Blind Date (A Why Choose Romance)

Like expert erotic-thrill generators, the men did things to my body—so many things and all at the same time. They got everything right. The pressure switched from soft and gentle to firm and pushing, from slow to fast, and then dropping back again. Their hands and mouths were everywhere.

They made me feel new sensations and took me to a level of arousal that I didn’t know was possible—taking me to the edge of orgasm so fast and keeping me there with teasing touches. It was exhilarating and liberating before they pushed me over.

Fingers, mouths, tongues: I couldn’t get enough.

I couldn’t stop my body writhing under their caresses as I called out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

In my mind, I wanted them in me, filling and fucking every hole, but I was too far gone to ask for that when I came for the first time.

“I have condoms,” I managed to say after getting my breath back. “Let me get them.” They were inside my underwear drawer, and I didn’t want to invite the guys to rummage in there.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

JAKE ROLLINS

Fuck isn’t the only four letter word that comes to mind.

I can’t say I wasn’t a little envious of my bro when he went down there to taste her pussy, but getting better acquainted with her fucking gorgeous big tits was not something to complain about.

She climbed off the bed to get condoms. Where the hell did she keep them? Why weren’t they right next to the bed?

Both Lewis and I were on our knees, eager to continue.

At least she didn’t have to leave the room.

And she pulled out a whole strip of them; there must have been six, which made me smile.

“Do you think that’ll be enough?” Kay asked with a wicked glint in her eyes.

She was my kind of girl, and that was one of the first moments when I thought I might be in love. I grinned right back at her like a lovesick and very happy idiot and held out my hand to take the rubbers.

She passed them to me at the same time as she lay flat, stomach down on the bed. She then reached for us both.

My dick. Her mouth. Heaven.

Right next to me, my twin, with her hand on his cock. She knew how to handle him. And me.

Her hand wrapped around the base as her head bobbed up and down. The sensation of the warm suction was incredible. Whatever she did with her tongue made my head spin. Her enthusiasm and skill were mind-blowing.

Did I mention falling in love?

I didn’t think a blow job could feel so good, especially when the woman divided her attention between us.

And she did.

Too soon, her mouth left me, but her hand took over while she swallowed my brother’s length.

It was obvious what I had to do.

I tore open the packet, pulled out a rubber, and gently took her hand off my cock. I rolled the sheath down my length and moved into position behind her.

She raised her ass in the air, encouraging me to continue, but I wanted to make certain she wanted to be fucked while blowing Lewis.

I stroked her butt cheeks and lowered my hand to her wet pussy. When I entered her with only one finger, she wriggled her ass and whimpered a little.

“Do you want this, Kay?” I asked. “Do you want my hard cock in here?”

“God, yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me!”

She instantly took up Lewis’s dick again.

I knew how wet and ready she was. I heard it in her voice. I felt it on my fingers.

I eased my solid length into her, pulled out almost all the way, and quickly rammed back in, fairly sure she’d like it like that.

She didn’t complain but didn’t say anything. She had her mouth full of Lewis. I reached around her to touch her clit while fucking her because I wanted it to feel amazing for her. I also didn’t think I’d be able to hold on for long, and if I was going to come soon, I wanted it to be when she came on my dick.

The heat.

The glide into the tight space.

The friction.

The heat.

It was an erotic cycle that spiraled quickly until all of our actions became frantic.

The walls of her tunnel clenched and clamped. Her body quivered.

She’d lost control and let Lewis fall from her mouth as she cried out incoherently.

Lewis’s fingers combed her hair, his eyes were screwed tight shut, and he mumbled. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

My thoughts exactly as I shot my load inside her. A minute or so later, when I opened my eyes again, it was to see Lewis handling his own pleasure and delivering it to paint the canvas of Kay’s face.

Fucking hot.

My empty cock twitched. It wasn’t going to take long to recover.

And did I mention I was in love?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO