It all started when she gave herself to one of the Ashbury twins...
Losing her virginity against the side of a house during a party wasn't what Sasha Marsh had envisioned for herself. But since one of the men she loves, Tanner Ashbury, is the one to take it, she doesn't care how unromantic it was.
The night ends when both brothers claim her as theirs.
After six years, Sasha is back home. She isn't prepared for her intense emotions when she sees the Ashbury twins again. After only one night she finds herself in the arms of Jonas Ashbury, Tanner's twin and the other man she has always loved. One thing leads to another and Sasha finds herself trapped between the brothers. But can a relationship with the twins really work, especially when her overprotective brother finds out?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex
“Do you feel that, Sasha? You make me so fucking hard.” His lips were still barely touching hers as he spoke, but it was the way he said those words and pressed his hips into her palm that had her feeling like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. He moved his lips along her cheek, over her jawline, and down to the pulse that beat erratically below her ear. “Just thinking about you makes my cock harder than any other time before. All I’ve thought about, for years, Sasha, is being buried inside of you.” She let her head fall back against the house and closed her eyes as he ran his tongue and teeth along the side of her throat.
“You’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying, Tanner.” She meant to sound more sure, more determined to stop this, but her words were all breathy, and the complete opposite of what she had been going for.
He ignored her statement and continued to lick and nip at her skin until Sasha couldn’t think clearly. This needed to stop, because if she let it go any further she would give herself to him pressed against the side of his house.
Finally he responded to her. “Yeah, I am pretty drunk.” Her heart plummeted at his words. “But I’m not that drunk that I don’t know I have my best friend’s little sister against my house with her hand on my cock.” He emphasized his words by grinding himself against her hand. “You could’ve told me to get the fuck back, could still tell me that, but you know what, Sasha?” His mouth was back on hers, and his tongue was moving against hers. He let go of her hand, but to her utter surprise she kept it right where he left it—on his shaft, and a part of her knew that he had known that would have been the outcome. He slipped his hand up her bare thigh, under her dress, and covered her pussy. A gasp left her as the pads of his fingers skimmed along her skin. “I bet your pussy is wet from me, isn’t it?” He didn’t wait for her to answer before he was speaking again. “Yeah, I bet you’re fucking soaked, Sasha.”
Her name came out as a groan, and the image of him above her, thrusting in and out of her body, slammed into her head.
She was wet for him, but how could she actually form the words and tell him that? This whole situation was exciting, arousing, but frightening as well.
He rubbed her through her panties, and there was no doubt he felt how saturated her panties were. His fingers moved back and forth over her silk-covered cleft, and a harsh moan left her at how good it felt.
“You don’t have to say anything, baby.” He claimed her mouth again until her knees were weak and he was the one holding her up with his hand on her hip. “The only thing you have to tell me is that you want my fingers touching your bare pussy.” A gasp left her when he applied a minimal amount of pressure right over her clit.
“God, yes.” She couldn’t take the words back, not now that they tumbled from her mouth involuntarily.
“No, baby,” he whispered against her mouth. “Tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear you say it.” He continued to rub her clit, adding a little more pressure, and she grew impossibly wetter. She should feel like a slut letting him touch her like this, out in the open where anyone and everyone could see if they just rounded the corner, but the part of her that had wanted him for so long couldn’t and wouldn’t say the words to put a halt to all of this.
“I don’t want you to stop, Tanner.”
He grunted against her and pressed against her clit harder.
“I want this. I want you.” She curled her fingers into his broad shoulders and held on. “God,” she breathed out, “I want to feel all of you.”
“Do you realize how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words, Sasha?” His words were low, deep, and held a hint of longing that matched her own. “So. Fucking. Long.” He gripped the edge of her panties and pushed them aside. When his fingers touched the bare folds of her pussy a moan slipped from her. “Fuck, you are so fucking juicy, baby.” First he slipped one finger inside of her, just to the first knuckle, and moved the digit around. When he added a second one her mouth parted in wonder at the stretching, pleasurable feel of him inside of her. With two thick digits wedged in her pussy she couldn’t think clearly.