“Micah …” Tobias warns, but his own breathing is uneven, and he's not fully in control of himself, setting his hands on my hips.
“How … dirty can we get?” I ask, and the boys exchange a brief look.
“Stand up,” Micah tells me, and I balk. We’ve only just gotten started and I’m not ready for this to be over. But at a nod from Tobias, I take Micah’s hand and stand, letting him turn me around by the shoulders. Gently, he pushes me back down and Tobias helps angle himself to enter me again. With a groan, I sink down, facing toward Tobias’ legs instead of his face. When Micah stands up at the edge of the futon and puts the heavy weight of his cock near my lips, I know where we’re going with this.
My fingers curl around the base of his shaft, and I slowly, carefully put my mouth around him.
For a first-time blow job, I don’t feel like I do too shabby.
Tobias’ fingers squeeze my hips, urging me to move my pelvis while at the same time, Micah gently encourages me with soft fingers in my hair. The former twin is the first to reach his climax, shuddering beneath me, his moans in chorus with his brother’s. After he finishes, he stays right where he is, leaving me to work my clit with my fingers and continue using my mouth on Micah.
“I’m close,” he warns, massaging my scalp. “Do you want me to move?”
I pull back slightly and shake my head before continuing, enjoying the way his breathing speeds up just before he finishes. His fingers tighten against my scalp, and I can tell he’s struggling not to thrust, letting me control the interaction. But he wants to. And maybe, one day, I’ll let him get just a little more intense.
“Holy crap, Chuck, you’re hardcore,” Micah says as I swallow, my own body panting and shaking with need. I’m a bit impressed with myself for taking such a leap, but I’ll have to wait for some good girlfriend time with Monica to high five her, smirk, and be all I swallowed, first time, you know.
Carefully, Micah and Tobias lay me down on the futon between them and use their hands to bring me my own orgasm, carefully covering my mouth when I get a little too loud.
Afterward, we stay there together, all cuddled up, each boy with one leg over my own, and we drink plum wine and saké until the single red candle burns its way out.
There aren’t a lot of perfect moments in life, but this, this is one of them.“I take it you've all made up?” Spencer asks, turquoise eyes taking the three of us in as we move up the single step to the wooden walkway that runs along the side of the main lodge building. He's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, dressed in the same navy-blue yukata from earlier. A cocksure smirk rests on his face, but I can see the smallest hint of jealousy glittering in his beautiful gaze. He does, however, do an admirable job of controlling it.
“If you can call it that,” Micah says, lips splitting into a naughty little grin. He slouches against one of the columns, all boneless and languid. Both twins have this look of pure male satisfaction on their faces that makes me want to be contrary. I flick Tobias in the nipple just for good measure and he chuckles at me.
“Huh.” Spencer pushes off the wall and comes to stand in front of me, putting his hands on either side of my face. When he leans down and kisses me, my tired body comes back to vibrant, arduous life. Ugh, at least girls don't have, like, refractory periods, you know? And by refractory periods, I mean that annoying time after dudes come where they can't get hard again. Come to think of it, it's almost like teenage boys don't have refractory periods either …
Spencer smiles at me as he pulls back, and then nods his chin in the direction of the dining room. “Figured I'd give you some sugar before I let you know that your dad’s on the warpath.”
“Um, and why is he on the warpath?” I venture, my lips still tingling from our kiss. Spencer drops his hands into his pockets and grimaces slightly before reaching one up to run his fingers through his silver-ash hair.
“The twins texted to let us know you were safe, but when your dad started asking, I just said you were on a nature walk … for the last six hours.”
“We've been gone for six hours?!” I choke out, glancing over my shoulder at the darkening sky. There are strings of paper lanterns lit for the evening, as well as an array of decorative torches to ward off mosquitoes. “Crap, shit, fuck.” I chew my bottom lip and wonder if I can't fit in a quick shower before I—
