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“My brother and I would love to play with you, temptress,” he growled low.

  Stepping around to her right side, God Number One pressed his body along hers, squishing her deliciously between himself and his comrade. A distinctively different yet equally hypnotic and virile masculine fragrance engulfed her. Moisture seeped from the throbbing juncture of her thighs. Her nipples strained almost painfully with her breasts smashed against the top of the pool table by the pleasurable weight of God Number Two. Abbey’s mind raced as she thought about all the wicked things she intended to do with the brothers.

  “We’re a team,” God Number One stated with a hint of challenge in his voice. “Partners in the art of giving pleasure.”

  God Number Two then whispered in her ear, “Do you think you can take us both on, baby?”

  Unable to control her excitement and growing arousal, Abbey’s body trembled between them.

  It was the moment of truth.

  “Mmm, fucking right I’ll take you both on,” she heard herself saying in a seductive voice. Her gaze shifted from one handsome brother to the other, then back again. “The question is…” A moment of nervous hesitation made Abbey lick her lips.

  You can do this, her starving libido encouraged.

  “…are the two of you ready for me?”

  Chapter Two

  Leaving the twins’ unfinished drinks behind, the trio left the noise of the crowded bar and headed for the privacy of Abbey’s hotel room.

  As the hotel elevator closed behind them, the two men moved in on her. Pressing firm on either side of her, they each nuzzled one of her ears.

  “I am Trent,” God Number Two whispered from her right. Cupping her breast in his big hand, he massaged the globe with purpose. The palm and fingers of his left hand caressed the cheeks of her butt.

  God Number One’s hand ventured under the hem of her miniskirt. Blunt fingertips stroked her shaven lips through her damp panties. “And I’m Tyrell,” he purred softly. The heat of his other hand where it rested against the small of her back was intense, electric. “And what shall we call you, temptress?”

  Although she enjoyed the pet name they’d given her, she whimpered, “A-Abbey.”

  In an instant, her hips developed a mind of their own and began to rock against Tyrell’s talented fingers as they strummed between her thighs.

  “Mmm, Abbey, your pussy is already so very wet for us,” Tyrell cooed, nipping the flesh of her neck with his teeth. “And we’re only just getting started.”

  The elevator came to a smooth stop on the twelfth floor and the doors slid open. Each man wrapped an arm around Abbey’s tiny waist, and they ushered her down the hall. After unlocking the steel door, the trio entered her suite.

  With the click of the deadbolt, Abbey’s pulse began to race. She was now locked inside the room with two strangers. As she attempted to swallow down the lump suddenly lodged in her throat, she gasped as a solid frame pressed against her back. When she turned her head, Tyrell’s left hand cupped her quivering chin, lifting her face until she had no choice but to look into his eyes.

  “Now we want to unwrap our pretty package,” he said and brushed his lips softly against hers.

  Tentatively yet persistently, the gentle eagerness of his mouth coaxed Abbey’s lips to open. When his exploring tongue slipped inside her mouth, Abbey’s knees threatened to buckle. Tyrell’s taste was like the sweetest wine and finest chocolate all wrapped into one delicious package. The confidence of his kiss alone overwhelmed Abbey. This was a man who knew how to please a woman.

  She gripped Tyrell’s arms tight, afraid she’d fall to the floor if she let go.

  From behind her, Trent’s fingers slid the zipper of her leather miniskirt down, and large, warm hands slipped under the waistband and worked the fabric over her hips. His lips pressed kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders in time with his hands as they palmed and massaged her butt cheeks. Erotic tremors surged through her, causing her body to tremble. Soft, sensual moans carried to her ears, and she realized they were coming from her.

  “Arms up,” Trent whispered in her right ear.

  With reluctance, Abbey released her hold on Tyrell as Trent’s hands skimmed up her torso under her shirt. His touch was like a firebrand burning her heated flesh as he worked the material up and over her head, then tossed it aside.

  Tyrell’s lips curled in an appreciative smile as his eyes slowly roamed every inch of her, from top to bottom. Beneath her knit shell, she was braless. Her breath grew harsh under the weight of his heated stare. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, and her nipples distended into painful, tight peaks.

  “Well, look at you,” he crooned, dragging the backs of his fingers up the length of her arms. “What a sexy vision you are.”

  Abbey dropped her eyes to the floor. Her skirt was pooled around her feet, and she still wore her heels. The crotch of her panties was beyond damp, and she caught the subtle scent of her own arousal.

  Tyrell took a couple of steps backward and flashed a wicked grin. “The panties.”

  “With pleasure,” Trent whispered against Abbey’s cheek as she continued to hold Tyrell’s stare.

  Rough fingertips slipped under the strip around her hips. With a sharp tug, the strip gave. A gasp of surprise slipped past Abbey’s parted lips. From behind her, Trent’s arm stretched out before her. He held the scrap of red material between his thumb and forefinger.

  “These are very pretty. I’m going to keep them for a souvenir,” he said before dropping them to the floor. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I remember.”

  Again Trent’s hand roamed from her waist to her quivering belly and upward. She glanced down as his hands cupped her small mounds of flesh, squeezing, reshaping. Callused fingertips plucked at the sensitive buds.

  “Oh sweet Jesus,” she moaned softly at sight of the erotic contrast of his dark skin against her light.

  Her body wavered, but Trent pulled her closer against his warm, muscled frame.

  “Come here,” Tyrell said, crooking his finger at her.

  Abbey uttered a barely audible protest as Trent’s hands released her breasts.

  You can do this, the voice of her libido cheered her on. Don’t stop now, girl!

  She hesitated for only a moment before stepping out of her pooled skirt and closing the short distance between her and Tyrell.

  “Nervous?” he asked, his seductive brown eyes gleaming.

  Lying came to her mind, but then she realized her body was betraying her. Her breath was ragged with nerves and excitement. Her pulse raced, and her palms were wet. And then there were the erotic sensations pulsing through her pussy and nipples.

  Oh God, what is happening to me?

  She nodded. “A-a little,” she confessed, feeling her stomach plummet.

  Tyrell’s smile broadened, his brilliant white teeth sending a pleasant chill racing through her.

  The feel of Trent’s bare chest against her naked back made her knees turn inward. Abbey gasped and reached behind her. She gripped his powerful thighs tight in her hands as his voice soothed over her. The warmth of his breath tickled the flesh of her neck. “There’s no reason to be nervous, temptress. We’ve got you now.”

  A soft groan sounded deep within Abbey’s chest.

  Tyrell pulled his T-shirt up and over his head and dropped it onto the floor at his feet. With a seductive smile and desire flickering in his eyes, he spread his arms as if inviting her to explore his body.

  Reaching out with trembling hands, Abbey worked to unfasten the fly of Tyrell’s jeans. She muttered a curse at her uncooperative fingers. When the snap gave and the zipper yielded, Abbey froze. The smattering of tight, dark curls that peeked over the waistband of his underwear made her breath catch.

  “Take it out,” Tyrell said.

  Reaching inside his underwear with an unsteady hand, she pulled his thick, heavy cock from its confinement and stroked its growing length with her eager hand. Fat, pulsing veins ran from root to
tip of the solid muscle. A clear droplet seeped from the slit of its bulbous crown. Beneath the throbbing organ in the palm of her hand, his sac had pulled up tight to his body, the testes within seeming to dance in time to her stroking.

  Abbey’s tongue slipped out and over her lips.

  “Now, don’t forget about me,” Trent uttered against the back of Abbey’s neck. “I want to feel your hands pulling my cock.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. With a half turn toward Trent, Abbey fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans before releasing his shaft as well.

  Consumed with a carnal hunger she’d never experienced before, she stood staring at the nine inches of thick male flesh she held in each hand. Oh my Lord. Both cocks were as soft as silk to the touch and throbbing. Each tip leaked delicious-looking precum that Abbey found she could not wait to taste.

  “Take them in your mouth,” Trent said, thrusting his hips against her hand.

  With eagerness, she kicked off her shoes and dropped to her knees to suckle the tip of Tyrell’s cock, which she held in her right hand. Her wet tongue laved the fat crown before caressing underneath the shaft. A low groan erupted from deep within Tyrell’s chest as his hips pressed forward. Closing her lips around the firm flesh, Abbey sucked him deep, savoring his unique flavor. Tyrell’s natural muskiness teased her nose.

  Releasing Tyrell’s shaft from her oral explorations, she turned her head and drew Trent’s cock inside her mouth. She took him as deeply into the back of her throat as she could, humming a moan of contentment around his length. Trent’s taste and fragrance, though distinctly different from his brother’s, were equally stimulating.

  “Jesus, your mouth is a wet, hot heaven, temptress,” Trent growled.

  Alternating from one savory cock to the other, Abbey continued to suckle the two men to the edge of release. As their fingers fisted tightly in her hair, she temporarily stopped her oral seductions. Glancing up at the two brothers, she ran her tongue along her swollen lips.

  “Both of you taste so good on my tongue,” she purred. Then she took the heads of both of their cocks into her mouth at the same time.

  Slowly Abbey flicked her tongue around the smooth crowns and then drew the two shafts in as deeply as she could. No longer did she recognize the woman she’d become since entering the suite with Tyrell and Trent. She couldn’t believe she was behaving so brazenly, so shamelessly. So sexually.

  Simultaneous savage growls burst from Trent and Tyrell as they pulled Abbey to her feet. Neither man had climaxed.

  “That was nice,” Trent said as he backed her up and roughly shoved her onto the top of the bed.

  A croak of surprise burst free from her lips as she plopped onto the mattress. Abbey crawled up the mattress and settled in an enticing pose against the pillows. Seductive, dark chocolate eyes eyed her hungrily, racing over the slight curves of her naked body. The fire in their combined stares singed her flesh just as their hands had only moments before.

  “Touch yourself,” Tyrell ordered.

  She froze. She’d never masturbated in front of a lover before. Trent and Tyrell continued to study her as she struggled with what to do next.

  “I…” Certainly she couldn’t turn shy now.

  “Surely you pleasure yourself,” Trent said.

  Abbey nodded and sunk her teeth into her lower lip. Jesus, she couldn’t possibly touch herself while they watched her. Could she?

  “Well, show us how you get yourself off, baby,” Tyrell added, running his hand over his exquisite six-pack abs.

  Under their heated gazes, she realized that -- for the moment -- control belonged to her.

  Wild, reckless, and wanton, Abbey spread her legs wide and slid her hands down her belly toward her moist, tingling heat. As they watched her from beside the bed, Trent and Tyrell shed their jeans. Each man wrapped his fingers around his own long, thick cock and began fisting his hard flesh.

  With his free hand, Trent reached under the root of his shaft and roughly tugged his tightening balls in an attempt to stave off his arousal. His effort was futile. Watching the woman on the bed before them touching her wet, shaven pussy was nearly enough to drive him over the edge.

  Abbey spread her smooth, plump lips wide with the fingers of one hand and stroked a single slender finger the length of her slick opening. The finger disappeared inside her body. “Mmm, this feels so good,” she purred. “But I know your fingers fucking my pussy will feel so much better.”

  Crawling onto the bed between Abbey’s splayed thighs, Tyrell growled. Trent grinned as his brother settled on his elbows, watching her pleasuring herself.

  “Look at what I found, Trent.” Tyrell spoke in a low, sensual tone as Abbey’s fingers withdrew from her cunt, slick with her cream. “A pretty pink and wet pussy just begging to be petted.” He reached out and stroked his thick finger the length of her glistening labia before slowly pushing it inside her.

  A sexy whimper slipped past Abbey’s lips, and her eyes rolled back in her head as Tyrell’s digit stroked her intimately.

  “So tight and wet. Look at how wet our Abbey’s pussy is, Trent,” Tyrell said as he pulled his finger from her body. After lifting it to his lips, he licked it clean. “Mmm, her juice is so fucking sweet. Want a taste?” he asked, shoving his finger deep inside Abbey’s cunt again. He withdrew it, coated in her wetness, and held it up to Trent’s parted lips.

  Trent couldn’t contain the feral sound rumbling from deep in his chest as his tongue flicked out and over Tyrell’s finger. He closed his lips around the digit, cleaning off Abbey’s essence.

  Judging by the dreamy look of desire and need in Abbey’s eyes, Trent suspected he and his brother were pushing all the right buttons. Abbey moaned and wriggled on the bed, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. A light sheen of perspiration coated her flesh.

  Thoroughly enjoying the sight of Abbey wriggling before them, Trent was not about to let his brother have all the fun. Reaching over, he pushed two fingers inside her, thrusting as deeply as he could. The snug muscles of her cunt gripped at his digits as she rode his hand. After several strokes, Trent withdrew and slipped a slick finger lower, to Abbey’s ass. After Tyrell flicked his tongue across the dusty rose-colored pucker, Trent eased his finger inside.

  “Oh my God,” Abbey groaned out at the sudden yet rather pleasurable intrusion into her ass.

  Never before had she been penetrated in her back door, and the new sensation made her crave more. Forcing herself to relax around the probing digit, she grew dizzy. She felt light-headed at the thought of one of the brothers thrusting his thick, fat cock inside the snug hole. After taking their shafts in her mouth and stroking them in her small hands, Abbey wondered if either of them would actually fit in her ass.

  “Oh yes, Tyrell. This is a nice tight fit. And I know how much you enjoy fucking an ass as fine as this,” Trent said, his finger stroking in and out of Abbey’s backside. “We’re going to have to stretch this sweet hole before we fuck it, though. We don’t want to cause our temptress any unpleasant discomfort when we shove our cocks up her tight ass, do we, Tyrell?”

  A gasp slipped past her trembling lips. A frisson of surprise ripped through her. Oh good God, they were going to fuck her there.

  Tyrell gave his head a slight shake before leaning in to flick her swollen, throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue.

  “You’re going to feel so fucking hot after we prep this tight hole,” Trent said, easing a second finger past the muscles of her anus, “and then fuck your ass and cunt at the same time.”

  At the same time? Moaning with her escalating need, Abbey no longer held any control over the movement of her hips under their ministrations.

  Tyrell’s hoarse chuckle coursed through her, causing a sensuous chill to race along the ridges of her spine.

  “You won’t know if you’re coming or going, temptress,” Trent’s voice promised her. “After a couple of thrusts of our hard meat hammering inside you, you won’t be able to see str
aight.”

  Their words were about to be her undoing.

  Once again, Tyrell began to finger fuck her pussy with a demanding rhythm, while his tongue continued to lave the pulsing bundle of nerves between her legs. The brothers’ fingers thrust faster and harder until her holes clamped tight around their probing digits as she climaxed.

  “Ah, fuck!” Abbey cried out.

  “Mmm, look at this, Trent,” Tyrell groaned. “Lean down here and watch Abbey’s juice flow from her pussy.”

  The bed dipped as Trent knelt beside Tyrell between Abbey’s legs. Both brothers’ fingers continued to work inside her body, unrelenting.

  “Her cunt looks tasty as it drips with her cum, doesn’t it, Tyrell?” Trent asked and lowered his head to lick the slick, fluttering lips of Abbey’s pussy.

  Closing his lips around her clit, Trent sucked the swollen, pulsing flesh hungrily.

  Within minutes, Tyrell and Trent brought Abbey to a second explosive climax.

  In the middle of the king-size bed, she lay panting. Her body quivered. As her heated flesh began to cool, Abbey came to a startling realization: she was having fun.

  She sat up and grinned playfully at the two men. “Now, I want a cock in my mouth and a cock in my pussy,” she announced in a shaky voice, struggling with the slight effort it took to get to her hands and knees.

  Trent chuckled as he knelt on the mattress before her. “We are more than happy to oblige you, baby,” he said, brushing the smooth head of his cock against her eagerly parted lips. The tip of her tongue slipped out to wet her lips before she closed them around his length. Abbey pulled on him hard, taking him deep. “Mmm, yeah, that’s it,” he growled low. “Swallow my fat black cock all the way down.”

  The rending of a foil packet sounded far off in the distance in Abbey’s mind. Behind her, Tyrell moved in, using his hands to spread her body wider and hold her hips still. With little warning, he shoved his cock inside her in one smooth thrust.

  “Ahhhhh!” Releasing Trent’s shaft from her mouth, she cried out. Her pussy had never been so full, so stretched.