They stood side-by-side now, only a few feet between them and her as the last button slid free and the edges of her shirt parted. She watched them closely, aware of the sexual tension, the blistering aura of energy that seemed to leap from them and surround her.
She had been with two brothers before, she had no fear of the experience to come, but there was something different about Lucian and Devril. Some intangible something that caressed her flesh with ghostly fingers and denied her the ability to refuse them.
She was experienced but she wasn’t promiscuous. She was nearly thirty years old and well aware of her power as a woman, until it came to these two men. With them, she felt as nervous, as shaky, as a virgin facing her first lover.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” Devril said as they approached her.
Tally held herself carefully still as the two men came along each side of her. They towered over her, her head barely clearing their chests, making her vulnerable, making her aware of her femininity, the weaknesses of her smaller body. It was a feeling she wasn’t accustomed to.
“Come here, baby.” Lucian pressed her head against his chest, holding her there as his other hand followed Devril’s and pulled the side of her blouse from the swollen flesh of her breast.
Both men groaned heavily as they revealed the prize they had sought.
“How beautiful.” Lucian sighed as the backs of his fingers smoothed over the curve of her breast while Devril cupped the other in his worker’s hands.
The heat of Devril’s palm seared through the lace of her navy demi-bra while Lucian’s calloused fingers caressed the engorged nipple of the other. As the hardened little nub became more sensitive, the weight of the gold ring became more pronounced, tormenting her with the light weight of it.
She fought to keep from panting but she could feel the light film of perspiration gathering on her forehead. The tremors of arousal were becoming harder to still with each passing minute. She could feel her control threatening to crumble and fought it with every breath she took.
“So cool and controlled,” Devril murmured, a shade of amusement coloring his voice as his lips lowered to her shoulder. “How long can you keep that control, Tally?”
She closed her eyes, awash in sensation, in pleasure, as Lucian adjusted his stance, his hand still cupping the back of her head, his own head lowering.
She whimpered when his mouth covered her nipple. She couldn’t hold back the sound, or her own pleasure. His tongue played mercilessly with the weight of gold, his mouth drawing on her flesh deeply as Devril followed suit with the other mound. She was caught between them, a feast of sensuality to their lustful appetites.
Tally clenched her thighs tightly together as the twin mouths worked at her flesh, consuming her, feeding from hard, erect ni**les, licking and sucking as she arched into their touch, her body flaming with arousal. Intense pleasure bombarded her senses with the need to be taken. Her pu**y was flaming, burning with hunger, demanding fulfillment.
She shifted between the two men, searching for relief as she fought back the pleas, the deep moans of surrender. She needed to be touched, taken.
“Damn, Tally, you’re killing me,” Lucian groaned at her breast as Devril suddenly took the responsibility of holding her upright.
Lucian’s mouth left her breast, his tongue giving it a final lick before Dev pulled her against his chest and lowered them both to the chair behind him. His hands covered her br**sts, his fingers rasping her ni**les, pulling on the gold rings as Lucian knelt before them.
Tally watched him through dazed eyes. Behind her, Devril was breathing harshly; his head lowered to her neck, his lips and tongue caressing her flesh with devastating results.
She fought to breathe as Lucian began to push her skirt over her thighs. Devril aided him by lifting her, adjusting her on his knees until she was spread out before Lucian like some sensual offering to his lust. His hands caressed her legs, her thighs, as he pushed the skirt to her hips, revealing the navy lace thong that covered the bare, plump lips of her pu**y.
She drew in a hard breath as Devril spread her thighs with his knees, opening her for Lucian’s pleasure as she stared back at him in dazed fascination. She fought to steel herself, to prepare herself for his touch, but when it came it was like a blow of hard pleasure straight to her womb.
His fingers did no more than smooth over the damp triangle of fabric as his lips parted, his tongue licking over them slowly.
“You’re wet, Tally,” Lucian whispered roughly.
“It would seem so,” she quipped, fighting back the guttural moan rising in her chest.
He grinned, his eyes flaring with amusement at her catty tone.
“You are such a bad girl,” he whispered as his thumb located the small ring that pierced the hood of her clit.
“Really?” Her breathing was jerky, her voice hoarse. “So what are you going to do about it?”
Lucian chuckled, his hot breath caressing her moist flesh with the sound.
Tally jerked in response, her eyelids fluttering closed as pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Are you going to tease me all day or do something?” She was not panting, she assured herself. Controlling her breathing was becoming more difficult by the second, though. She was growing weak, dazed. The sensual teasing of Devril’s hands on her br**sts, his fingers tugging at the rings as his lips caressed her neck, was bad enough. But Lucian, kneeling between her thighs, his fingers slowly removing the damp thong, was almost enough to send her over the edge.
“I’m going to do something,” Lucian whispered. “I’m going to make you scream, Tally.”