Twins Make Four

I almost rolled my eyes, but refrained, understanding that he’d meant it as a compliment. Regardless, I hated when guys commented on my looks as if that alone should ensure my involvement in a happy relationship.

“Obviously I just said something that ticked you off. I’m sorry,” Preston said.

I waved my hand

dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”

Another silence passed between us, and I remained overly aware of the way he continued looking at me. And whether it was the alcohol or loneliness, I couldn’t tell, but something about him was drawing me in. I glanced back at him, taking in his appearance up close. He was still ridiculously handsome, but now that I was paying full attention, I noticed there was something different about him that I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Ultimately, I could only chalk it up to how long it had been since I’d last seen him. Who hadn’t changed since high school?

He cleared his throat. “I apologize in advance if I’m being too forward, Scarlet, but do you want to get out of here? I feel like I want to get to know you a little better, if you don’t mind.”

He gazed into my eyes, and I felt butterflies stirring low in my belly. I nodded. “Sure.”

CHAPTER 4

Scarlet

Preston pressed the light switch on and ushered me into his hotel room. The moment he locked his door behind him, I was kissing the hell out of him, moving my hands all over him. I had waited so long for this moment. High school was playful and light, but tonight was anything but.

He responded to me immediately, moaning into my mouth as he backed me to his bed. I tugged his shirt free of his jeans and worked on his buttons, flicking them open as our tongues crashed together.

He pulled my blouse off me, leaving me in my red lace bra, and leaned away to take a look. His beautiful gray eyes darkened instantly, drinking in my boobs that were barely contained with a bra, which left almost nothing to imagination.

“Jesus, Scarlet.” He groaned and went down on his knees, taking my breasts into his hands.

He massaged them over my bra, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, overwhelmed with a sudden burst of pleasure that made my mound throb. His thumbs brushed against my nipples, turning them into two hard pebbles, right before he pulled me closer and put his mouth on my right nipple.

“Ah...” I threw my head backward, shifting on my feet. “I like that.”

He muttered something into my skin and started sucking me over the thin material, which only added to the friction. I squirmed, gripping his shoulders more tightly. My nipples had always been too sensitive, so I loved when guys played with them. He was skilled, putting the right pressure with his tongue or lips, and he had yet to take off my bra.

As if he’d read my thoughts, he unclasped my bra and removed it, throwing it aside as he looked between my puckered nipples, devouring them with his eyes.

“So pink and perfect,” he mumbled and pressed his lips against my left nipple, twisting my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

My pussy was wet and warm, and I felt my juices soaking my undies. His other hand trailed my spine on its way to my ass. He squeezed my ass cheek and moved his hand underneath my skirt, cupping my heated flesh.

I let a long moan out when his fingers slid under my panties, finding my pulsating clit. At the same time, his mouth closed around my nipple, and the double stimulation brought an intense pleasure that made me beg for more.

“Touch me,” I told him, my voice husky and unknown to me. “I need you to touch me.”

His eyes flashed with desire, and in the next moment he took my skirt and underwear off in one swift move, leaving me only in my high heels.

I felt exposed. And I liked it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered and dug his fingers into my ass, pressing his face right into my mound.

“Ah...” This was even better than what I’d had in mind, and I couldn’t resist rubbing myself against his face, his 5 o’clock beard giving me exactly the kind of friction I needed. “Right there...” He nibbled my clit, and my world started spinning. “Oh, yes...”

He moved my hips up and down, guiding me on his face as his tongue and lips worked me, and my legs started convulsing. The pleasure was too much, and I knew I was going to come pretty soon if he kept doing this.

He didn’t, though. As if he’d decided to tease me, he broke our contact and stood up, his eyes smoldered. He started undressing, never taking his eyes off of my body.

“You make me so hard, Scarlet. Touch me.” He took my hand and placed it over his crotch, letting me feel him.

I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft, my mouth becoming dry when I realized just how big and thick he was. I couldn’t help but compare it to my previous lovers, especially when he got rid of all his clothes, standing in front of me in all his glory. His rigid flesh was pulsating, several veins creating an intricate pattern around it, which made me want to run my tongue along it and taste the bead of his precum that was now pouring out of his tip.

He hissed when I dropped to my knees and took him into my hands, running my fingers along its sides. “Fuck.”