Beast Brothers

My stomach drops at the reminder of how many women they must have had in this bed with them, but I push the thoughts firmly aside. Tonight I have them to myself, and that’s all that matters. Cody lays me down, and then he and Brock are on either side of me.

“Sweetheart,” Brock says behind me, and my heart lurches. Sexy, flirting nicknames are one thing; I never expected terms of endearment. I push that aside too, as fast as I can. Just one night, I remind myself; this is just for tonight.

“Megan?” Brock says, a thread of concern in his voice. I shove my freakout down deep and force myself to answer.

“Yeah?” My voice sounds almost normal, at least for a situation like this — if normal is a word that can even be applied to having a threesome with the Beast Brothers.

“Have you ever done this before?” His tone is gentle, filled with the same tenderness I saw in Cody’s eyes. Really, they’ve got to stop being so nice to me.

I swallow. “Two guys, you mean?” Cody’s watching me, and there’s something in his expression that makes my heart want to scurry away to a dark corner and hide, to protect itself from all the emotions that threaten to overwhelm me.

“Yeah,” Brock says, trailing a finger down my arm.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. I don’t want to bring Jason into the room with us, so I don’t tell them that except for some fumbling around in high school and early college, I’ve never really been with anyone else. If they knew how inexperienced I really am, they might change their minds.

“What’s in your head?” Cody says softly. Dammit, I’m not hiding my thoughts and feelings well at all, am I?

“Nothing,” I lie instinctively, and his eyes narrow.

“Megan,” he says warningly, and a thrill chases down my spine at easygoing Cody getting stern with me. He may not have the same in-your-face intensity as Brock does, but he’s clearly no pushover. “Do I need to turn you over my knee?”

“What?” I gasp, ignoring the sensation that surges through me. But there’s no hiding it; Cody’s eyes go dark as his gaze drops to my nipples, which have tightened into hard peaks and are poking firmly against the silky fabric of my bra.

“Damn,” Brock says, and I realize he’s up on an elbow, looking over my shoulder at the same telltale view. “We’ll have to put that on the agenda.”

“You guys,” I say, desperately trying to stop this runaway train. But at least it’s gotten us off the topic of me sharing my feelings.

The next moment, Cody dashes my hopes. “You didn’t answer my question,” he says. I’ll have to answer, because I have no doubt he’ll follow through on his threat, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that right now. Although the idea of him spanking me does get me hot and bothered — something else I never would have expected.

“I don’t have a lot of experience,” I say, going with a partial truth. “I don’t want you to think I’m boring.”

The tension leaves Cody’s face and he smiles. Behind me, Brock chuckles. “Don’t worry, babe,” he says. “Just be yourself and let us take care of you.”

“But I want to take care of you too,” I say stubbornly.

“Plenty of time for that,” he says, his lips brushing the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder, making me shiver. “Tonight, we’ll go easy on you.”

“No,” I say immediately.

Cody’s eyebrows go up, and the watchful look is back. “No?”

I don’t want to tell the twins this is the only night I plan to spend with them. If they wanted to, they could easily change my mind. But since it is our only night, I want it all, everything I can get from the two of them, with no regrets later about what I didn’t do or try.

But I’m not going to tell them that. “No holding back,” is what I say instead.

Cody strokes the back of his finger across my cheekbone. “Megan …”

“Please,” I say, trying to find some way to persuade them without giving myself away. “I can handle it. I don’t want you to go easy on me.”

He looks over my shoulder, and I know he’s meeting Brock’s eyes. And when Cody’s gaze fills with dark heat, I know I’ve won. “If you’re sure,” Brock says behind me.

“I’m sure.” I manage a smile.

One side of Cody’s mouth quirks up. “As our lady wishes,” he says softly, and I get a funny feeling in my chest.

And then I can’t do anything but feel.

Brock rolls me to my back, his mouth coming down on mine. In seconds, the kiss turns scorching. My hands are frantic, touching him everywhere I can reach while Cody deftly slips off my sandals and unzips my jeans. He tugs them down along with my panties, and suddenly I’m naked from the waist down.

They sit me up long enough to peel off my top. My bra follows, and then I’m totally naked while both of them are still dressed. Again. It hardly seems fair, but the brothers don’t give me time to protest.

Pushing me gently back down, Brock kisses me again, a deep, hungry kiss. My hands push into his hair, gripping his head, holding him to me. Cody’s hands wander down my body, then push my thighs apart.

And then his mouth is on me.

I go wild, kissing Brock with everything in me while I writhe against Cody. He keeps my legs spread wide, pinning me down with his powerful forearms, while he feasts on me like a starving man, licking, sucking, exploring me with his tongue.

Brock has a hand under my head, while the other teases my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, plucking at the stiff peak, then twisting gently.

Sensation gathers in my core, building with unbelievable speed, then breaks free in a red-hot burst of pleasure. I buck against Cody’s mouth, while he keeps me tight against him, his hands under my ass, his tongue never stopping.

I moan against Brock’s mouth as Cody sends me up and over not once, but twice, the second orgasm overtaking me before I’ve even finished the first. The brothers continue to worship my body as I ride the waves of pleasure. It’s both overwhelming and amazing to have two mouths and four hands on me, all working together to make me come.

After what feels like a blissful eternity, the two men shift away from me, and in beautiful coordination, they finally start to remove their clothing. I’d sit up to help them — I so badly want to touch them — but I’m temporarily, utterly spent. My energy returns with each button they undo, however, my eyes drinking in every beautiful inch of their flesh as it’s revealed to me.

Brock has his shirt off first, and I audibly gasp at the perfection of his torso. His chest is massive and hard; his tight, ripped abs angle toward a narrow happy trail leading down into the waistband of his pants. Beautiful, intricate tattoos on his shoulder and abdomen move with the play of his muscles. Gorgeous.

I somehow peel my eyes away from him to find a mirror image on display from Cody, except his tats are different, and in slightly different places. Good lord.

So much man. All for me. Then Cody unsnaps his fly, and I realize I’m not breathing.

Oh Wow

Megan

Everything about these brothers is so big, so hard, so beautiful. I watch intently as Cody pushes his pants and briefs down over his thick thighs. I draw in a sharp breath and simultaneously feel a new rush of desire at my core as I witness his big, beastly cock for the first time. It’s hugely impressive, to say the very least.

I look to Brock and find that he’s waited for my attention. I flick my gaze upward and see his grin, sexy and oh so cocky, and above that, his eyes heavy with lust. The sound of his zipper draws my focus back downward, where I watch him unleash his big monster.

I lick my lips involuntarily, stifling the hungry moan that wants to escape. I look between the men like a sugar addict in a candy store. Where do I start? How do I manage this?

But they don’t leave me to make any hard decisions.

Cody crawls back down beside me and rolls me onto my side to face him. Behind me, I hear the sound of foil tearing, and then Brock lifts my leg and I feel the thick head o

f his cock at my entrance.

“So beautiful,” he whispers as he nudges the tip between my dripping wet folds. From behind, he starts to push inside me, inch by glorious inch. In front of me, Cody’s eyes are fixed on my face, drinking in every change in my expression as his brother slowly fills me.

“Oh, god,” I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head. Cody pulls my leg forward so it’s draped over him. When I manage to look at him again, I’m stunned by the fierce joy on his face.