Beast Brothers 2

I bury my head in her hair and stay that way a long moment. Zoe doesn’t seem to mind; she’s stroking my hair, my back, seemingly content with my weight. Finally, I get myself up on an elbow. “Hey.”

“Hey.” She says it softly, returning my smile. Something’s there in her eyes, just for a moment, that bothers me, but it’s gone too quickly to pin anything down.

Lucas is on his side next to us, head on his hand. “Anybody hungry?” he says.

Now that he mentions it … “I could eat.” I look to Zoe. “You?”

“I love food,” she says with a grin, and it sounds like a double or even triple entendre.

“Food for everyone,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows, and roll off her to make my own bathroom visit. When I come out, my brother has given her his robe and pulled on a pair of sweats. I raid his dresser for another pair and follow them out to the kitchen.

Everything’s going great. It’s one of the most memorable nights of my life. So why do I have a funny feeling in my chest?

10

I’m Always Ready

Lucas

I’m not particularly hungry, but I don’t want Zoe to get any thoughts about leaving. First we’ll refuel, then we’ll move on to round two.

“What do you have a taste for?” I ask, as I fill a glass with water for her.

“Hmmm…”

While she considers, I study her hair. It was smooth and sleek earlier; now it’s sexily mussed, and she has the glow of a well-fucked woman. I’m looking forward to even more mess and satisfaction.

“Salty and sweet,” she says.

I dig in the cupboard for pretzels and chips while Alex helps himself to water. I don’t eat a lot of sweets, so I’m stumped for a moment, but then I see a jar of chocolate hazelnut spread.

“Ooh, my favorite,” Zoe says.

“Want something else to drink? Another scotch?” I ask. “I don’t think you had a chance to finish yours at the bar.”

She gives me a wicked smile that threatens to tent my loose pants. “No, water’s fine.”

“Have any beer?” Alex asks, and I wave him toward the fridge. It’s weird having someone else around after sex. Part of me can’t quite believe what just happened — especially how much I enjoyed it.

Of course, I got off on having Zoe — any heterosexual man would — but sharing her with Alex was hot, way more than I’d expected. Maybe because it was so clear how much she was into our threesome.

She’s leaning back against the counter, the robe falling open to reveal the beautiful length of her leg. I step in close as I reach for a chip, and then stay close, running my free hand along that bare leg.

I dip a pretzel stick into the chocolate and offer it up to her lips. “Eat up. You’re going to need energy later.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh, am I?” She closes her lips around the pretzel and then uses her tongue to pull it into her mouth. My cock jerks against her hip and she purrs like a kitten. Make that a tiger. There’s nothing kittenish about Zoe Kelleher.

I wipe a drop of chocolate from beside her lip and push the tip of my finger into her mouth. “We’re going to give you a lot more orgasms.”

She turns on that sultry smile, and I’m not sure I can wait to get all the way back to the bedroom. “Orgasms,” she intones, the mock solemnity of her voice in stark contrast to the rest of her expression. “The food of the gods.”

“Maybe you’re ready for another one now?” I say.

“I’m always ready, baby,” Zoe says, running a hand across my bare chest. I have no doubt she means it.

She pulls me in and kisses me, and while our lips are locked, I scoop her up and set her on the edge of the island countertop. I haven’t tasted Zoe yet, and I don’t intend to wait any longer for the pleasure.

11

Slammed Shut

Zoe

I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters, and not all of them have been satisfying. When I’ve shared stories with my besties, Mega and Tara, they have once or twice suggested that I may be too much for some men.

I would argue that some of those men were not enough for me.

Those disappointing experiences flash quickly through my mind in sharp contrast to what is happening right now.

Lucas hoists me up in one quick motion and I squeal with delight. He sets me on the counter, spreads my legs, and dives into me with his tongue before I can even catch my breath. I’m still savoring my last bite of Nutella, and he’s licking my folds like I’m his favorite snack.

I glance at Alex, who’s watching with interest. His eyes meet mine, and his mouth curves up in a grin. Then Lucas pushes a finger inside, at the same time flicking my clit with his tongue, and I throw my head back with pleasure.

I grip the edge of the counter tightly as my toes curl and my eyes roll back. “Oh yes!” I cry.

Alex steps up, reaches past me, and presents a finger full of creamy chocolate. I wiggle with delight as he spreads it over my breasts before leaning in to lick it off of my skin.

When he’s eaten it all, and my nipples are hard and wanting more, he digs in for more of the sweet spread, but this time, he has other ideas. Lucas pauses for a moment as his brother slowly trails his finger along my outer lips, and over my clit, then pulls away.

As Alex licks the remaining chocolate from his finger, making a point of having me watch him do it, Lucas gets right down to the business of savoring the chocolate from my most pleasurable places. I wiggle and moan, and push myself against him, needy for more.

Alex presses me backward so that I’m flat on the countertop, and then decorates my chest with another helping of the chocolate. As he licks it from me, using broad, swirling strokes of his tongue, and his brother’s tongue plunges in and out of me and circles my clit, I feel my pleasure rising in a similar spiralling pattern.

I’m spread out like a banquet, with not one, but two men feasting on my body, and that thought pushes me up over the peak, sending me flying over the other side.

“Oh god, oh yes!” I buck on the countertop, push myself against Lucas’s mouth, and wrap my legs around his head as I start to come. My hands dig into Alex’s back and I soar higher and higher.

As I come back down to earth, Lucas kisses a trail down my thighs, while Alex cups my face in his palm and plants a deep but tender kiss on my mouth. I sigh against him. “Best snack ever.”

r />   “That was just an appetizer,” he says with a wicked grin. “Let’s get back to the main course.” He picks me up and carries me back to the bedroom, Lucas at his side.

I wake up feeling chilled and find myself alone in the bed. Noises and smells from outside the room tell me that one or both of the twins are cooking breakfast.

I pull a blanket toward me, curl up, and take a long moment to enjoy the feeling of being naked in bed, my body relaxed but energized, a warm, happy glow filling me from head to toe. A few choice images from last night come to mind, and my face breaks into a smile.

I lost track of how many orgasms they gave me, of how many I gave them. They had an amazing amount of stamina — times two! Eventually, all overlapping, entangled and completely spent, the three of us fell asleep together. It was glorious.

I’m still reveling in the memories when I notice that the ribbon of light at the edge of the blinds is awfully bright. Crap, I have to work today!

I find a clock and see that I have enough time to get ready, but not much to spare. Reluctantly, I pull myself out of bed.

After a shower, I wrap Lucas’s robe around me and stride out to collect my clothes. I’m greeted with “morning, babe” from Lucas, who’s cooking at the stove, and and “good morning, beautiful” from Alex, who’s pouring juice at the counter. They’re both in the same sweats from last night, and attractively bare chested. Morning stubble on their unshaven faces only makes them look more yummy.

The small dining table is set with plates, cups, and even cloth napkins, and I feel bad that I’m about to run out. For about one half of a second, I consider calling off work so that I can have a relaxed breakfast with these two sexy brothers, and enjoy anything else that might happen afterward.