Page 41 of The Brothers Next Door

My mouth turned dry and I swallowed down the lump forming in my throat. “I don’t have that type of rhythm.” It didn’t help that she looked as sexy as hell, wearing a strapless red mini dress and heels. She looked amazing in form fitting clothing which accented her feminine curves. Like my brother, I preferred my women to have a soft, shapely body.

“Drinks are here,” Nate announced, settling on a stool on the other side of Layla after giving us our beverages. Nate and I had a beer while Layla opted for some fruity contraption. We watched the dancers as we sipped our drinks.

The music switched up to a sultry song.

Layla clapped in excitement as she stood up, nearly knocking the table over with her exuberance. “I love this song! Let’s go!” Grabbing my hand and that of my brother she urged us to our feet. Nate obliged without hesitation. I however, had many reservations, not budging from the chair.

“Come on Darrin, please.” She stepped closer to me and gave me a tender kiss on the lips. “Please,” she repeated, giving me a pleading look as she straightened.

Fuck.

“Just one dance,” she insisted, giving my hand another tug.

How could I say no to her? When it came to Layla no didn’t seem to be in my vocabulary and I seemed to be doing things I wouldn’t otherwise. Dropping my head in defeat, I stood and allowed myself to be led to the dance floor.

“How are we even supposed to do this as a trio?” I asked as we found a vacant spot on the dance floor.

Layla spun to face me and slipped her arms around my neck, rubbing her body against mine. Leaning into me, her lips less than an inch from my ear, she whispered, “Move with the music. Fuck me on the dance floor, without fucking me.” As she finished the sentence, she rubbed her pelvis against my semi-erect cock and I groaned. But despite my reservations, I found my body beginning to move on its own in time with the music.

Nate moved up behind Layla, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaning forward, placing a line of kisses along her bare shoulder. His body moved in time with the music, rubbing his groin against her ass as he moved.

She moaned against my neck and when she looked back up and into my eyes, there was hunger burning in them.

Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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Layla

I had to be in heaven, that was the only reasonable explanation for what was going on tonight. Having the two men rubbing against me, their hands exploring my body as we danced, was making me hornier than I’d ever been. And there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it aside from endure the sweet torture.

God, I hoped they stayed over again tonight. As much as I didn’t want to become their fuck toy, I couldn’t deny how much I wanted to experience what I had the previous night again and again and again.

The first song ended, and despite Darrin’s initial hesitation, he seemed to be getting into the spirit. Of course, I had a feeling the hard bulge in his pants was a driving factor.

Spinning around to face Nate, I stretched out against Darrin’s body, slipping my arm over my head and grasping the back of Darrin’s neck. Turning my head, I urged his lips down to mine. As we kissed, our tongues fighting, I fisted the front of Nate’s shirt, pulling him to me.

Ending my kiss with Darrin, I pulled Nate into me. He gave me a wink as he leaned forward and his lips claimed mine. As we kissed, I felt hands moving up my inner thigh. A part of me felt alarmed—we were on the dance floor! But it was towards the back and was quite dark. With Nate’s body in front of me and Darrin behind, anyone looking at us would be hard pressed to see what was going on.

“Oh God,” I gasped as Nate’s lips left mine and the hand between my legs found the apex, cupping my mound. I’d decided to forego the underwear tonight, due to my fear of panty lines. The men seemed to be intent on taking advantage of that fact.

“Yes, baby,” Nate replied, grinning.

“I want to fuck you here and now,” Darrin whispered into my ear as he slipped a finger between my moist folds and began stroking me.

“Oh God. Here? What if…”

“What if? What?” As he asked the question his finger slipped into me and I cried out and began to whimper as he began stroking me in just the right spot to drive me wild.

Dammit, these men were cruel! But it was an amazing type of cruel.

It occurred to me for a moment that even if people couldn’t see me getting finger fucked on the dance floor they’d see me making out with two men. Whether or not they could tell the men were twins in the dim lighting was hard to say. Surprisingly enough instead of being embarrassed, I felt strong, sexy, powerful.

His finger continued its beautiful torture, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. I began panting and started to feel light-headed, no longer even certain if we were still dancing. The world around me disappeared and all that mattered was my impending orgasm.

“I’m going to—oh God… Darrin…” I couldn’t even complete a thought. The moisture between my legs was dripping and the coil in my belly was so tight it almost hurt. I wanted to come. No, I needed to come.

When Nate stepped closer to me again and bit the side of my neck, sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine, it was my undoing. I cried out as I plateaued. I was certain that despite the loud music some of the couples surrounding us must have heard. Though I didn’t care who heard. I was in heaven with two of the most amazing men I’d ever met.

As I was left panting and spent, suspended between the hard bodies of two of the most amazing men I’d even met, all I could think about was how I never wanted this to end. But good things like this didn’t come without turmoil.

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