The twins keep playing with me while Deke’s truck turns off the main road and winds through a residential neighborhood. By the time he pulls up in front of a single-story ranch house, I’m ready to get down to business right there on the street.

Fortunately, the brothers are in motion before I can communicate that desire. Jake opens his door and slides out, scooping me right along with him. My feet don’t even touch down, because as soon as I’m clear of the cab, he drapes me over one shoulder and carries me into the house, patting my ass in a way that makes me dig my nails into his back.

Deke’s right behind us, and I hear the front door close and lock. Jake must have his own key, which makes sense. Unless he lives here too?

He certainly knows his way around. There’s no hesitation in his stride as he moves through a living room dominated by a huge flat-screen tv and a big pool table at one end. From the glimpses I can see in this position, the house is a stereotypically masculine domain.

We go down a hallway and into the last room. When Jake sets me on my feet, I see it’s a decent-sized master bedroom with a huge bed. That’s all I have time to notice before the brothers close in.

Jake’s in front of me. I expect a kiss, but instead he goes to his knees, and his hands slide up my bare thighs, under my denim skirt, pushing it up around my waist. Before I can moan in appreciation and anticipation, Deke, behind me, turns my head and claims my mouth.

His hands cup my breasts at the same time, his thumbs brushing lightly over my nipples while his lips mimic the action against my mouth. Back and forth, softly, the gentle friction driving me mad. I whimper and stretch toward him, begging wordlessly for more, as Jake’s mouth follows the trail of his hands, the stubble on his cheeks rubbing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

Deke pinches my nipples, making me gasp, the sound muffled by his tongue as it plunges into my mouth. Heat jolts from my breasts down to my clit, where Jake is tormenting me, his thumb brushing against my panties as delicately as Deke was touching me a few moments ago.

His head reappears from beneath my skirt. “You smell delicious. I can’t wait to eat you.”

My answering groan is, again, swallowed by his brother. Jake hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband of my panties and tugs them down. He lifts my feet free, one at a time, and then hooks my legs over his shoulders. His hands cup my ass, bringing me toward him.

And then he feasts.

Sensation sears through me, building so fast it dizzies me. Deke breaks off his kiss long enough to peel off my top and bra. When I’m naked from the waist up, he goes down to his knees as well, my upper back against his chest, his head dropping so he can reach my breasts.

Braced between them, I feel like a pagan goddess being worshiped. Pleasure ricochets through my body, gathering in my core only to spiral out again, and return stronger than before. The brothers are hungry, relentless, but beneath their carnal barrage I feel … cherished.

Jake has gone from tasting me, as if I’m a fine wine, to devouring me, lips and teeth and tongue driving me wild. Deke is sucking deeply at my breast, every tug intensifying the storm between my legs. His other hand is twisting my nipple, pulling it, tweaking it, until I writhe in their grasp, the motion pushing me against Jake’s mouth.

“Please,” I beg, and Deke lifts his head.

“Please what, pretty Tara?”

“I need to come.” Jake has been all around my clit, and has teased it gently, but he’s not giving me enough to soar over the summit that rises before me, just out of reach.

“Do you?” Deke says, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. I’m afraid the brothers are going to torment me indefinitely, because Jake doesn’t stop and doesn’t respond to my plea — not with words, anyway.

What he does, finally, is suck my swollen tip into his mouth.

“Oh, yes! Fuck, yes, yes, yes,” I chant. My hips are rising, and Jake’s squeezing my ass in time with my desperate efforts to shove my pussy into his mouth. Deke starts plucking at my nipples with both hands, in the same rhythm, all the energy humming and pulsing through my body joining together in a symphony of imminent ecstasy.

Jake sucks harder, and my body goes taut like strung piano wire. “Almost there, fuck, I’m gonna come …” His teeth graze my clit, and my climax bursts over me in scalding waves of release.

“Oh, shiiiiiiit,” is all I manage to get out before Deke’s mouth covers mine again. He nips at my lower lip, the tiny flash of pain magnifying the pleasure cascading through me. Jake hasn’t stopped his ministrations. If I jerk in his grasp, he gives me a break for a few seconds, but then he’s back at my clit again.

I lose track of how many times the brothers bring me. When they finally strip off my skirt, lift my limp body, and lay it on the bed, I’m both replete and ravenous. I can’t wait for more of whatever they want to do to me.

It takes some effort, but I manage to prop myself up on my elbows and watch as their clothes come off. The bulging muscles of their arms, so delicious under their snug t-shirts, are even more mouthwatering revealed to my eyes. Their broad chests and washboard abs with matching happy trails … exquisite.

But when their jeans are history …

Oh. My. God.

If I didn’t want them inside me so badly, I could stare at their bodies for hours. Especially — I’m not ashamed to say it — their beautiful, long, thick cocks, both of them very happy to be here. It’s as if twin copies of Michelangelo’s statue of David have come to life, but with modern proportions.

And tattoos. Not on their cocks, though. Those are unadorned, and no less magnificent for it.

The smile that spreads across my face makes no secret of how much they delight me. And then they’re on the bed with me, on either side of me, the heat pouring off their bodies its own form of aphrodisiac.

I look from one to the other, still smiling. “Who wants to go first?”

Deke raises an eyebrow. “First?” My smile falters, and he bursts out laughing, ending with an “oof” when I punch him in the stomach. His abs are rock-hard, so I know he’s just playing with me.

Jake’s hand trails down my abdomen, which is anything but rock hard. When my head turns his way, he’s trying not to grin and failing badly. “Thing is, sugar, we can both be involved, so to speak, without it being, mmm, total involvement. More pleasure for you that way.”

My smile comes back and gets bigger, even as a flush heats my face. “Oh, well then …”

“Good.” And with that, Jake kisses me.

I can taste myself on him. He’s more demanding than his brother, and my body ignites in response. Deke wastes no time in cupping me, and the next moment two thick fingers plunge inside me. His thumb goes to work on my clit, and in seconds I’m revving, on the verge of another shattering climax.

When he replaces his thumb with his mouth, I shoot over the edge, screaming into Jake’s mouth, coming so hard it makes me dizzy. And we’re just getting started.