STRIPTEASED (Roommate Reverse Harem Romance)

I teased my fingers along his heavy sac and then had an idea. I leaned forward and caught his hard nipple between my teeth. Tonio groaned again, and I could feel his chest rumble. I flicked my tongue across his nipple as he’d done to mine and slid my fingers to the base of his cock. I pressed it against his stomach and stroked the underside.

“God, Emma, that feels so good.”

I grinned at him. “I bet I can make you feel even better.” It amazed me how much I truly wanted to. With Clint, sex had felt like an obligation. With Tonio, I wanted to please him as much as I could. I didn’t do it because I had to or because I thought I should. I was doing this because I wanted to.

I let go of his cock and it sprang free before I wrapped my fingers around the base. I held it steady as I lowered my head. I opened my mouth and Tonio moaned in anticipation. At the last second, I turned my head and looked up at him instead of taking his cock in my mouth. I laughed at the expression on his face. It was fun to be the one doing the teasing sometimes.

“I haven’t done this in a really long time,” I warned him. “Hopefully, it’s like riding a bicycle.”

He raised his head, staring at me in feigned alarm. “It’s nothing like riding a bicycle.”

I giggled. “I mean, I hope it’s the kind of thing you don’t forget how to do.”

“I hope so too,” he said fervently, and I grinned.

Gripping his hard cock with one hand, I dipped my head down, licking across the slit at the top. When I swirled my tongue around the head, he groaned deep in his throat. I licked at sensitive spots along the shaft until his hips were writhing in desperation. Only then did I allow his cock inside my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments before taking him as deeply as I could.

Oh yeah—I sure as hell still knew how to do this. And a few minutes later, he was convinced of that fact as well.

When sleep beckoned, I was the happiest little spoon in the world with Tonio’s warm body cradling me from behind, his arm across my waist. There was no guilt this time, only contentment as I drifted to sleep in his arms.

21

Austin

I had just finished making my hair look casually tousled when Denver came into the dressing room we referred to as The Hell Hole. He’d probably been talking to the spotlight operators. For some reason, he was acting like the debut of our new routine tonight was like a big Broadway premiere. But these kinds of things made him happy.

“Don’t put on your costume yet,” he said.

“Why not?” We had about fifteen minutes before we were up, but we usually got into our costumes as soon as we could. You never knew what might happen. One time, the guy right before us slipped and fell onto a table of middle-aged middle school teachers, and we had to go on early. Other times, the manager decided that the drink orders were down and bumped some of the other acts for ours. That always made the other guys grumble, but it wasn’t our fault.

“There’s a published author in the audience tonight.”

It took me a moment to realize he meant Emma. One day last week, she, Ronnie, and Knox had spent an entire afternoon huddled around a laptop. The next day, Emma proudly showed us that her eBook was for sale online. “She’s here? Why?”

“Came in with her curly-haired friend to see the new routine.” He checked his watch. “We’ve got time to visit for a few.”

I followed him out of the dank and dusty little room.

We strode past the stage and made our way through the Friday night crowd. A guy turned without looking and nearly crashed into Denver. I grabbed my brother’s arm and jerked him out of the way. It never ceased to amaze me how many men came to the club. I supposed some were here to enjoy the show, but most seemed inclined to watch the women in the audience, not us.

Speaking of audience members… “What’s Emma’s friend’s name again?”

“Megan? Maggie?” Clearly Denver didn’t know, either. So much for him being the responsible twin.

We passed by the bar. Tonio was taking about twelve drink orders at once, but when he saw us, he jerked his head toward a spot midway along the wall on the far side of the room.

I’d just made out Emma’s shining mane of hair when someone grabbed my arm. “Hey Denver, can I buy you a drink?” Being called by my brother’s name barely fazed me—it came with the territory for identical twins.