“Then he was a fool.” Chase combed his fingers through her hair. “Giving you pleasure is the biggest turn-on in the world.”
“Come here, darlin’. Give me some of that sweet lovin’ of yours.”
Carrie grinned and would have crawled over to Brian, but Chase simply lifted her and handed her over to his brother.
She didn’t hesitate. Straddling him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and laid her mouth on his. His lips caressed hers, back and forth while his tongue dipped into her mouth, taking up the rhythm of love as he stroked her, in and out, to the suggestive beat of the jazz that played in the background.
His heat became hers, and his taste, so dark and subtly male, mingled with the taste of his brother on her tongue, creating the nectar she adored. Identical twins they might be, but their flavor differed, as did the feel of their mouths on hers.
Will their cocks feel different fucking me? Will their seed taste different on my tongue
?
Brian’s hands stroked her back and sides, his thumbs gracing the swell of her breasts while Chase’s hands smoothed over her lower back, his fingers trailing just across the top of her ass. Her nipples hardened, her slit moistened, and she gave in to the urge to press her pussy against Brian’s hard cock.
Brian weaned his lips from hers and planted tiny, butterfly kisses on her nose and cheeks. “Why don’t we take this party upstairs?”
“Yes, please.”
She hadn’t noticed Chase get to his feet. When he reached down and plucked her off his brother’s lap she squeaked, then giggled as she threw her arms around his neck.
“That’s right, sugar, you just hang on to me, and don’t let go.”
As he mounted the stairs with her in his arms, a wave of need swept over
her. It was a need, fierce and sharp, not just for the physical, but the emotional. “You, too. Please, don’t ever let go of me.”
He stopped with her in his arms as soon as he stepped into the bedroom. “Never, sugar.”
Brian ran his hand down her back and kissed her ear. “Swear to God, darlin’, we’ll never let you go.”
She’d seen the bed in this room, of course. Having heard a tale or two about the “Kendall-sized” or “Benedict-sized” beds—depending on who was doing the talking—had led her to do a little peeking when she’d been out at Kelsey’s, and Tracy’s.
The en suite bathroom here was to die for, and she’d been imagining the three of them together in the overlarge shower, claw-foot tub, and Jacuzzi.
What had intrigued her most about this suite, however, was that when she’d snooped in the closet and the dresser drawers in this room, she’d found no clothing in the room at all.
“You don’t use this bedroom.”
Chase set her down on her feet but held her close while Brian peeled back the spread and the top sheet.
When she’d last been in this room just a few days ago—she couldn’t resist peeking in that bathroom time and again and drooling—there’d been no sheets on the bed, just the top covering and bare pillows.
“We’ll use it now.”
Something in the way Brian said that as he approached aroused her curiosity. They both must have seen the questions in her eyes.
“I know you aren’t sure yet of what we are, the three of us, together.” Chase’s words came slow and deep. “But we are, sugar. We’re very sure.”
“The master bedroom, in our homes, is always empty, until there are lovers, together, to make it their own. Until there are
mates
.” Brian pressed his body against hers. He stroked his tongue along the shell of her ear. “We’re your mates, Carrie, just as you’re ours. And we’re about to claim you.”
Delicious shivers of horniness raced through her, pebbling her flesh and heating her blood. She rolled her hips forward to caress Chase’s denim-covered cock, and then backward to press against Brian’s.
“I don’t know what the future holds. I’m not there yet. But I know one thing without a doubt. I want you. I want you both. And I’ve never, ever wanted this way before.”
How could she not want and need them? From the first moment they enfolded her in their arms, it was as if her body had sighed in relief of finally,
finally
coming home. Her mind hadn’t caught up yet, but she knew if she didn’t take this chance, if she didn’t take what these two men were so sweetly offering, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
“But will you claim us both?” Chase cupped her face as Brian reached around from behind and gently eased her T-shirt out of the waistband of her capris.
She didn’t feel pressured, she felt torn. Was this even a little of what her sister had so recently gone through? Except, of course, Chloe had known she didn’t love Beck enough to marry him, to pledge herself to him for the rest of her life.
Carrie didn’t know that she didn’t, but she didn’t know that she did, either.
“Shh.” Chase used his thumbs to smooth her brow. “Don’t fret, sugar.” Yes, he could see the conflict and the concern on her face and in her eyes. He could read her, just as could Brian. And she could read them. She wanted to touch and taste and tease. She wanted to give and take and pleasure them both.
She wanted to be with them in every way imaginable. That had to count for something, didn’t it?
“I claim you, both of you, for now. I don’t
know
beyond that. Can that be enough? Oh,
please
let that be enough. I don’t want to disappoint you, either of you.”
“Darlin’, you could never disappoint us.” Brian eased her shirt up, and Carrie raised her arms so he could strip it from her body. She felt the catch of her bra let go, and Chase pulled it from her gently. He cupped her breasts in his large hands and used his thumbs and forefingers to pinch and pull at her nipples.
His actions sent a shaft of pure pleasure shooting down to her clit. Carrie whimpered, an inarticulate sound of yearning and need.
Her men must have understood her. Their answering murmurs, deep rumbling sounds without words, known to the elemental woman within her, made her pussy lips quiver and her juices flow.
“You’re wet, I can tell. I can smell you and the scent of you makes my cock hard and my mouth water.”
Chase’s bold declaration shot her arousal higher. She panted, licked her lips, and thrust her chest out toward him, offering him more of her breasts.
Brian had rested his chin on her shoulder and watched his brother play with her nipples. Now his hands slid around her waist from behind, and his nimble fingers set to work opening the snap and zipper of her capris.
He slipped his hands inside both her pants and the lacy briefs she had on beneath, and swept them over her hips, carrying them with him as he hunkered down behind her.
He bit her naked ass, and then sucked on the spot, soothing the small bite with his tongue.
That tiny bite of pain damn near made her come right then and there.
“You liked that, darlin’. We’ll have to see what else you like.”
He lifted her feet, one at a time, stripping her of clothing and the veneer of civilization.
Carrie felt wild and wanton as she ran her hands over Chase’s chest, and looked over her shoulder down at Brian who was still on his haunches behind her.
“Am I the only one getting naked, here? I want to touch you and feel you and taste you.”
“We’re going to get naked, don’t you worry, darlin’. We just need to enjoy you first before we strip.”
Brian ran his hands over her ass and then edged one hand between her knees. He began to stroke her right thigh, moving upward, until he dipped his fingers into her slit. Carrie felt her juices coating his fingers, and when he pulled them away from her, she felt bereft.
“She’s sopping,” he said. Then he sucked his fingers into his mouth. “And tasty, too.”
Carrie shivered, the sight of Brian sucking her nectar from his fingers the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
“Let’s get her on the bed so we can feast on her,” Chase said. “I want to drink some of that Carrie-juice for myself.” He stepped back and smiled at her.
Brian surged to his feet and lifted her in his arms in one smooth motion. He laid her in the middle of the enormous bed, and then followed her down. Chase followed suit and Carrie grinned, for she had a fully clothed man stretched out on either side of her. Brian used a finger under her chin to turn her face to his. Then he closed his mouth over hers, his lips hot and wet and avid as he kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue, and the dark flavor seduced her. She sank into his kiss, opening her mouth wide to him. Her tongue began to tangle with his, and he laid a hand on her head, as if he needed to keep her in place, keep her from escaping.
She reached her right hand up and touched his face, using a light brush of her fingers to stroke his cheek. She loved the feel of the beard stubble, loved the roughness of it against her skin.
He released her lips and she felt another touch, so she turned, and opened her mouth, surrendering to another pair of lips and invading tongue.
She sucked Chase’s tongue into her mouth, stroking it the way she fully intended to stroke his cock. Then she moaned against his mouth as she felt Brian bend over her and lick her nipple.
He licked it again and then sucked it into his mouth. The sensation was hot and thrilling, and Carrie rubbed her tongue against Chase’s as his brother continued to suckle her. She rolled her hips, the action instinctive in response to the shafts of pleasure shooting through her.
Brian groaned against her breast, and the vibration of the sound on her wet flesh added even more arousal.
Then Chase stroked down the left side of her body, over her breast, down, through the very thin strip of hair above her slit.
Carrie cried out, breaking their kiss, as he speared his fingers into her cunt. In and out he finger-fucked her, and she felt him opening his fingers, caressing her all over inside, as if searching for something. She didn’t know what he hit, but she jerked with something close to an electric shock when he did. He grinned then and stroked his thumb over her clit, rubbed that inner spot again and she came.
“
Oh, God
!” The ecstasy of this orgasm eclipsed all of her senses, far beyond anything she’d ever even imagined. Tingling, fiery lightning bolts of rapture washed over her in wave after wave of pleasure.
She floated back to earth, a drifty kind of sinking that left her feeling drained of every ounce of strength and will.
Brian had stopped suckling her, and instead laid his cheek on her chest just below her right breast. Chase had eased his fingers out of her pussy, though he still touched her. He placed his hand flat over her slit, his fingers gently pressing against her opening.
“You’re beautiful when you come, sugar. The look of bliss on your face made my cock even harder than it already was, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
He kissed her, just a quick, chaste buss. Then he eased off the bed to stand and look down at her. Brian moved to stand on the other side, but at the moment it was Chase who had all of her attention.
As his brother had done, he sucked his fingers into his mouth. Then he began to unbutton his shirt. “Can you guess what I’m going to do now? I’m going to bury my face in your pussy and lick and suck until you scream my name as you come. And as soon as you do, sugar, I’m going to fuck you.”
Carrie never knew she’d like dirty talk, never knew that it could turn her on and make her feel weak at the same time.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he peeled the clothes from his body. Every inch of him was beautiful, bronzed muscle, strong limbs, and, oh, mamma, a gorgeous and very big, hard cock.
She looked up to meet his gaze. His grin and the twinkle in his aqua eyes settled somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. That sexy little lightning-bolt scar seemed to pulse in time with his cock.
She turned her head to the right and watched intently as Brian finished shucking his clothes. As bronzed and muscled as Chase, his cock also stood erect, the head of it nearly reaching his navel.
Motion on her left drew her attention back to Chase. He reached over to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. Tearing the package open with his teeth, he winked at her as he pulled the rolled latex out and slowly, sexily, used his hand to stroke it down into place.
Oh, my God, that was so sexy
!
Brian stretched out beside her and took both her wrists in one hand. He loomed over her and grinned. “When Chase begins to fuck you, I want your mouth on my cock. Any objections to that plan, darlin’?”
Carrie never thought she would ever really want to have a man’s cock in her mouth. But just the thought of having
this
man’s cock between her lips, while she licked and sucked, turned her on. She’d been thinking about giving them blow jobs since she’d admitted to herself that she got turned on by them.
For an answer, she licked her lips.
Brian had done a good job of distracting her. The bed dipped by her feet and Chase was there, on his knees, his gaze on hers as he grasped her ankles, one in each hand.
He spread her legs slowly, opening her to not only his view, but to Brian’s as well.