smiles were fake. Heartache sucked. It was lunch time, but she couldn’t eat. Weariness was dragging her down as well. She couldn’t sleep without a warm body to snuggle to. Life without Trey and Troy was hell. Rain and Sienna were no help. Rain was out of the state looking over a line of clothing she was considering buying for the family business. Sienna was on vacation with Teddy. Yeah, her friends sucked. How could they go about their normal day while she was having a breakdown? In their defense, Branda admitted to herself that they didn’t know how bad she was feeling. There was no way she was going to tell them either. She was sure she would be better soon. How could things get any worse?

The ringing of the house phone drew her out of her sad musings. “Hello. De Pescina residence.”

“Branda, I told you you don’t have to answer the phone that way. You are our family friend, not an employee.”

“Mrs. De Pescina, how are you doing?” Branda asked, with a little dread. Carisa De Pescina had only called the house once since she’d moved in and that had been to check to see that Branda had moved in comfortably. She never called just to chitchat.

“I am fine, dear, thanks for asking. I’m calling to let you know that Sienna’s father finished his business early and that we will be home tomorrow. I didn’t want to shock you by us showing up out of the blue. I’m so glad to be home. We’ll see you tomorrow, dear.” A click signaled the end of the call.

Branda stood there, staring at the phone in total disbelief. They were coming home now. Now, when the twins and all her friends were out of town. Shit! She didn’t even have a place to stay. She couldn’t stay here. What would they think about her relationship with Troy and Trey? They would most likely think she was a tramp. They may even snub her. She knew her mother would and maybe her father as well. She couldn’t handle Sienna’s parents hating her, too. A terrible ache moved from her stomach to her chest.

Going to her bedroom, she started packing all her stuff. She had to leave today. The Cortino house was out. Trent was the only one there. With her friends being gone, she’d have to stay at a hotel. She could handle that until the twins came back.

It only took her three trips in her small SUV to get everything she owned in the hotel room. This was one of those times when she was glad she didn’t own a lot of stuff. On her last trip to the house, she left a note for Sienna’s parents explaining that she had moved out to give them their privacy and thanking them for letting her stay in their home. She would never confess that she had moved out because she was afraid they would shun her for her lifestyle choice. Right now, she just couldn’t handle any more pain or problems.

* * * *

Branda flipped the covers back and crawled into the bed. All she wanted to do was sleep. A big part of her wished she could turn into Rip Van Winkle and sleep until Troy and Trey came to get her. Holding a picture of the three of them, she slipped into the darkness of sleep.

* * * *

Something was wrong with her bed. Opening her eyes, Branda groaned in misery. She was at a hotel, and the twins were still in Italy. Sore muscles screeched when she rolled over and looked at the ceiling. Throwing her arm over her eyes, she groaned. When her brain wouldn’t let her go back to sleep, she rolled to her side and saw all her belongings scattered around the room in duffel bags, boxes, and trash bags. God, she hated moving.