Penny’s words echoed in Paige’s head as she padded to the front door, her buttocks clenching at the thought of invasion. The first thing she’d done upon waking this morning was call her sister and ask about what to expect from the two toys Troy mentioned. Her nipples were virgins to anything other than human fingers and mouths, and no one had dared touch her between her cheeks until last week. The brush and press of Troy’s thumb against that taboo orifice had delivered an eye-opening array of new sensations, which left her open to exploring other possible pleasures that untried body part offered. Penny’s assertions about the nipple huggers and plug helped ease Paige’s mind over trying them, but she still balked at parading around naked under her skirt.
It had taken a supreme effort on her part to bite back a negative retort to Troy’s clothing dictate last night. Reining in the urge to exert her independence this afternoon may prove to be the biggest challenge. Her libido, the traitorous bitch, wasn’t helping matters by being unable to decide which brother she craved more, regardless of their dominant high-handedness.
She ran clammy hands down the white denim skirt she’d purchased that morning along with the blue and white striped knit top and then reached for the door handle. Straight up 1:00 she opened the door to the mouthwatering sight of Troy and Trevor on her doorstep.
“Ready and dressed for an ocean cruise,” Trevor stated before tipping up her chin with two fingers and brushing her mouth with his. Sauntering inside, he used those same fingers to graze over her nipples without pausing a step, the light touch enough to leave the nubs puckered and cause her breath to stutter.
Troy stepped forward, and before she could wrap her mind around his intent, he gripped her hair and tugged her head back for his hard lip lock. The sharp yank on her scalp tightened the coil in her abdomen and drew a small drip of cream from her pussy lips. Together, they presented a potent concoction Paige wanted more than anything to stir up before tasting.
Turning from his perusal around the small living area, Trevor cocked his head and regarded her for a solemn moment before asking, “Do you still want to come with us today?”
The hint of mirth dancing around his mouth drew her attention to the double entendre she knew he intended with the word ‘come’. The fact Paige grew as warm under Trevor’s amused regard as she did with Troy’s sterner approach still baffled her. “Yes, of course.” She waved a hand down her skirt. “As you can see, I wore what Troy instructed, and,” tossing both men a teasing, impish grin, she flipped up the front of the skirt, “I left off my underthings.” Dropping her skirt, her look turned smug until Troy wiped it from her face with a few, succinct words.
“Excellent. That means you’re ready to bend over the sofa.”
Taking her hand, Trevor led her to the small couch. “Come on, sugar. Let’s get you decked out and on the road. We have a thirty-minute drive ahead of us.”
Paige could tell by their watchful gazes they expected her to argue, so she did the opposite and bent over, bracing her hands on the sofa without a word. A pregnant moment of silence followed and then Troy’s angry voice whipped out, startling her with his low growl.
“Who did this?” Lifting her right hand, he held out her wrist with the small purple bruises surrounding it.
Paige had completely forgotten about the marks Evans’ grip had left behind, but she wasn’t about to turn over his name to the two men regarding her with affronted scowls. The cop with an attitude toward her was her problem, one she could handle just fine without the brothers’ interference.
“A customer got grabby last night. I took care of it, so let it go. Please,” she tacked on when they stood there in ticked off silence while preparing to debate the issue. Pulling her hand from Troy’s light grip, she bent back over the sofa and flipped them another taunting grin. “You were saying?” She didn’t have long to wait until fingers skimmed up the backs of her thighs, hiking up the skirt as they traveled over her exposed buttocks.
“We’ll discuss that later. Now, relax. Exhale, and it’ll be easier.” Troy dug his thumbs into her cheeks and spread them to expose her puckered, private back entrance.
Paige wiggled her hips in embarrassment, attempting to dislodge his grip while saying nothing, but all that earned her was a sharp slap on her thigh. “Ow!” It wasn’t pain that drew her startled cry, but the shock of burning pleasure traveling up her core. Mortified by that quick response, she tossed a glare toward Trevor’s smug face, and forgot about her plans to turn the tables on them as she snapped, “That was uncalled for.”
“I disagree. Now be still. We’re using the smallest plug, so there should be very little pain.” He reached into his jeans pocket and extracted a short chain with two rubber loops attached at each end. “I’m looking forward to seeing what your nipples look like dressed up in these huggers.”
Since the burn on her thigh had the audacity to travel into her sheath and distract her, Paige ignored him and faced the seat again. She didn’t try to figure out whose fingers now held her cheeks apart and who was prodding her anus with a slick, round bulb until Troy uttered another command.
“Deep breath, Paige.”
She inhaled, and the object entered her untried orifice with a plop and a pinch of discomfort that gave way to a slow, burning stretch as he pushed forward. Her chest grew tight with her held breath. Tingles raced up and down the walls of her rectum while goosebumps popped up on her skin. Another plop and she could feel the round flat rubber base resting against her opening. Paige released her pent-up breath on a whoosh as they helped her stand, and then sucked it in again when the plug rolled inside her, setting off sparks she was ill-prepared for.
“Oh,” she breathed in surprise at the myriad of sensations spreading throughout her lower body.
“I think she likes it, bro. Let’s see if you enjoy the nipple clamps as much, sugar.” Trevor pulled the short top up, exposing her unfettered breasts. The sudden brush of cool air puckered her nipples into even tighter nubs, but it was their hot gazes responsible for the slow rise of arousal swirling through her body.
They dipped their heads, their breaths fanning over her nipples before their mouths latched on to the aching buds. “Holy shitnoodles!” She felt the tugs on her distended tips all the way to her curled toes, and she gripped a wad of their thick hair in each hand, desperate to anchor herself against the light starbursts of pleasure. Teeth nibbles followed, the stinging nips soothed by dual tongue strokes that robbed her of much needed air. Trevor’s whiskered scruff scratched her tender skin, the little prickles both ticklish and arousing. She wasn’t ready for them to cease their erotic torture, but that didn’t stop them from pulling back and looping the rubber clamps around her now damp, swollen nipples. A quick tug, and the loops tightened enough to keep them in position, leaving her tips to throb with a dull ache. Troy yanked her top back down, stopping her from reaching up to rub over the dull throbbing.
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nbsp; Trevor didn’t give Paige time to object or complain before leading her out the door. “You’ll be fine, now let’s go.”
Nestled between the brothers on the front seat of a four-door, dark blue SUV, the press of their hard thighs and arms against her, the constant, dull throb of her nipples and the unaccustomed full sensation of her rectum kept her too distracted to enjoy the scenic drive down the coastal highway. A slow hum of pleasure seeped into her veins, the warm sluggish flow robbing her of conversation until Troy broke the silence upon leaving the city.
“I like your house, Paige. Have you and Penny lived there long?”
“Ever since we moved in with our grandmother when we were toddlers. It was just us, Mom and Nana when we were growing up.”
“Where are they now?” Trevor asked, turning toward her, his fingers toying with the ends of her hair.
Paige tried to shrug off the pang of loss, but from the close way these two watched for her reactions to both their touch and their probing questions, she doubted she could hide anything from them. “Dead. What about you? Do you have family nearby?”
“There’s just Ray.”
Troy’s short, blunt answer didn’t invite prying, but that was too bad. If they could, she could. “And who’s Ray?”
She couldn’t miss the way Troy glared at Trevor over her head before he stated, “You started this.”
“Troy doesn’t like to talk about our parents’ death in a car accident when we were fourteen. Zachary Allen-Vancuren, whom you’ll be meeting soon, is one of five guys we met the summer we turned fifteen.” He paused a moment, shifted his gaze to Troy, who frowned but said nothing, and then added, “At a camp for juvenile delinquents.”