Page 25 of Masters of Play

Owen traced my lips with his own. He didn't use his tongue. He didn't press his suit. He simply rubbed his mouth against mine, whisper-soft, until I finally moaned with need. That's when he began to kiss me, slowly, leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world.

My hands were being lifted up and over my head from between us. My body was flipped over until I lay on my back with my arms stretched over me and my legs stretched out. Alan attached my bra straps to the headboard of the bed. I got the shock of my life when he took my lips as he lay on the other side of me.

I hadn't expected Alan to kiss me. I hadn't imagined that was his thing. His kiss was nothing like his brother's. Alan's kiss was hungry, like he hadn't eaten in a long time. Come to think of it, I'd never seen him kiss one of his clients, let alone fuck one of them. This was purely for me.

Yeah, I think I was starting to fuck him, too.

I heard the crinkle of not one, but two condom wrappers, and my excitement increased. At my back, Owen nudged his thick length inside of me. Just the tip. Just enough to make me squirm against him, begging for more. Oh, so now he wanted to be the tease?

"Owen, please," I begged, arching my back and trying to get my ass more firmly seated on his cock. But he wasn't having it.

Owen hooked one of my legs over his hips. He had the right leverage and the right angle to plunge himself into me fully. Instead, he kept playing with the tip.

I growled in frustration, but it sounded much like my moans of pleasure. Because it felt good. It all felt so good.

Just when I thought I couldn't stand any more, Alan slid down the bed. He put his face between my thighs and went to work. His tongue traced tight circles on my clit as Owen continued to pump into me. His strokes went gradually deeper and deeper until the orgasm slammed into me and I pulled against my restraints.

It was my clenching muscles that finally pulled Owen all the way inside of me. The strength of my desire might've pulled him, but the man refused to be pushed around. He continued with his own rhythm—slow and deep.

Alan's tongue laved, licking up all the juices from my orgasm. He licked his way back up my body, still taking his time. He played in my belly button as his brother twisted his hips. Owen's thick cock found another pleasure spot deep inside me, bringing me near the edge again.

That's when Alan pulled my thigh over his hips. It dislodged Owen from my core. That's when Owen began knocking at my back door. Oh, was I eager to let him in.

Alan began a light tapping at my front door with his cock. The twins weren't nearly identical in just their faces. I bet their cocks matched, too. They sure as hell did in feel and fit.

I had a real moment of panic, thinking the two of them together inside of me wouldn't fit. With my hands bound over my head and my legs spread between them, I could do nothing but receive. With two visitors coming at me from opposite ends, I was so dizzy that it stole my breath. I couldn't speak. I'm glad I couldn't because by the time they both made themselves at home inside me, I was so thankful I'd laid out the welcome mat.

"Fuck," Alan whispered as he gazed down at me, his dick fully lodged inside my core.

"Yeah," I said. "Fuck you too."

Alan grinned. That grin told me all I needed to know. There was definite affection there. And it was a two-way street.

"I love you, Kellie," Owen said into the cone of my ear.

Well, that made his feelings crystal clear. I wanted to say it back to him. But I wasn't sure if I meant it. Not in the way he meant it. And I think I wanted to mean it when I said it. Right now, I was in a sex haze.

The boys pumped into me, making me damn near lose consciousness with all the pleasure. Owen came inside of my ass with a guttural yell. He clutched me close to him, whispering those same three words over and over again like he was sending up a prayer.

Once Owen finally released me, Alan slipped beneath me, twisting my arms and my body until I was overtop of him. My arms were still bound, my body stretched.

Alan pumped up and into me, his thrusts long, deep, hard, unyielding until I came again. Alan came right behind me. He didn't yell his release. He sighed it, like he was answering a prayer of his own.

When I finally caught my breath, I could only manage four little words. But I said them with conviction from the bottom of my heart.

"I fuck you both."

Chapter Sixteen

I walked through the campus quad, eyes straight ahead, one foot in front of the other. I had to do that, otherwise I would be walking crisscrossed. The Carsons had done a number on me last night, and I couldn't wait to get back to them for round three.

At some point, we'd left the club and made it back to my place. The boys had made themselves right at home. Owen had made a late-night breakfast spread for us. I had my belly filled, and then they filled me in an even more pleasurable way.

This morning, Owen had pecked me on the cheek with a casual, "Love you, babe" as I got dressed.

Alan hadn't gotten dressed at all. He'd lain naked, twisted in my covers. His eyes tracked my every movement as I pulled on colorful leggings and a fitted, white T-shirt. Once I was properly attired, he said, "I'm gonna fuck you senseless when you get back."

If those two sentiments didn't make a girl feel adored and cherished, then I don't know what would.