“Yes, Tay Tay,” his twin calls out, releasing me.
Kicking off my boxers, I join Dante in bed, Desi climbing in after. It’s pure pleasure, both of them kissing and caressing me. I’ve been with men and women, but nothing compares to this. I doubt any sexual experience ever will.
I’m steadily leaking precum onto Dante’s fingers as he jerks me off, and I do the same to him. Des massages my balls, and the dual sensation has me lightheaded, floating in a cloud of ecstasy.
My cock pulses, and I moan into Dante’s mouth, pushing back against Des. “I need to come.”
“Can I suck you or fuck you?” Des asks, husky and rough.
A chill runs down my spine, and goosebumps erupt along my feverish skin. I already know what I’m choosing. I’ll regret it if I don’t. “I want you inside me while I suck Dante.”
“Fuuuuuck,” they both curse.
Chapter 12
Desmond
Iscramble from the bed in search of my bag, finding it by the door. Front pocket. Lube and condom. Got it.
This might be the most incredible night of my life. My twin typically takes several rounds of shots and relentless badgering to go out with someone, let alone sleep with them. He’s stuck in his head. Not exactly fun, or the best wingman, but he goes along for my sake.
Before now, I assumed he disliked kissing, but perhaps he disliked the other person and wasn’t willing to force it.
Tonight, his affections are undoubtedly authentic. You can’t fake passion, tenderness, or possessiveness. He genuinely likes Agent Mercer, and I knew he would.
I palm my angry erection, stroking lazily, and consider the best way to do this. I need everyone to be comfortable, able to focus on having a mind-blowing orgasm, like I’m about to. The position they’re in now won’t work—sideways head is annoying, I know that much.
As if reading my thoughts, my brother props himself up against the pillows and headboard. Lucas climbs between hislegs, but before he can lie down on the mattress, Dante pulls him in for a brief kiss.
“You okay with this?”
“Yes,” he answers, quiet but confident.
We’re about six-three. Lucas is average height—maybe five-nine—and skinny, like he has never lifted a weight in his life. He’s probably a hell of a runner. He has those runner’s legs and ass, those toned abs.
My twin threads his fingers through Lucas’ wild hair. “Have you done this before?”
Another, more confident, “Yes.”
“Not exactly what I wanted to hear,” Dante grumbles.
I smile at his jealousy. He was worried aboutmebecoming attached—ha! He needs to worry about himself.
“Not with two people, if that’s what you’re asking,” Lucas clarifies.
“Hmm…a little better.” Dante pecks his lips. “I wanna make sure we don’t hurt you.”
“You won’t. I…I prepped before I came over.”
My dick jerks in response.
Dante’s brows shoot skyward. “In case Desi wanted to fuck you?”
“Y-yes…is that bad?”
He shakes his head, a rare smile on his grumpy mug. “Not at all. It’s fucking hot, but next time, we’ll do it for you.” He fists Lucas’ hair. “Get down there and suck my cock. Show my twin that pretty ass of yours.”
Chest to the mattress, bubble butt in the air, our shy nerd obeys.
