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.”
