Chapter Six
Kaylen
When would I learn? Was I ever going to learn? Twins are dangerous. Evan was going to think I was a floozy. What am I going to say? What could I say?
Evan stood on my doorstep with flowers. How sweet was he?
His jaw clenched when he saw Ethan behind me and then shockingly, he laughed. “I don’t know why I didn’t expect this shit from you. I’ll admit, we ain’t shit for lying. I should have known better.”
Ethan chuckled and nodded. “True. Nice flowers.”
“They’re for you,” he said extending them to me.
“Thank you,” I said breathing them in. “They smell wonderful. Here, let me open the door so I can put them in some water.”
his was beyond awkward. I didn’t turn to look at either of them until I’d found a vase. It was best to pretend everything was alright. After filling the vase with water, I stuck in the bouquet of flowers in and turned around. The boys were still waiting in the doorway, leaning against opposite ends. They looked like mirror images of each other.
I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to say.
“Well—”
”Look, babe,” Ethan said cutting me off. I guessed it was Ethan, because Evan took the time to listen. “You gotta choose.”
“He’s right,” Evan said, his face neutral. I wanted so badly to know what was going on in his head. “I’m not about to compete with my brother.”
I stood there, frozen. What could I say? I couldn’t choose. How could I choose? I opened my mouth and closed it. I couldn’t say it out loud.
Well?” Ethan was so impatient.
“Don’t rush her,” Evan snapped, leaning forward menacingly.
“I… I…”
You what?” Ethan was practically foaming at the mouth.
I looked at them. How could they look so similar but be so different? To anyone who was looking, really looking, they could see. Ethan had a mole on the right side of his cheek. Evan had the same, but on his left. While they both had dimples, only Ethan smiled often enough to show them. Evan was more observant; Ethan was a wild boy prone to leaping before he looked. They were two completely different people, incapable of being interchangeable, and for that, I wanted them both.
“I can’t choose.”
‘Why not?” Ethan asked, fuming.
“Because…”
I couldn’t actually admit it out loud. Could I?
“Because what, Kaylen?”
I could feel my skin burning. I was probably red from head to toe.
Evan pushed off the doorway and leaned forward until we were eye to eye despite the countertop between us. “Tell me why, Kay.”
I could tell Evan. I could trust Evan with my truth. “Because I want you both,” I whispered.
I could see the desire burning in Evan’s eyes. The scent of his cologne drifted through my nostrils—a scent I was quickly becoming addicted to, and I knew he could see that reflected in my eyes. I was caught in his web, and the desire was outweighing the fear of rejection.
“You heard her, bro,” Ethan said from behind me. I hadn’t heard him move at all. “Can we put away the fighting and give the lady what she wants?”
As if compelled by some unseen sign, Evan stepped away and leaned against the counter. I could feel both their gazes like fingers caressing my needy swells. I could feel my cheeks flush crimson with heat and embarrassment.
A small half-closed smile played on Ethan’s lips. Evan pushed his fists in his pockets and licked his lips. “Alright. Take off your clothes.”
Both twins rounded me again until again they were both leaning against the kitchen counter, watching me.
My hands trembled as I grabbed the bottom of my blouse and pulled it over my head. I watched the fabric puddle on the floor before glancing up. Their eyes darkened with lust. My legs barely support me as I unzipped my pants and pushed it down until I could climb out of each leg.
Two pairs of blue eyes drank in my body in my black lace underwear. I wanted to turn away for courage, but I couldn’t look away from their intense stares. The kitchen lights were so bright, they could see everything. There was nowhere to hide. My full breasts, my stretchmarks, my scars, and my desire. The hunger in their eyes propelled my arms backward to unhook my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. My heavy breasts dropped and looking in their eyes, I let one hand trace the length of my collarbone and down until both hands explored my warm body. The cool air soothed my aching breasts, puckered with excitement. Squeezing and pinching my nipples set both men on edge. I could see Evan’s jaw clench and Ethan’s nose flare as I rubbed a pink nipple between my fingers.
My hand continued downward, cupping my lace covered mound. I squeezed my thighs together, rubbing my swollen clit against the drenched material.
“I need someone to come take my panties off.”
“That’s it,” Ethan said, walking forward. “It’s time for you to go bed.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
I squealed a little before the world turned upside down. Evan stood before me looking down like a stone statue.
Ethan sped through my apartment. There were only two doors—the bathroom and the bedroom—and both were open. Ethan threw me on the bed and I bounced hard before coming to a stop. He bent over my body, one knee planted between my spread thighs, and grabbed the material in a bunch before snatching them down my legs. He bought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“She smells sweet, Ev. I wonder if she tastes like it too.”
Evan stood to the side, caressing the smooth skin of my thigh before he sat down. His hand held on thigh to the side as Ethan’s hand held the other. I was open for both of them to see my glistening pussy. There was no way to close my thighs and just when I was starting to feel too nervous, Evan rubbed the inside of my knee. It was so gentle and calming that I forgot my worries. I relaxed and moaned softly.
I felt the bed move, and before I could open my eyes I felt a cool tongue lapping at my slick pussy. My hips bucked forward begging for more, so needy.
“Evan,” I moaned.
Ethan, now naked, climbed in front of me, lunging at the head of the bed with my pillows under him, his thick shaft pointed straight at my face.
“Suck me,” he growled. I couldn’t see anything, but I couldn’t keep myself from touching him. I reached up to trail my fingers along the curve of his hardened chest. I could feel the soft patches of his hair, his tiny hard nipples, and the narrow lines leading to his dick. Ethan’s fingers tightened in my hair as his stomached flinched under my touch. He let out a low sigh as I swallowed him in inch by inch.
Evan slipped two fingers inside me as I moaned, opening my mouth wider as Ethan slipped deeper into my throat. There was nothing but hard male body in my mouth. I could smell his musk and taste the salt of his skin. Ethan was a bad boy; he lived for control and I wondered what it would take to make him lose it completely.
My teeth skimmed along the hard ridges of his shaft very gently and he jerked in my mouth. “Fuck.”
Evan pumped his thick fingers inside me even harder and I whimpered.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
I could feel myself close to coming. Ethan pumped in and out of me in hard fast strokes, pressing on my g-spot while sucking on my clit. My pussy quivered and spasmed.
Evan leaned forward and whispered, “I want you to come for me.”
I moaned helplessly around Ethan’s dick as I came apart, clamping onto something, anything to fill me. Evan didn’t wait, his fingers were soon replaced with his hard dick. The only thing keeping me from levitating off the bed was my firm grasp on Ethan’s waist. I think I left scratch marks. He must have been into pain because his creamy liquid instantly flooded my throat in spurts. The first wad took me by surprise, but I swallowed the rest eagerly, used to the taste. He held my head tightly, fingers wrapped around my hair, and pumped slowly until his breathing slowed. Gratefully, he let go and pulled away. My jaw ached, in a good way, and Ethan found my eyes as I swallowed.
Evan wasn’t through with me yet. Ethan disappeared somewhere behind me, I don’t know where. I could hear him panting, but that all disappeared as Evan slid into me. Holding tightly to my waist, he slid in slowly, inch by inch. This was nothing like with Ethan. Ethan was hard and fast—starting, crashing, and ending on fire—but Evan was a slow rolling wave. Everything faded away and there was nothing but the man on top of me. His jaw clenched and drops of water fell onto my body. No, not water—sweat. He was sweating and trembling in a concentrated effort not to ram into me. I smiled softly. He was so sweet and caring.
I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him close to kiss him. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I won’t break,” I said.
“I know,” he said through gritted teeth, “but I want you to know that he’s wrong.”
Evan leaned forward, kissing my collarbone down to my breasts and sucked on my nipple. His hands held onto me, kneading flesh, licking, sucking and making me whimper. My heart fluttered in my chest at his words. He remembered. That moment between us when we were floating in the water and I admitted that I thought my husband was right about me—that maybe I was just destined for bad sex. Evan was right: he was wrong. This was the best sex I’d ever had, and Evan cared enough to make sure I knew it.
“Oh, Evan,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer.
With every thrust he whispered into my ear. “You’re amazing. You’re passionate. You’re beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
I held him tightly, wrapping myself around his body and his words. I needed to hear them. I needed him.
Do you hear me, Kay?” he leaned back to make sure I heard and I fisted the sheets ready for my orgasm to come. “Tell me you hear me,” he said, pushed harder into my quivering cunt.
“I hear you.”
“Tell me you believe me,” he said grunting out his words.
“Oh… God. I believe you.”
“Tell me you’re coming.”
I was not a liar, and he knew what he was doing when he softly pinched my clit.
I screamed and arched my back into his hard chest. “I’m coming!”
Evan’s soft groans of satisfaction followed with deep rhythmic thrusts as he came with me.
“Now round two,” he said, smirking and looking so much like Ethan.
“But. Where’d E—”
“Shush, baby. Ethan is grown ass man. Wherever he is,” he said flipping us until he was lying on the bed, “he’s missing out. Now sit on my face.”
Heat rippled through my entire body. “What?” I couldn’t do that. The lights were on, he’d see everything. What would he think?
Sensing my hesitation, Evan pulled my chin until he could kiss me softly. “You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen, Kaylen. There’s no part of you I don’t want to see, don’t want to kiss. I want to taste that sweet pussy, and I want it on my face. Everything that asshole said was a lie and I want you. Don’t do this for me. Do it for yourself. Show me how wrong you know he is.” There was no way I could say no to that. “Okay,” he smiled and kissed me swiftly. “That’s my girl. Now. Face. Sit.”
I was ridiculously nervous, but I imagined Evan’s tongue was as skilled as his hands and dick were. He helped me settle above his head, and looking down, I could see him smiling from between my legs.
“I told you. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. How could anyone let go of you?”
I moaned as he pulled me down onto his mouth. His tongue caressed my sensitive mound softly, lapping in spirals as he guided me by my ass to move over him. Back and forth I rocked against him, and when I started to shake, he held me firmly in place, thrusting his tongue as deep as possible into me. His tongue went deeper and deeper and I felt him slip in two fingers inside me; my hips responded without his guidance. I felt so full as he slipped in another two. His tongue danced in between his digits as everything he did took me on a ride. Any reservations I had went out the window and I lost myself to the sensations of riding his face. Quickly, he stuck his pinky in my ass. The sound of him growling and the dark pleasure I got from his finger in my ass was too much. My back arched and I slammed my hands against the wall as I came with a loud cry.
He held me firmly until I finished and then with a groan I sat up. I moaned aloud when I saw his mouth drenched in my wetness. My eyes could roll to the back of my head just from seeing him lick his fingers clean while watching me deep in lust.
“You taste amazing. Sweet and tangy.”
Watching him was so hot, and now instead of being sated, I was in need of him again. I could only whimper.
“I know, Kay. I know. I’m going to give you what you need.”
He didn’t have to tell me. I spread my legs for him as wide as they could go as he positioned himself between them.
“This is going to be rough, honey.”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, Evan. Fuck me. Please!”
I yelped as he thrust in hard and deep. His control snapped along with mine as he pounded into me relentlessly. My head hit the headboard but I couldn’t feel it. I was lost in the mask on Evan’s face. Gone was the neutral and mysterious face of a man I couldn’t figure out. His face was contorted in ecstasy. I’d made him lose control and the man underneath the mystery was as sexy as I thought.
He was right. It was hard, fast, and rough, but it was every bit of amazing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him even as we both made guttural noises and my sex clung to him, clenching uncontrollably. The room carried nothing but our scent, our moans, and it was a moment of pure beauty. In all my life, I’d never had anything like it before.
“Fuck. Kay. I have to come.”
“Give it to me,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders tight as light flashed behind my eyelids.
“You first,” he growled, a gentleman even in the heat of the moment. “Let me see it.”
His eyes bore into mine as my orgasm took over. He didn’t let up, swiveling his hips and hitting more spots as my orgasm went on and on. He was a madman, pumping into me like a machine, completely focused on fucking me into oblivion. I knew the exact moment he pitched over the edge, his fingers gripping my hips as his head tossed back. He screamed as my sex convulsed on him, milking him for every drop.
Finally, he slumped over me and together we lay in a heap of warm flesh, trying to catch our breath. He kissed my neck softly as I mumbled.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
He chuckled and shook his head as he nuzzled his body against mine.
“I wonder where Ethan went,” he said, stretching and looking around.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. I could barely keep my words from slurring. Maybe they already were.
“He can’t be too far away. He’ll message me,” he said, holding me tightly as we fell asleep.