Ch. 3 Even Better

Elena

“May we cut in?” Mr. Tall, Dark and Devilishly Handsome says, casually laying a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

“That’s up to Lena.” Jake glares back at him, looking completely unimpressed with the man touching him. 

“Lena,” the one standing behind me purrs, “that’s a beautiful name.” 

His warm breath on my ear makes me shiver and he chuckles at my response. Asshole. Over the past five years, I’ve made appearing cold-hearted into an art form. But for some reason, my body is reacting to these men as if they own it. 

That doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for them. What fun would it be if I didn’t make them work for it? So I turn over my shoulder and instead of getting lost in the stormy gray eyes of the man who has me seeing double, I hold him in an icy stare. 

“It’s actually Elena. Only my friends use the nickname and I don’t know you.” His lips turn up in a wicked grin and I’m pretty sure my body betrays just how much I want to get to know him. 

“That’s okay, gorgeous. We’re about to fix that.” Mr. Carbon Copy replies, all sexy and self-assured.

The two of them look so much alike, it’s obvious they are twins. Both of them have thick brown hair, so dark it’s almost black. It falls over their foreheads in messy waves, looking silky soft, and oh so touchable. They both have the same gray eyes that remind me of a summer thunderstorm, churning with emotions I can’t read. My earlier descriptor of handsome is an understatement. They are fucking beautiful!

One look at these men and no one would mistake them for human. They are flawless, skin so porcelain smooth that any woman would be jealous, yet just enough perfectly trimmed facial hair to add a rugged, manly quality. The only thing telling them apart is their facial expressions, one all easy smiles and the other with a hard set to his jaw that doesn’t match his flirty banter.

“You okay, Ells?” Jake asks, eyeing the two men warily. 

I know he won’t leave me if he thinks I’m uncomfortable but the truth is, I’m dying to get them alone, more than a little curious to see where this goes. The only problem is, my brain seems to be offline for the moment. 

“Uh-huh.” I answer distractedly. Goddess damn it, Elena! Snap out of it!”

“Good. I’m going to get a drink. Meet you back at the table?”

“Sure, Jake.” I force my eyes off the twins long enough to offer him a reassuring smile. 

“Good girl.” The smiley one murmurs as Jake walks away.

He pulls my body flush against his. The twin behind me steps into me, his massive hands wrapping around my hips, while the one in front slots his muscular thigh between my legs. They sway to the music dirty-dancing style and I’m helpless to do anything other than move with them. 

“You smell so good! Like strawberry shortcake.” The twin in front isn’t smiling anymore as he leans in to scent my neck.

His eyes have turned to molten lust and I barely stifle a gasp at the intensity in his gaze. No one has ever looked at me that way, like they want to devour me whole. My panties are so damp, I’m sure they can both smell what they’re doing to me.

“Um, If the two of you are going to maul me on the dance floor, do you think I can at least get your names?” I ask with more bravado than I feel as the other twin joins his brother in running his nose along the side of my neck.

“Of course, shortcake. I’m Aspen and the older but uglier twin behind you is Asher. Pleasure to meet you.” His playful tone returns as he makes introductions for both of them. . 

“Shut up, fucker.” Asher grunts then goes right back to nuzzling my neck, giving me the impression he’s the quiet, broody twin.

Apparently, a formal introduction is all I need to give up on my plan to play hard to get and release all my inhibitions. I lean back into Asher’s chest and wrap my arms around Aspen’s neck, grinding back and forth against both of them shamelessly. They take the action as the green light I mean it to be and let their hands wander as well. Soon we’re wrapped around each other like twisting vines. 

I let my hands slide under Aspen’s tight black shirt, my fingers exploring all the bumps and dips of his chiseled abs. He hisses in pleasure with the contact, emboldening me to let my hands wander further. I can feel his thick length pressing into my thigh and I love knowing I’m not the only one affected.

Asher has his large hand splayed over my stomach, holding me tight against his chest. His teeth graze my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. I can feel his impressive cock pressing into the soft flesh of my ass and I groan as I think about what it would feel like sliding inside me, stretching me wide as I come all over him. 

These twins only have to look at me and my body responds like a bitch in heat. I’ve had plenty of sex and I’ve touched myself a lot in the last few years but it was always just a means to an end, a fun distraction that scratches an itch. I’ve never craved a man’s touch the way I do with these men I’ve just met. I’m deep in uncharted territory here and I find myself happy to get lost. 

That strange humming sensation I felt earlier has only increased with their nearness. It feels like an excited anticipation that’s been buried somewhere deep inside me and is rising to the surface, suddenly taking physical form and buzzing just underneath my skin. A warm, fuzzy haze envelops me and I want to lose myself in it. 

“Wanna step outside for some fresh air?” Aspen suggests, managing to dislodge his lips from my shoulder as the song ends. 

“That sounds nice.” I accept, hoping fresh air isn’t the only thing I’ll be getting. 

Aspen grabs my hand and pulls me toward the back exit. Asher follows so closely, I can feel his body heat on my back. I want to cry out in relief when we push through the door and the cool night air hits my skin, dousing some of the fire burning inside me.

The door barely closes behind us when Asher snags me around the waist and pulls my back to his chest as he leans against the building. He runs one hand over my stomach, moving up between the swell of my breasts, rising until his huge hand collars my throat. I press my thighs together as the evidence of my arousal spills down my thighs, so turned on by his possessive hold.

“I’ve been dying to taste those pouty lips all night, gorgeous. Tell me I can.” His voice is husky and deep in my ear, the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. 

“Yes.” I whisper, a slight tremble betraying my need.

 He turns my head to meet him and his lips are on mine before I can take a breath. This is no slow, teasing kiss, coaxing me to respond. This kiss is a demand, nipping and tasting and taking what he wants. I have little personal experience with kissing, preferring to avoid the intimacy of it, but with Asher, I hunger for it.

His tongue dominates mine, twisting and tangling mine into submission. There is no power on earth strong enough to stop the deep wanton moan that escapes me. His chest rumbles, a sound of approval that lights me up inside.

“My turn.” Aspen’s jovial tone is gone, exchanged for something needy and rough, impatient for me, and I have no intention of making him wait.  

His cool hands cup my cheeks and pull me to face him, earning a disgruntled growl from his twin. Undaunted, he bends his face to mine but doesn't kiss me. Instead, he traces my lips with his tongue, humming to himself in satisfaction before sucking my full bottom lip between his own. 

Asher’s hands cup my breasts, his thumbs caressing the sides while his brother kisses me slow and sweet, the polar opposite of his twin. Aspen’s kiss is less a demand and more of an exploration, our tongues sliding and swirling together languidly. He is savoring me and it’s turning my insides to goo. 

My heart races as they make their desire for me known, both their cocks hot and hard against my ass and pussy. I have no idea what I’m doing, breaking all my rules and giving these men control over my body. When it comes to sex, I usually take charge, taking what I want and chasing my own high. But somehow I know they won’t let me if I try.

From the sexy sounds they’re making as they take turns ravaging my mouth and tasting all my exposed skin, like they’ve never tasted anything so good, I know they’re as into me as I am them. I love that I can give them as much.pleasure as they’re giving me. I can tell by their expert touch that they’ve had plenty of experience with women but I’m the lucky girl who’s getting all their attention tonight. 

 Why does the thought of them with other women piss me off? We just met. They owe me nothing. Shaking that irrational thought aside, I make up my mind. I’ll just go with the flow and see where the night takes us. 

And if it means I end up in their bed, well, it doesn't mean I have to get my heart involved. But it's a risk I’m willing to take. Because while chasing danger gets me high, sex is even better.