I could easily see just how aroused the two of them were by the press of their erections on the front of their pants. Roran brought more attention to himself by stroking a hand over the bulge there.
“Spread your legs for us, Kimber,” he said. “Show my brother what he’s wanted to see.”
A sudden shot of embarrassment and humiliation ran through me, and I wanted to cover myself with the sheet. I draped a hand over my breasts and— Rilen was on the bed in the next moment and caught my hand. “No, ilati, no. Do not be embarrassed. Let us see those pert breasts.”
Drawing my hand back to my side, his gaze landed on my peaked buds. He made a happy little sound and tossed a gaze over to Roren. “I see why you couldn’t resist, brother.”
“Why I can’t,” Roran corrected.
“Wait…” I managed to squeeze the word out. “Wait.?.?.”
They were both frozen in place.
I knew, at that moment, they would always let me go if I asked.
I had no interest in leaving.
“You’re both wearing too much.”
Twin grins split their faces, and eyes twinkled.
“You are correct, ilati,” Roran said.
Rilen slid back off the bed, and they both reached for their buckles.
My mouth watered. My sex clenched, and I started panting. Two of the most magnificent males I had ever seen wanted me.
In perfect time with each other, they pulled their pants off their hips and down their legs. Discarding them to the side, they stood.
Sweet Mother of S’Kir.
Their cocks were even more magnificent than I remembered from the night in the living room. Thick, erect, engorged with desire, I could feel myself growing wet as they came toward the bed again.
Roran, on my right, crawled up the bed and stretched out next to me on his side. His hand snaked across my stomach, then slowly up my side.
Curious fingers crept to my breast, and he twirled a nipple slowly.
Pure heat shuddered through me.
“Things are well in hand up here, brother,” Roran said and dipped his head to my other, waiting nipple.
I let out a slow breath, trying not to give into the lust too quickly.
“I see that.” Rilen chuckled.
I watched the other twin as he ran his hands up the outside of my legs, over my thighs, and dusted his fingertips over my sex.
Gasping, I tried not to move too much.
Impossible.
Rilen’s hand pressed my legs open as he traced down the inside, on the tender, sensitive skin.
“Oh, Kimber.” He breathed my name as he lay down between my wide open limbs. “Oh, how perfect. You’re glistening with your desire.”
He traced a finger up my lips, and down the other, slipping his hands under my ass. He tilted me up, opening me wider, bringing me closer to his mouth.
“Roran, another pillow for our ilati. I want her to watch me feast on her pussy.”
I groaned at his words.
Without letting my breast slip from his wicked mouth, Roran grabbed a pillow and tucked it behind me. He tucked two more so that I was reclined.
“Kimber,” Rilen whispered my name across the dusting of hair on my mons. “Watch me. Watch me eat your honey. Watch me taste you.”
His tongue found my opening, and he drew it up from there, to my clit and circled— “Fuck,” I breathed.
Rilen grinned at me, his chin gleaming with my cream. “Better than I dreamed. Like summer strawberries.”
I was going to die. I couldn’t handle the sensations and the seductive words.
It was going to be the best death ever.
Roran smiled against my breast. I glanced at him for a moment and saw a wicked smile on his face.
“Brother. I have a delicious little idea. Will you let me be the first of us to enjoy being inside of our ilati?”
“The pleasure is yours, brother, as long as she agrees.”
“I do.”
Rilen laughed against my sex. “So eager.”
“Yes.” I had quickly started to lose my modesty.
The two of them laughed, pleased.
Sitting up, Roran guided me up while Rilen waited to see what his twin was up to. Roran slid me down the bed just a little and slipped around me.
I could feel his cock against my ass. It was hot, and it jerked against me.
As if I weighed nothing, he lifted me up to sit on his waist as he leaned back against the pillows piled against the headboard.
Now his cock slid along my slit, coating him with my silk.
I could have just slid along him all night.
But he had other, more wicked plans.
“At your leisure, ilati, put me inside you,” he breathed.
My leisure was nothing of the sort. I was becoming frantic.
Rilen watched, rapt, as I took Roran’s cock in my hand and guided the member to the entrance of my sex.
A massive bulbous head forced me to pause for just a moment and relax. I pressed forward, enjoying every last sensation as my tunnel was pushed open and wide by his shaft.
“Oh, what a sight to see you inside our ilati, brother,” Rilen whispered.
Gods, he liked seeing me impaled on his brother.
Roran’s hands again found my breasts, but this time, he simply wrapped his hands around them and bore their weight, his fingers merely caressing the skin.
He wasn’t, however, done with his wicked plan yet.
Sliding his feet apart, he caught my ankles and pulled my legs wider and wider still.
I had no leverage, I couldn’t move on him. It seemed a cruel injustice to be unable to move—”
“Eat her, Rilen.” Roran breathed the words over my shoulder. “Feast on her. Make her come.”
“Holy—” There was no finishing that exclamation.
Rilen’s mouth was on my clit in the next heartbeat, and he owned me.
While his mouth sucked and nibbled and teased me, Roran’s hips moved just enough to draw him out a bit and push him back in.
My hands wound into Rilen’s hair, and I scraped his scalp ever so lightly with my nails, His moan was a hum against my clit, and I gasped loudly.
I was not going to last like this at all.
My own hips started to move against Roran’s rhythm.
“Oh, my gods…” Roran breathed. “Your pussy is so tight, ilari. Quickly, brother, I am not long for this.”
“You’re no—ahhh!” I shuddered against him as Rilen nipped at the bundle of nerves. “Oh, shit. Savior! Fuck!”
Rilen chuckled, and the vibration tripped through me.
I needed to come. I was going to expire soon if I didn’t.
As Rilen’s teeth grazed my clit again, Roran’s fingers pinched my pearled nipples.
I exploded. “Oh, shit!”
There was no processing what was happening in my body. Everything seized, and fireworks went off in my head and behind my eyes. I couldn’t even draw air into my lungs.
Sitting up straight, Roran pressed me forward into Rilen’s arms—when had he moved?—and started to thrust his cock into me.
My hips moved of their own accord, riding my orgasm harder.
Rilen found my lips and thrust his tongue between them. Kissing me, stroking my mouth, he was sucking the air from my lungs and making sure there was no doubt I knew what I tasted like on his lips.
I felt Roran’s cock twitch just a second before he ground out a sound of sheer delight and speared his cum into my pussy. He shot deep, more than once, possessing me and marking me as his.
My climax only just started to settle as Roran lifted me off and placed me on Rilen’s lap, straddling his thighs.
His cock flexed between us.
“Can you take me as well, ilati?” Rilen’s voice was thick with lust.
I nodded, mute.
“Are you sure?” The words were murmured against my lips.
“I want to,” I managed.
Rilen hummed, delighted.
Roran’s hands were on my hips, lifting me. “Take his cock in your hand, Kimber. Show him where he goes.”
Twins. Down to the size of their dicks.
I pressed him to my entrance, and a flicker of anticipation crossed his face.
Roran lowered me slowly on to him, the crown of his cock spreading me wide again, and my body shuddering. It didn’t seem to know what to do—being taken a second time just moments after the last.
“Move your hips, ilati,” Rilen whispered.
I did.
Oh, gods, how I did.