And so the hour approaches. 2013 is just on the horizon. For some the New Year will ring in with a kiss, dropped to undiscovered lips. For others, a familiar rhythm will be pounded into leather seats under the glow of the festivities and the convenience found behind tinted windows in the back of a limousine.
Some will toast themselves at twelve for another year’s accomplishments and the promises they make for the next 365. I plan to ring in the New Year with a good book and patiently await the arrival of my DH as he returns from work.
The world is full of stories, everyone is unique. My personal joy is writing the type of story that keeps you guessing; with characters and plots that excite at all levels. Double Take is my M/F/M futuristic dystopian adventure with swoon worthy twins and a kickass heroine. Enjoy my little snippet and Happy New Year!
Double Take - Etopia 2012
Tristan held her face in his hands. “I had a hell of a time staying away from you. Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
From the low and chopped way he said it, perhaps it was equally as hard to admit. She didn’t have to ask why. The mission had to come first. Shannon kissed him again, just thankful that the wait was over. These were his words, but they could easily have been her own. Her chest welled full with the need for more of him, calling him deeper with her beckoning tongue.
But Tristan’s lips pulled away with a few lingering sips of her mouth. “If we don’t stop this, you really won’t get any sleep tonight,” he said as he crouched slowly in between her legs and slipped his hands onto her naked thighs.
Her tongue wisped past his slightly parted lips, chasing him with sudden urgency. “If I’m lucky,” she purred.
Pryor reappeared at the threshold to the bedroom. “Ah yes, she’s feeling better now, isn’t she?” he crooned, sounding pleased. “Bath’s ready.”
Ready. That was the operative word.
Shannon tossed her head in his direction, feeling surprisingly sure of what she wanted. While Tristan slathered her in sweetness, his brother relished challenging her with his own brand of controlled subtlety. Pryor had curled her toes from the very first moments in her office. Super confident, just short of cocky, she felt like a kitten ever seeking the bowl of milk he placed at his feet.
“Coming, Pryor,” she called. He stood there with arms folded, all six feet two inches of him waiting expectantly. Shannon thought he couldn't look any more irresistible, and the way he summonsed her just made her want to do his bidding.
Tristan held his hand out and she took it, allowing him to pull her from the chair. He led, she followed. As they passed through the doorway, she took a handful of Pryor's shirt, calling him behind her. With a wicked grin, he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head slowly and bringing her fingers to his mouth instead, making it perfectly clear that in his bedroom she didn't call the shots. She watched them lock gazes for a moment, the twins communicating with matching blue eyes. Tristan’s hands dropped to the hem of her sweatshirt hanging just past her butt and they disappeared underneath, while Pryor dragged firm fingers down her leg, pulling one sock and then the other from her pointed toes.
Her pussy throbbed with the promises their fingers whispered to her skin. They danced among her open pores, tensing her muscles with attempts to reach for more of their touch. Fingers that had probably taught more than a few knuckled lessons from the end of their fists ran over her body like languid drips of nectar from a juicy peach.
Shannon shuddered through a ragged sigh. “Maybe…I could skip the bath and we could go straight to bed.”
Pryor looked up at her from below, cupping his hands around her foot and kissing her ankle. “No rush, we have all night.” Just the way he said it gave her reason to be patient.
Tristan pushed his palms flat against her ribs and snaked into her sleeves, lifting her sweatshirt over her head, leaving her in just a purple lace bra and thong. She watched Pryor's reaction, the need rise in his eyes. The sudden chill of air on her bare skin was instantly erased as he enveloped her with hands seeking all of her at once. Tristan tossed the shirt to the floor and claimed her hips at the thin strips of fabric there. From behind, his tongue entertained the small space next to her ear that she never knew was so sensitive. She rose on tiptoes and draped her head back over his shoulder. Tristan gripped her jaw and pulled it toward his mouth.
There she found out just how intoxicating strength mixing with tenderness could be. He bit her lip through a growl, tempting her with the allure of his rugged ways. A sharp bite followed by liquid sweetness in the twirls of his tongue that made her knees weak.
Pryor rose up in front of her and sank his lips onto her neck, starting there and blazing a wet trail downward, over her collarbone, round the lacey edge of her bra, and across her fluttering belly. Then, without a skip of his hungry mouth, he slid her thong down to her ankles as he balanced on his haunches once again.
His hands reached firmly around her hips and now his lips lingered at her newly exposed sex. Shannon felt a silky drop escape from her depths, revealing the wild cauldron of desire bubbling inside her. Pryor's warm puffs of breath on her nearly hairless pussy made her whimper against Tristan's mouth. With a final peck, Tristan released her from his kiss and allowed her to gaze down on his brother's extended tongue catching the dew from the tip of her clit.
The tease nearly crippled her. Tristan held her steady against him, saving her from buckling legs.
"Pry, take it easy. We promised her a nice long bath," Tristan murmured against her earlobe as he unhooked her bra.
"That we did," Pryor agreed and kissed the inside of Shannon's thigh. "But she looks like she wants company."
Shannon stood nude between them, anticipation ringing like an alarm clock between her legs while they toyed with her. Separately her attraction for each of them was almost unmanageable. Together their influence on her was all consuming. Nothing else mattered more at that moment than the knowledge of Tristan's mouth wandering back to hers while Pryor rubbed his thumb against her bud. Hell yes she wanted company.
Shannon wanted to be in between them for as long as possible. Forever if she could somehow manage to freeze time. Maybe that wasn't too much to ask. After all, she was entering a realm of pleasure that no mere mortal ought to have a right to experience.
"How dirty do you think I am?" Shannon asked playfully in an attempt to mask her desperation.
Pryor stood up and raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Let's find out," he answered.
She watched keenly as they undressed. Pryor stripped away his sleeveless undershirt to reveal that the tattoo on his arm continued around his shoulder and down his side. Shannon thought to ask him about it, but later. Now she was only concerned with getting their clothes off as fast as humanly possible. Tristan unbuttoned his field shirt and Shannon helped him with his belt. Her fingers stumbled over the metal latch and she was suddenly giddy with excitement. She couldn't wait to have him. She couldn't wait to have either of them. The twins were as perfectly formed as she could have wished for. Unleashed in full arousal, two of the most delicious cocks wept for her at once.
Pryor stepped into the water first and turned on the jets. Warm water churned violently, like the rush of adrenaline stampeding through her veins. He reached out and grabbed her hand, toppling her onto him with a splash. Shannon burst out with an exhilarated giggle only to be silenced by his demanding tongue.
She straddled him and his cock pressed firmly within her delicate folds while his fingers sank deep into the flesh of her ass, rocking her back and forth over the length of it. The need was rampant in her womb. She whipped her hips faster, working to bury his swelling bulb into her slickened cunt. It was a start.
Pryor grinned. She could feel his lips stretch over his teeth inside their kiss. "You need to slow down there, darling. All night, remember?"
Shannon's voice cracked with frustration. "Oh fuck, I'm going out of my mind. I need… Please… " She cast her hands onto his brother's thigh as he stood over them at the edge of the tub. "Tristan?"
He bent down and cupped her cheek. "Shhhh, baby. We're going to take our time with you."
A chill shimmied down her spine at the sound of Tristan's heavy whisper. She opened her mouth, her tongue reaching for his cock as it bounced rigid and ready in her face. He allowed it to rest on the surface, sliding the head gently into her wet warmth. Shannon sucked him in, delighting in his taste, knowing the truth of his flavor after only imagining for so long. He slid his other hand onto her face and pushed slowly to the back of her throat and pulled out again.
Just one stroke. Shannon's back straightened. "Later, I'll fuck that pretty mouth of yours, I promise," he said.
"Right now, we get to make you ours." She wondered what that meant. Theirs? Could she be any more theirs? The only two men to consume her thoughts, to make her dizzy in their presence—she couldn't imagine them having any more of her.
Tristan stepped into the tub at the opposite end. Kneeling as the bubbles enveloped him to the waist, he lifted Shannon from her hips onto her knees. The water swirled as her pussy skimmed the surface, tickling her like a sadistic feather. He let her languish there while she pressed back toward him, seeking, pleading for his touch. Yet, it was Pryor who connected first, dusting her face with his lips, hypnotizing her with the softness. She swayed and stretched and prayed for the tightness coiling inside her to ebb, to be released. Then a modicum of pressure presented itself at the very borders of her entry. She hoped. But Tristan had only placed his four fingers flat against her pussy.
She begged. “Please…”
Tristan bit her shoulder, hard enough to make her cry out while his fingers only rubbed her softer, sliding easily among her current of slickness unmistakable in the bathwater. She cried again. Pryor sucked on the spot where his brother’s teeth left the dull ache of divots in her skin. While he kissed her shoulder, he eased her clit between two fingers under the water. Tristan’s fingers continued to sweep at her, working in tandem with Pryor, together engulfing her sex with a tactile assault of every exposed nerve ending. Even in the water, they painted her pussy with her silky juice and she poured for them what seemed like an endless stream.
At the end of her rope, or so she thought, Shannon leaned back into Tristan’s hand again, spreading her legs
wider to open herself for more.
Pryor found her tongue for a moment, twirled it with his, and squeezed her clit between his fingers, dangling her further off of the cliff. Thiers. A quivering, begging mess was what she was, wound up like a spring.
“You should see her face, Tristan. I think she’s going to pop,” Pryor whispered.
Tristan traced a slow finger round the surface of her inner labia. “What do you think, Shannon? Can you climb higher?” His voice was heavy with grit as his fingertip flicked suddenly into her shallows.
“Oh God, Tristan. I need you inside of me.” She reached for his cock, straining in the gurgling water in an awkward attempt to have her way. “You’re so hard. Please, I want it.”
“She isn’t ready yet. She can still put a sentence together.”
Tristan laughed at his brother’s joke and sent his finger deep.
“You’re toying with me,” she almost sobbed.
Tristan blew the words in her ear. “This isn’t a game, baby.” Another finger slid inside her and pulled a long moan from her lips. “We’re only getting started loving you.”