“Like what you see?” Ryan asked, slapping me on the butt. He wrapped his arms around me from the back, pressing his hi**ps against me.
My stubborn self flashed red and demanded that I push the gorgeous man away, but I had fallen far too deep.
“Hey, we’re not going to touch her just yet, remember?” Riley entered and tugged Ryan away. “We promised Kristie we’d take care of her.” In his grasp was an ice pack. He handed it to me, seemingly concerned.
I held it there without doing anything at first, not sure how to react to unexpected kindness. Then I put it on my eye. It stung a bit at first but eased the swelling after a while.
Confused, I said, “I thought that we were here to…” My voice trailed off because I got too embarrassed.
Riley patted me on the head. “Kristie told us about what happened. You’ve had a long day and need to rest. How is your eye?”
“Feeling better.”
Ryan crossed his arms. “I honestly don’t see why we can’t—she’s obviously willing.”
“Calm down. Mom taught us to be gentlemen, not whores.”
At first, I let my foolish mind wonder if Riley had lost interest in me, but when I saw the two of them walking out with distinct hard-ons bulging in their pants, I realized that he had been trying to be nice.
Perhaps I judged them a little too early.
***
The brothers invited me to watch television with them in the living room, but as I looked at the cooking lady chopping up vegetables and carrots, all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss the both of them—aggressively.
“What is the point of coming here, anyway?” I asked. “You both could’ve just sent me back to my apartment. I can rest perfectly fine there.”
“We thought you might’ve wanted to get away from the paparazzi,” Ryan responded. The sweet gesture nearly touched my heart but I had to think they planned something more sinister.
His hands constantly lingered on my inner thighs and I let him do as he pleased, sometimes spreading my legs slightly to give him better access. Ryan’s fingers had somehow slithered their way into my panties. They lightly brushed over my folds and I held back a whimper.
It caught Riley’s attention. “What in the world are you doing?”
“She clearly wants it, might as well give it to her.”
I bucked my hi**ps against Ryan’s digits. “I’m not sure if we should be doing this.” My body clearly wasn’t reacting to the way I tried to direct it. Actually, my mind wasn’t reacting properly, either. Admiring the sexiness of these two males for the last two hours had completely dissolved all my resolve.
I’d never felt so lusty and wanton before. All my life, I had jerks as boyfriends, each of them barely adept with bedroom skills. The thrill of single life again renewed my need for a good sex experience. Maybe the added heat of having two twins longing to f**k me caused me to act this way, too. The expertise Ryan and Riley had with their fingers was an added bonus.
Ryan gripped the hair at the back of my head and forcefully pushed his lips against mine. His tongue commanded its entrance and I gave it eagerly. They danced with each other, fighting for dominance, and I was quickly taken over as his tongue slipped deeper, inching its way down my throat.
“Fuck it,” Riley said. I faintly made out the distant unzipping of his trousers. Another pair of arms joined Ryan’s, snaking their way toward my bre**asts. I peeked at his crotch with a sideways glance. His co**ck was already out and completely hard.
Ryan moved away, leaving a dull ache behind on my mouth. “Aw, I thought I didn’t have to share.”
“Like hell, I’ve been waiting for this since last Friday. You’re not going to have her all to yourself.”
The voices of the twins became deeper and rougher, tainted by their lust. Riley led my fingers to his member again and guided them to stroke it before I took over myself.
“You always get the fun to yourself,” Ryan whined. He shredded his pants and stood up; I came face to face with his co**ck. It bobbed up and down, inviting me to taste it.
I hesitantly flicked my tongue over the head, which made Ryan groan. He adjusted it so it was easier to fit into my mouth. I reeled up my confidence and wrapped my lips over his co**ck. It was a challenge to fit the entire massiveness of it in my mouth; I had to hold my breath to reach its base, and I couldn’t keep that up for long. The taste of pre**-cum was salty and musky; there was nothing pleasant about it, but the dirtiness of the act made my pus**sy tighten.
Riley moved lower. He removed my skirt in a brutish manner, not caring much for its delicate fabric. My panties went off next, and the next sensation I felt was his nose brushing against my bare cunt with his thumb rolling around my cl**it.