Beast Brothers

Cody approaches with my drink and Brock joins us. For a moment, we’re quiet, all of us staring out across the city, though I’m sure they must be used to the view.

“Where are you from?” I ask. Though they get a lot of media coverage, most of it is about their game style, the fact that they’re twins, or even their playboy reputations off the field. I haven’t heard much about their histories except for the college they attended.

“Right here,” Cody says.

“Grew up over there across the river,” Brock says, gesturing to an older, rundown part of town, an area you might not want to be after dark. His tone is clipped, but I detect some pride in his voice.

“Hometown heroes? How did I not know that?” I say.

“You know how it goes,” Brock says, setting his bottle down. “Heroes always get the girl.”

With that comment, he backs me up to the window. The chill from the cold glass cuts through my shirt as the heat of Brock’s body burns against my front. I’m engulfed by him and I instantly surrender.

I expect him to kiss me, but instead he takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs. He runs his tongue along the side of my neck, sending hot sensations shooting down my body and straight back up to my clit, faster than I can catch my breath.

I struggle to hold onto my beer as Brock’s mouth travels lower and his hand pushes one side of my shirt off my shoulder. He nips at the swell of skin above my bra, then whispers huskily in my ear, “I’m going to make you scream.” He pulls my ear into his mouth again, sucks on it and releases it slowly. “But you won’t be crying for help. You’ll be begging for more.”

My body temperature shoots up like a rocket, my core melting at Brock’s words. A hand wraps around mine and the beer bottle disappears. Cody. I’d almost forgotten about him with Brock so completely overwhelming my senses.

As if only now remembering him too, Brock smoothly eases to one side and Cody steps in. The city lies behind me, and a solid wall of double male perfection stands in front of me. Oh my fucking god.

Good thing I’m supported by the windows, or I might faint. And I don’t want to miss a minute of this.

Earlier today I thought I must have done something bad in a past life, but now I know I must have been very, very good, and I’m being rewarded tonight with the promise of unbelievable pleasure. I stretch a hand up to each of their shoulders, my arms spread wide to reach them, and I pull them closer.

Brock’s focus returns to my chest while Cody moves in to bring his mouth to mine. The last thing I see before I close my eyes to better savor the sensations, are the two dark heads bent over me. Maybe I’m still in my bed, having the best dream ever, but it all feels wonderfully real.

Cody’s lips are soft, gentle at first, in contrast to Brock taking ownership of me, pulling one cup of my bra aside as he bites and sucks a path toward my hard nipple.

I taste beer on Cody, then as he kisses me more deeply, there’s an indefinable but delicious flavor that is his own. He runs his tongue smoothly across my upper lip and I touch it with mine. I bury my fingers in his soft, thick hair and pull his head closer, wanting to amp up the intensity of our kiss to match the sensations Brock is cr

eating at my breast.

As if they’re used to working together — of course they are, but I push that thought away quickly before it spoils the moment — the brothers both break contact with me at the same time, giving Brock the opportunity to pull my shirt over my head. Cody reaches behind me and unhooks my bra more smoothly than I ever manage.

My upper body is now completely bare to them, my nipples pebbled into tight peaks. I glance down and see red marks on my chest from Brock’s aggressive play.

“Oh, Megalicious,” Cody says, his voice husky with appreciation. “We’re gonna need a new nickname for you.” His eyes are fixed on my breasts in a way that makes them swell in response.

“Curvalicious,” Brock says in a deep voice so at odds with such a silly word.

“Tata-licious,” Cody one-ups him.

“Oh my god, you two. You act like you’ve never seen breasts before.” Starting to feel embarrassed, I move to cover myself, but Brock grabs my arm.

“Oh no you don’t,” he says. Gathering both of my wrists in one hand, he raises my arms above me and pins them to the window.

What I’ve Been Missing

Megan

Both heads move in again as if synchronized; then there’s a wet tongue on each of my nipples, and I almost come just from the thrill of it. They suck on my hardened peaks for a blissful eternity and it brings me close, but I need more.

Delicious tension builds and I twist under Brock’s hold. He picks up on my frustration and unsnaps my jeans. Cody’s hands are at my waist; he lifts me, and Brock whisks my pants off as easily as Cody relieved me of my bra.

My wet panties peel away with my jeans, and I am completely naked, standing before the fully-dressed Beast Brothers. How exactly did this happen? And was it really less than twenty-four hours ago that I kicked my loser ex to the curb, packed up and left my whole life behind?

I have definitely moved on — to a completely different realm. I no longer feel like I’m in my bed dreaming. No, I’m certain that I have actually died and gone straight to heaven.

Brock has released my hands, so I take the opportunity to reach for the men, but before I make contact, Cody lifts me up off the floor again in one swift motion. He backs me up to the window once more; his hands support my ass, and my legs are draped over his thick forearms. I’m spread wide, completely open to him. His face is … well, his face is right where I want it to be.

As I mentioned, I’m not a tiny girl, but Cody’s hold on me is so steady and firm, I feel nearly weightless. I lean back onto the cold glass behind me as he moves into me and dips his tongue into my wet pussy. Oh god. I moan as he swirls his tongue in my juices and then runs it over my clit.

“Megalicious,” he says, drawing the word out long and slow, almost a growl. Suddenly, I don’t mind the nickname one bit.

As I wait for him to make contact again, all of me aching for more, Brock edges in, nudging Cody to the side and taking hold of one of my legs himself. They’re going to fucking share me. At the same time.

Two gorgeous faces are in front of me, two matching sets of dark eyes laser-focused on my most private, needy place, two dark heads of soft brown hair fighting for space, taking turns tasting me. It is a scene that is well and truly beyond my wildest dreams.