Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star coming on to them—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! I was turning somersaults.
But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?
Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman—and that left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.
This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, double penetration
“That’s it, just there, I’m…I’m…” I cried out as I came. The explosive climax was hard and fast and my high-pitched gasp echoed around the kitchen. My pussy clamped Tim’s fingers as my clit pulsed in his mouth. Intense pleasure washed through me, spreading over my skin like liquid gold and twisting my insides until my body went boneless.
I felt myself slipping, my elbows gave way and my spine curled. I was sliding off the edge of the counter, the rim perilously near the edge of my buttocks.
Suddenly big arms clamped around me and hot lips pressed down on mine. I fed desperately off the demanding tongue as I was held tight against a wide, hot chest.
“It’s not polite to leave someone out of the party,” Dean breathed into my mouth.
I opened dazed eyes and stared straight into Dean’s mossy green irises. “Oh God, Dean, I’m so sorry,” I panted.
Tim raised his head and lifted my legs back over his shoulders, placing my feet on his knees.
“I didn’t mean…” I said in a shaky voice, curling my fingers into Dean’s t-shirt to keep him close. Keep him from walking away. “I’m sorry, I…”
One side of Dean’s mouth twitched into a half-smile. He glanced down at Tim, who was wiping his shiny chin with the back of his hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, shivering as a final orgasmic shudder claimed me. “I just, I don’t…” I shook my head. “It’s been a long time.”
Dean grinned. “I can tell,” he said. “Jeez, you just about exploded off the worktop. Good job I walked in and caught you when I did.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You—you don’t mind?” I asked, looking at his smiling face.
“Hell, no. Seems like the best solution for all of us. We both like you, you like both of us.” He paused. “At least I think you do—”
“Yes, yes I do.”
Dean smiled. “So let’s all have fun together.”
“Yeah,” Tim said, smoothing his hands up my legs to the tops of my stockings. “What better way to spend Christmas Eve than being surrounded by brotherly love, eh Sylvia?”
I looked between them. Was this really happening? Were they really suggesting I didn’t need to make a choice?
It seemed they were.
I swallowed tightly as Dean pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. “Say yes, honey,” he murmured. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
I didn’t think for a minute I would.
“Yes,” I said, tucking my fingers under the hacked-off arms of his t-shirt and feeling smooth, warm skin. “Yes, I want you both, I didn’t know how to choose. I couldn’t. I—”
“Good, that’s all we need to know,” Tim said, pushing up from the chair and scraping the legs noisily on the floor tiles. “’Cause you got me so hard it’s getting damn uncomfortable in these jeans.” He plucked me out of Dean’s embrace into his and lifted me off the counter. “It’s time to all get naked. But first I need a shower. Pounding those drums under the studio lights worked up a bit of a sweat, as did that moment of excitement.”