Ken let out a sigh and touched his forehead to hers. “It’s complicated, baby. We didn’t want to fall for anyone.” He placed a tender kiss on the bridge of her nose. “We’ll never hurt you, I promise. And we’ll keep you safe. I’m sorry we lied to you about that.

But no, we’re not gay. And we mean it when we say if you change your mind at any time and say no, we stop. Immediately.”

Keep me safe? She didn’t want to ponder that, either. She suspected there was more to the story, but as long as they weren’t serial killers, child molesters, or animal abusers, and they had no It’s a Sweet Life 117

problems using condoms, she’d put off that line of questioning until later.

Much later. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good,” Charles whispered as he nibbled on her earlobe.

“Because we want to show you how sexy we think you are.”

On the way into the bedroom, she didn’t miss that Ken grabbed her Kindle from the side table and brought it in with him. Charles turned her around at the foot of the bed to face him, gently palming her cheeks. “Where are your toys, baby?”

“Bedside table,” she replied automatically. “Left side.”

“Good girl,” Charles said as he kissed her.

She was vaguely aware of Ken walking around the bed. Followed by the sound of the drawer opening. “Found them. And there’s lube in the bag, too.”

Charles looked down at her. “You ever had anal, sweetie?”

Her breath stuttered in her throat. “No,” she gasped. “Not…not with a guy. Just…you know, really small toys in the shower a couple of times.”

“Ooh,” Ken said as he joined them. “You want to check that off your bucket list tonight?”

Blinking, she looked from one identical pair of killer blue eyes to the other. She nodded.

“Any special requests?” Charles asked.

Heat rebounded from her pussy to her face and back again. “Some of…the books…” She couldn’t believe she was actually saying this!

“They…you know, the guys…front and back at the same time.”

“Ahh,” Charles said, a pleased smile on his face. “Double penetration. We can oblige. It’s one of our favorite things, too.” His face flashed back to serious. “But only if you want to. We can’t just go to town and have you enjoy it. We need to loosen you up first, or it’ll hurt and you won’t enjoy it. Okay?”

She nodded.

“But first.” His mouth slanted down on hers. She closed her eyes, 118 Tymber Dalton

moaning as her arms found his neck again and she held on for dear life as the world melted away. “First,” he repeated when he broke their kiss, “we need to do something else, or we won’t make it five seconds inside you doing DP. We’re good, but we’re not that good.”

She nodded.

Ken turned her to face him. She found her arms automatically wrapping around his neck as they had with Charles. “And you’re going to have to talk to us,” he said. “We need you to tell us what feels good, as well as what doesn’t. We don’t want to hurt you.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear with a tenderness that nearly broke her heart. “We know you have a lot of pain in your life. We only want to bring you pleasure.”

The power of speech had apparently escaped her. She nodded.

Charles nibbled at her earlobe again. “That’s our good girl.”

She felt her heart crumbling into pieces as she fell in love with them. Both of them. It was stupid and irrational and most likely the result of her hormones and lack of real sex in a long, long time. She also knew she could never admit it to them, so she wouldn’t be faced with the humiliating prospect of them not returning her feelings.

But there, deep inside her, she knew the truth, even if she couldn’t admit it.

Charles stepped away for a moment as Ken took over kissing her again. She caught a flurry of movement out of the corner of her eye and realized Charles had stripped. If there was a world record for getting naked without the use of Velcro seams, he’d probably set the bar high.

He pulled her from Ken and kissed her. She ran her hands over his body, over the light dusting of dark hair sprinkled across his pecs, including a treasure trail that led down to a gorgeous and rigid cock jutting from his body. Beside them, Ken dropped his clothes, too, then turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead light. His body looked identical to his cousin’s, his cock every bit as deliciously large and hard as Charles’s.


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Ken rummaged through the bag Mandaline had given her and pulled out the condoms. “I hope you’ll indulge me, but I need you, baby. I need to feel my cock in you right now.” He ripped the foil pouch open and rolled it on over his cock. Then he grabbed her, kissing her hard and fierce and sucking the breath right out of her. As she felt her body nearly go limp, he gently pushed her facedown onto the bed, her feet on the floor.

He pulled her skirt up around her hips as her clit throbbed, her whole pussy aching. She felt her face heat as his hands found and yanked down her panties.

“Oh,” he moaned, “you’re soaked, baby.” She helped him by stepping out of the sodden garment as his fingers pressed for entrance.

As the bed dipped in front of her, she let out a loud moan as one, then two fingers slipped inside her cunt, slowly thrusting.

She wanted to cry from how good it felt. Not enough to get her off, but more than enough to drive her close to the edge.

Charles cupped her cheeks with his palms and lifted her face from the bed. She found herself inches from that delicious cock. With a will of their own, her lips parted and her tongue tried to reach out, to lick the pearly drop of pre-cum sliding from the slit at the end of the engorged head.

He obliged by scooting a little closer. She didn’t know who moaned more loudly, him or her, when the hot, silken iron of his shaft slid between her lips and down her tongue, filling her mouth. Behind her, she felt Ken step between her legs, his sheathed cock nudging between her labia for entrance. When he slid home, deep and hard and pushing her farther onto Charles’ cock, she moaned again.

Ken’s voice sounded strained. “Can you come just from being fucked, baby?”

Charles pulled out long enough so she could answer. “Sometimes, I don’t know. Not all the time.” She reached for Charles, grabbing at his thighs to pull his cock back into her mouth.

“Okay, baby,” Ken said. “This is going to be hard and fast and 120 Tymber Dalton

I’m sorry if you don’t come this time, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He started slow, making her whimper as he bottomed out inside her, the pleasant ache that turned into pleasure as his cock stretched her pussy and churned her juices.

Every time she moaned, Charles moaned, too. He scooped her hair into his hand, holding it out of her way as he flexed his hips to thrust between her lips. As hot and hard as he was, she suspected he wouldn’t last long, either. Lost in the spiral of passion, she sucked down the pre-cum streaming from his cock, sweet and tangy and salty at the same time.

She imagined what she must look like, still dressed while being spit-roasted between these two hunks, how wild they were being, and how good it felt. Then Ken reached around her and slowed his strokes, fumbling and finally locating her swollen clit.

Libbie groaned as his fingers roughly clamped down on it, brilliant shards of pleasure streaking through her body and driving her closer as her need took over. She fucked herself between the men, driving the cock in her throat as deep as she could take it, to slam back against Ken’s cock buried inside her.

“That’s it,” Charles grunted. “You were made for us, baby.

You’re perfect. You’re beautiful.”

Ken’s fingers rolled her clit, and the shards blossomed into blades of gorgeous sharp-edged ecstasy that made her cry out around Charles’ cock and deep-throat him at the same time.

His fingers gripped her head as he started fucking his cock into her mouth while Ken began slamming into her from behind. All she could do was lie there as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her and she sobbed in relief at the beautiful feeling of completion in her soul. Charles came next, his cock exploding in her mouth, sending jet after jet of his hot cum down her throat. Then Ken, his fingers digging into her hips as he let out a cry before he fell still with his cock buried inside her.

Afraid to open her eyes, she reached out and found Charles and It’s a Sweet Life 121

wrapped her arms around his waist, unwilling to relinquish his softening cock. She smelled his heat, his sweat, the sweet and tangy aroma of his cum, and she didn’t want to move from the aura of his warmth. He released her head and stroked her back through the blouse, leaning forward to kiss the nape of her neck.

Ken let go of her hips but didn’t withdraw. He braced himself against the bed with his arms on either side of her as he caught his breath. “Damn, baby,” he hoarsely said. “I thought you were going to squeeze my cock off when you came.”

She let out a little giggle around the now-soft cock in her mouth, which, impossibly, twitched a little as it grew a wee bit firmer once again.

After a moment, Ken carefully withdrew. She heard him walk into the bathroom, followed by the sound of water running. While she listened, she started gently sucking Charles’ cock again, carefully, suspecting he would be very sensitive.

At first he tried to protest. Then she felt him lean back, propped up by his arms, and start to enjoy it. It didn’t take her long to get him hard again, but Ken returned and made her stand.

“Up, baby. We have plans for you.”

With a whine, she let his cock go. She opened her eyes and spotted Charles’ smile. “I wouldn’t argue with him, sweetheart. He might spank you.”

A delicious tingle ran through her body. That might be something she’d want to try at some point, but not tonight. She had other items to check off her bucket list.

Ken made her roll onto her back, her legs still hanging off the bed.

He climbed up next to her and looked at Charles. “Put that tongue of yours to work on her. I made her come once. It’s your turn.”

“Huh?” she asked as Charles laughed and climbed off the bed.

Ken shushed her with a deep, soulful kiss. She tried to encircle him with her arms but he pushed her back onto the bed. “Nope, just lay there and relax.” He reached down her blouse, pushing the 122 Tymber Dalton

neckline down and freeing her left breast from her bra. “We haven’t been able to do this in years, but you aren’t the first woman we’ve made love to together. His tongue will have you speaking in tongues in short order.”

She started to reply, but the combination of Ken’s hot, wet mouth clamping down on her nipple at the same time Charles knelt between her legs and swiped his tongue over her clit shoved the ability to form coherent words clear out of her brain. She let her head flop back on the bed and buried her fingers in Ken’s soft hair.

Charles used his shoulders to hold her legs apart. His tongue pressed deep inside her, fucking her as each draw of Ken’s mouth on her nipple sent another jolt of need straight to her clit. Ken reached over and freed her other breast, using his thumb and forefinger to roll and pinch her nipple just hard enough that the pleasant bite of pain only served to make it feel that much better.

She rocked her hips against Charles, urging him on but he wouldn’t be rushed. He’d flick her clit with his tongue, then use his lips to lightly suck on it, keeping her passion high but not pushing her over. It was like he could sense when she was about to tip into orgasm and then he’d pull back and keep her on the edge.

Breathless, she begged for relief. “Please, make me come!”

Ken reached over her head and caught her free hand in his. He laced his fingers through hers before pinning it to the bed. Something about the action made her gasp, her need to orgasm overwhelming.

She thought she might burst into tears if they didn’t make her come soon, and just as she was about to scream at them to do it, Ken lifted his head from her breast. “Now,” he mumbled.

Simultaneously, several things happened. Ken eased his weight onto her while his grip on her hand tightened, the fingers on her breast pinched her nipple hard, his teeth clamped down on her other nipple, and Charles sucked her clit into his mouth as his hands clamped around her thighs to prevent her from moving away.