Page 32 of The Devil's Pair

“That – that seems reasonable,” she said, her voice constricted with longing and memory.God, she felt Drake’s fingers inside again, as strong and sure as if he wereactuallytouching her right that second. “So – so that’ll be you.”

“That’ll be me,” he agreed. “If the lady consents?”

“She does. Shetotallydoes.”

“OK, then,” he said softly. “I’ll be right back.”

He got to his feet, and Briley got her first proper look at that delectable ass as he left. He was one of those men who looked just as amazing leaving a room as he did entering it, and that was fully clothed. She’d been sure that the view while he was naked was going to be staggering, and sure enough, she’d been bang-on correct.

“You nervous, babe?”

She looked over her shoulder at Dux, and was surprised to realize that shewasn’tnervous –like atall. Weirder thanthat, it occurred to her that she hadn’t felt even a flicker of nerves since Drake had held her face in his hands, her heart in his hands, and asked her if she was ready to begin.

Somehow, being here in her bed with both of them at the same time felt like the most normal, natural thing that she’d ever experienced. Like… she wasmeantto be here with them like this, like all those other men before were just the tribute bands, and Dux and Drake were the real deal.

“No,” she said, and she heard the wonder in her own voice. “No, I feel really comfortable. I feel – I don’t know. I think it’s really beautiful to be your total and only focus, both of you at the same time, like… like your only desire is to make sure that I’m happy.”

“Andsatisfied,” Drake said from the door. “Don’t forget aboutthat.”

She laughed, thinking about her two Richter-scale orgasms. “As if I could… you had me begging in about two minutes flat.”

“Well,” Dux said. “Let’s just see if we can beat that record, huh? Make you beg some more?”

Drake walked towards the bed, stroking his cock and then rolling on a condom as he approached. Behind her, she felt Dux harden against the curve of her hip, and she pushed back against him, unable to stop herself.God, they hadn’t been kidding when they’d told her that this was a whole new world, one where two naked men made her the center ofallof their attention, where two men worshipped her with every single inch of their bodies; where she was sandwiched between two huge, hard guys, kissed and touched by two sets of hands and lips. It was addictive and astonishing, and she’d barely scratched the surface of its possibilities.

Gently, Drake turned her away from him to face his brother, then lifted her to her hands and knees. She gasped as his hand stroked between her legs, slowly, experimentally, feeling how ready she was. At the same time, Dux got on his knees in front of her, that thick, amazing cock there, ready for her to take into her mouth.

Without a word, not able to wait for even one more second to taste him, Briley moved forward a few inches. She licked up and down Dux's cock, long strokes that made him shudder. Her hands were alive and confident, teasing him as her tongue flicked out. He wanted to beg her to take him into her whole mouth, but he stayed still as she slowly worked her way down.

Finally,finally, she touched the tip of his cock. His hips lifted and he moaned as her thumb ran around and around, pressing and stroking. A bit of salty liquid spurted out of him,proof of his rapid loss of command and cool in this situation, and she gently spread it around his cock, heightening the sensations. He arched his back, trying not to come right away.

She smiled, the smile of a woman who knows she’s desperately wanted, and looked up at him. “I cannot wait to take you in my mouth.”

He gasped, fighting down the urge to climax just at her words. “Oh, God, babe. Please.”

“Please what?” She was teasing him the way he and Drake had teased her earlier, her fingers stroking him, her hot breath on him, but not taking him fully, not yet.

“Please suck me. Please…”

She slid her mouth over his tip, just an inch. She pulled back.

“Like that?”

“More… deeper. Oh,God, Briley. More.”

“You little tease,” Drake rasped behind her, and he parted her thighs wider, stepped between them. “Either you take him or you don’t get taken.”

She made a small huff of protest, then holding Dux’s eyes, not breaking contact for even one second, she moved her lips on to him. She slid down his cock, her tongue alive, and she took more and more of him into her sweet, pouting little mouth. He gasped and shook with the effort of staying in one coherent piece, but he was losing the fight fast.

Briley slid up again, torturously slowly, making him wait for it. She swirled around the tip, moved down. Faster now, more pressure. His hands were in her hair lightly, his huge chest heaving, his head thrown back. He shook, tensed, shook again.

She was just feeling in control of the situation –feeling quite smug about it, actually – when Drake was suddenly on her. He pressed his chest against her back, his tongue licking the side of her throat, his strong forearm around her waist. Thenhis thick fingers were inside her, stroking, plunging, twisting. He grinned at her surprised moans of pleasure and need, at the way that she quaked under him. He pushed deeper now, felt her pussy tighten and release with his every thrust.

Briley wanted to ask for more, wanted to beg – but she wasn’t able to say one word, not with her mouth busy with Dux’s own need and pleasure. All she could do was give strangled little cries when Drake tightened his fingers around her clit and squeezed gently, released, squeezed again. Her cry turned to a shocked scream deep in her throat as pure, molten pleasure rolled through body, her hands crumpling the sheets beneath her.

Drake lightly ran his soaked fingers over her hard bundle of nerves before returning to her slick channel and pushing deeper still. “Isthiswhere you want me, darlin’?”

She made a sound of assent, all the while moving up and down Dux’s cock, listening to his harsh breathing as he started to move his hips back and forth, his hands clenched in her hair.

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