Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I expected to be self-conscious around them, but they’re making me feel like a goddess.
When it nearly starts to become too much — when I feel like I could almost come just from their breast play — I put my hands on their heads and take a step back. My words come out in short huffs, like I've just been working out. “Okay, I’ve paid the price of admission. It’s your turn.”
They stop, though they make it clear that it’s with reluctance. From behind me, Maddox wraps his arms around me, casually stroking the curve of my breast as he hugs me close against him.
“Want us to put on our show costumes?” Diesel asks with a grin.
“I don’t want you to put anything on. I want you to take everything off,” I say, stretching one hand toward him while I reach behind me to get a fistful of Maddox’s shirt. The men laugh at my teasing frustration and lead me over to the couch. Maddox sits first and brings me down to lean against him, my back still to his front. He seems unwilling to break contact with my body, his hands still roaming, squeezing, caressing. When I tip my head up to look at him, he meets me with a kiss, his tongue sliding against mine.
Chase sits next to me and leans in for his own kiss when I part from Maddox. I’ve never been so needy for sex in my life. I’m so focused on the two men sitting next to me that I nearly don’t realize what’s about to happen in front of me.
They’ve changed the music. It’s still R&B but with a sultrier, driving beat. Dodge and Diesel are standing side by side facing me. They start swaying along with the song, and I almost want to laugh out of nervousness, because this is such an unreal situation that I’m in, but I’m immediately mesmerized by their movements. They’re so in sync, and though I’ve gotten used to noticing each of their unique qualities, I’m struck once again by how identical they are, and how well coordinated their movements can be.
They’re both in jeans as usual. Dodge is in a white button-down shirt open at the neck and Diesel’s wearing a red t-shirt, and their hair is different — Dodge’s is more smooth and Diesel’s more unruly — but the way they roll their hips is exactly the same, and I’m transfixed as, in unison, they start to remove their shirts. Even though Diesel’s could be a simple pull-over-the-head-and-done removal, he teases it, sliding the bottom of his t-shirt up and stretching it down, flexing and posing to fill time as his brother deftly undoes a button at a time, more of his broad chest coming in to view as he goes.
When Dodge is fully unbuttoned, their movements sync again, and a few seconds later, their shirts are off and lying in my lap, where they’ve tossed them. Now there is a feast of muscles for my eyes, from strong, thick shoulders down to lean, tight abs, two sets of everything, all moving along with the music exclusively for my enjoyment.
Some of their actions are similar to what I saw at the club, but having their full focus on me — and knowing where the night is headed — makes this an entirely different experience. Both of them hold eye contact as their bodies gyrate and flex. While I’m watching them, Maddox’s thumb and forefinger toy with one of my nipples while Chase sucks on the other.
The tip of Maddox’s nose brushes across my cheekbone and he nibbles my earlobe before whispering, “Next time, Chase and I will dance for you.”
I wasn’t planning for there to be a next time, and something tells me it will be best if there isn’t, but from where I’m sitting right now and with the sensations that I’m already experiencing, I know it will be hard to say no to any invitations they offer in the future.
With the twins down to their jeans, I’m wondering what will happen next. As far as I can tell, they’re wearing normal pants, not specially-made tearaway ones like they ripped off during their stage show. I’m treated to a tantalizing surprise when, in unison, and after some teasing at the snaps, they each slide their zippers down to reveal that they’re not wearing underwear.
And unlike during the show, nothing is left to my imagination. Two long, thick cocks spring free from their confinement, and my mouth waters. Both Dodge and Diesel take their cocks in hand and stroke down their lengths. They’re built much bigger than my ex, and I wonder if I’ll be able to take them, or if it will hurt. Somehow, I don’t think I’ll mind any pain that may accompany the pleasure.