Jordan was a classic handsome in his white, button-up shirt and black jeans. Her porch light gleamed on the shiny toes of his polished, black boots. He was pressed and clean. Her eyes fixated on his full lips, the same lips that had brought her so much pleasure. The arousal that had been swirling through her body over the past week was now vibrating inside of her. The small, black thong she was wearing was drenched, and she hadn’t even left her house yet.
“Payton, you look amazing.” The awe in Logan’s voice sent a bubble of giddiness through her. The appreciation that filled his blue eyes made her feel beautiful and desirable.
“He’s right, baby. Every man is going to be jealous of us tonight, because we’ll be with the most beautiful woman in town.” Jordan ran his fingers gently down her arm and clasped her hand. As she moved out of the house, she felt herself being pulled into Logan’s arms.
It was a simple hug. There was nothing sexual about the way his arms wrapped around her, and Payton felt herself relax into his, letting a little of her anxiety leave her. She felt his hard, muscled body press against her soft curves, and desire quickly began to slam into her over and over again. With every beat of her heart, another wave of need hit her.
“Thank you, guys. Let me just lock up and we can go.” She slowly extracted herself from Logan’s arms, scared that she would jump him there on the front steps of her porch, not caring who saw them if she remained so close to him.
The small chitchat they shared on the way to the restaurant was slightly strained and filled with nervous tension. They were all a little on edge with them finally being on their first date.
She smiled at how Jordan held onto her elbow while Logan placed his hand on the small of her back as they moved through the restaurant. Being with them was nerve-racking, but there was something sweet about them that melted her heart and broke down what was left of the wall she’d constructed around herself.
“How has everything been going with the business?” She knew it was silly to be asking them something so trivial, but she was genuinely interested in what they did. They owned and operated a specialty leather business. They made everything from purses to saddles and a few interesting things in between. Not only did they fit and form the creations, but they also always cured their own leather so they could guarantee the quality of the leather they used.
She understood the time and dedication it took to begin a business and make it successful, how that business could take over a person’s life and rule every minute of their day. There was a sense of pride that radiated off of them and filled their voices when they spoke about their business, and she couldn’t help but appreciate that kind of commitment.
“We’ve been keeping busy. We’ve got this special project going right now, and in a month or two, The Inferno will have their annual auction and open house weekend. That will be a huge weekend for us as well.” Logan brushed his fingertips back and forth across the top her hand where it sat on the tabletop.
With all the leather products they produced, the leather clothing and accessories sold the most to the clientele of The Inferno, the local BDSM club. The owner of the club, Gabriel Stone, was a big client for the West twins, along with the members of his club.
“Gabe called us not long ago to let us know the number of people that had RSVP’d to the event so we could get a jump start on some of the top sellers. We should start to slow down around August.” Jordan duplicated his brother’s touch, but on the top of her thigh beneath the table.
With both of their hands on her gently stroking and grazing her skin in a barely there touch, every nerve awoke. Her skin was on fire wherever their fingers touched. A pool of liquid arousal wet her panties, and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together in a pitiful excuse to relieve some of the pressure building in her clit. She wet her suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue.
The few tastes they had given her of what it would be like to be with them were not enough. She wanted more. Everything inside of her told her she wanted everything they could give her, everything they could offer her. Yet, there was still a small voice deep inside of her that kept telling her to be careful.
“Everything been going all right over at the saloon?”
She wanted to giggle at their simple questions, the same questions they asked every day when they’d spoken on the phone over the past few days.
Jordan’s eyes surveyed the rest of her now naked body after tearing his mouth away from hers. She smirked to herself as the hardened member behind the zipper of his jeans jumped as if desperate to leap from the tight confines of the denim. It made her feel beautiful, and she needed to see his body’s reaction to her. She pushed her rear backward and felt the same evidence of desire in the front of Logan’s pants as well.
Being trapped by their arms and her clothes, she had no other choice but let them have their way with her. Payton knew all she had to do was say no and they would let her go. They would right her clothes and then leave the office.
She didn’t want to turn them away.
Her body was crying out for their touch. Her brain had stopped functioning. The sensations running through her body were all she could focus on. She gave herself up to their ministrations as she leaned back against Logan. She gave herself over to the feelings of raw desire and need that were passing through her body. A desire and need that was no longer a gentle hum, but a raging cry of desperation.
Jordan skimmed his fingers through the wet folds of her pussy as Logan fondled her breasts. They set out together to assault her senses. Her mind came to screeching halt as she watched Jordan pull his wet fingers from her body and slid them into his mouth. He sucked and slicked her juices from his fingers. He closed his eyes on a moan of appreciation as if he had a world’s delicacy in his mouth, and her pussy released another gush of cream.
The heat in his eyes was staggering when he opened his eyes to look at her. Payton couldn’t remember the last time a man looked at her like that. It made her feel wanted and sexy. As if she could bend them to her will.
Without a single word, Jordan dropped to his knees in front of her. He wasn’t giving her a minute for her brain to kick in or start processing. He licked her slit from her entrance to her clit, flattening his tongue against her and gathering all her cream. He groaned deep in the back of his throat, and the hands that were holding her hips tightened fiercely.
“How does she taste? I bet she tastes amazing.” Logan’s voice sounded strangled behind her as he watched his brother’s head move between her legs. He continued to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples with his hands.
“Amazing is an understatement. She tastes incredible on my tongue. Tangy and fresh.” He sucked her labia into his mouth before flicking his tongue into the clenching opening of her vagina. He mimicked the act of sex with his tongue as he fucked her pussy.
She could feel her orgasm flittering around her, and she desperately reached for it. As her hips bucked, she growled and moaned, frantic to feel the rush of her release. Logan pinched her nipple hard, giving her a bit of pain that pushed her closer to climax. He nipped the side of her neck, sliding his hand down her torso, and reached around his brother’s face.
At the exact moment Jordan sucked her clit into his mouth in a forceful tug, Logan plunged two fingers deep into her weeping pussy. The feel of both of them working her pussy together sent her flying over the edge. She screamed their names as wave after wave hit her. Her muscles clenched, and her body shook. Her hands found their way into Jordan and Logan’s hair. She clutched them both to her, pulling on the silken strands of their chocolate hair as she rode out the soul-shattering feelings they had evoked from her body.
She slumped between them, her body shivering with every lingering lick Jordan gave her pussy as she came down from her orgasm. Logan continued to kiss her neck, shoulders, and cheeks and pet her body as she slowly caught her breath.
“Baby, you’re gorgeous when you come,” Logan whispered as he began to right her clothes. He pulled the cups of her bra back into place and dropped her shirt as Jordan gently pulled her thong and jeans up. After snapping and zipping the denim back into place, Jordan pulled her into his arms, kissing her lips deeply.
She could taste the tang of her cream on his tongue. The mixed flavor of them together sparked her desire again. She could feel the hard length of him pulsing in his jeans. She wanted to give them the same pleasure they’d given her. As they both continued to touch her, running their hands over her shaking body, she purred against Jordan’s lips.