Stripped - Complete Series Page 3
Despite the slight feeling of intimidation, she did enjoy being shown around and could tell that Alec and Tristan had pride in their surroundings. For a moment, she pictured herself as the woman in their life and how well she could fit in here with them.
But that was just frenzied fantasy. She could never hope to hold their interest long enough. Right now she was something new, something of a challenge to them. Staid female with a repressed sex life about to be strategically seduced by the two hottest men alive - one would argue she didn’t stand a chance.
Desperate for a distraction, Rebecca let a figure painting in the corner of their living room catch her eye. It was from a renowned artist she recognized, and as she admired it she noticed that Alec had come up behind her while Tristan was busy fixing them drinks.
“You seem to have an eye for art,” he said a little teasingly, and as ever the trace of sensual heat in his voice prickled up and down her spine like the spikes of a pinwheel. Rebecca hid her shiver beneath a light laugh.
“I don’t know about that, but I do feel a passion for it,” she said shyly. “I make time whenever I can to check out an art fair or two. It’s usually the one kind of recreation I truly allow myself. I guess you must think me staid and boring.” She was blushing as she spun quickly without thinking and found herself thudding into a hard, broad chest. Breathless, she looked up at Alec as he righted her balance with his hands on her shoulders. His piercing grey eyes pinned to hers.
“I don’t think you’re staid or boring,” he told her. “Far from it. Like very few women out there, you’re blessed with an essence that brightens the atmosphere without you even trying. Just having you here…everything feels different, more vibrant.”
“Alec…”
His name came on a breathless sigh, and Rebecca was immobilized by the hands he lifted to smooth up and down her arms. Her stomach lurched with unbidden excitement as he began to pull her closer. She knew he wanted to kiss her moments before it happened.
The molten crush of Alec’s sensuous lips on hers made her pleasure points come alive. Her nipples instantly went taut as beads when she felt the brush of his tongue delve into her mouth, taking control of her completely. She clung to his broad shoulders and responded blindly, her pussy swelling in response.
Moaning into his mouth, a pure white flame began to track down from her belly button and deep into the core of her sex. There was a frantic, gorgeous yearning that had built up from the dance floor, when Alec and Tristan had teased her deliciously. Now a wild beat had started in her pussy. Desire became a deep, compelling and hypnotic drug. Alec ran his fingers through her hair, then cradled her head as he slowly broke the kiss, grey eyes blazing darkly and making her quiver all the more.
Just then Tristan appeared with the drinks, and Rebecca broke away feeling guilty, but Tristan was smiling hugely. Blushing, she glanced down at the glass he held out and told him nervously that she wasn’t sure she should have anything more to drink.
“Oh, this cocktail’s harmless. Nothing alcoholic so it’s fine. Just something cool and relaxing.”
And lord knew she needed cooling down, not to mention relaxing from the coil of hot-wired lust tightening at her pussy, thought Rebecca as she finally smiled and took the drink, saying, “Thank you. I think I’ll brave it.”
“Good girl,” Tristan said, his grin teasing. There was something about the way they smiled that tugged at her emotions. Made her long to trust them, yet knowing she should run as far as she could from their double dose of temptation. So why was she still here?
Rebecca finally took a sip from her glass and found the taste refreshing; some mint, club soda and other ingredients she couldn’t describe, over crushed ice. Then she went on to explore more of the house with them even as she felt secretly thrown by Alec’s kiss. Brief, yet searing. And when Tristan had appeared, he hadn’t looked in the least bit jealous. If anything he’d seemed pleased.
She didn’t understand how any of this worked out. However, they seemed accustomed to the situation; where they both desired the same woman. And were probably willing to share.
Rebecca felt a sudden pang of jealousy as she thought of the other women they must have shared in the past. And in the next moment, asked herself if it was what she really wanted. If she could really succumb to such a dangerous thrill of bedding two brothers at the same time.
Wasn’t that why they brought her here, she mused? It certainly wasn’t just for the chance to take her round her beautiful home. Knowing what they must have in store for her brought a new kind of tension to the atmosphere, and every step she took made her moist with anticipation and yes, the awareness of danger.
Concealing an inner shudder, Rebecca stalled at the door that the brothers seemed to have missed as they walked her past it. “What about in here?” she asked curiously.
Tristan paused, and looked back just as Alec also glanced behind him. They shared a look she couldn’t read, and then Tristan came over and took her wrist. “Maybe next time. We’ve been doing some redecorating and that room isn’t quite finished yet.”
“Ah,” she said though she sensed there was more to it than that. But whatever lay behind the closed door, Rebecca let her curiosity subside and went on to discover more of their beautiful home. She’d expected to be shown inside their bedrooms, but to her inner relief she simply got to stand at the open doorway and look in without being asked inside. She did note that their separate rooms were neat, pristine in decor and very much suited to their personalities.
She was getting to know more about them just by looking round their home. Were they in some way trying to set her mind at ease? Rebecca had no way to be sure of their agenda. Until they brought her to the third bedroom.
The softer shades and furnishings told her instinctively that it was for a female. As she walked in looking round in admiration at the plush surroundings, Alec confirmed her suspicions when he said, “If you’ll spend the night with us, this would be your room.”
His words made her shiver inside, but she didn’t turn around, merely saying mildly, “It’s certainly nice and comfy. I’m sure the last woman who had the privilege must have found it a lovely room as well.”
Rebecca knew it was just her inner green-eyed monster clawing out. She hated to think of them with anyone else, and that worried her. How had they so easily got through her shell, and in just a few hours?
To her surprise, neither brother seemed offended by her remark. “Actually,” said Alec, “Since we moved in some months ago, we’ve never had someone stay the night with us so this room has been unused. Which means, Rebecca that you’d be the first woman we’ll have in this bed.”
“W…what?”
Rebecca’s voice was barely above a whisper when Alec’s words hit. He began to advance, which had her backing up on shaky limbs as she squeaked, “I haven’t said I’ll stay yet!”
Rebecca was so busy watching Alec close the space between them that she forgot Tristan was standing right by her. When his arm wrapped around her waist and he tugged her hard against him, she let out a shocked gasp, her head snapping up to look into his glinting eyes.
“But then we haven’t tried very hard to convince you – yet. Maybe it’s time we do,” he said, tone husky with desire. Then his lips sealed over hers.
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Rebecca felt lost the moment Tristan invaded her with his heated, dominant tongue. His hand on either side of her head, he held her in place as she gasped, unwittingly permitting his triumphant entry into the hot cavern of her mouth.
His kiss had the same potent sensuality as Alec’s; that effortless ability to make a woman’s feminine hub melt and puff up with desire. Rebecca moaned into his mouth with heady pleasure at his rough, hungered technique that took no prisoners.
Her hands were straining at his chest, not doing a very good job of resisting, especially since she was kissing him right back. Knowing Alec was right in the room with them; standing close behind her and massaging his hands over h
er back and shoulders made her senses spin faster.
Everything that had happened since they’d met had built up to this; this exultant inferno.
Tristan’s big hands cradled her face as he kissed her ravenously, so Rebecca was sure it was Alec slowly tugging down the back zipper of her dress. Then she heard the distant ‘snap’ of her bra clasp being released. The voice in her head cried out in protest, but she did nothing to stop what was happening. Her mind was blown.
Alec’s lips began a silken, sweltering path all over her exposed back, and Rebecca moaned into Tristan’s mouth. Suddenly, Alec dug his hands into her gaping dress, reaching round to cup her breasts beneath the loosened cups of her bra.
Alec squeezed on her mounds with a feral passion that caused Rebecca to arch her back, her arms lifting of their own accord to reach back wrap around his neck as his mouth nuzzled her neck. Tristan’s hands had long slid down her waist to her hips, shifting up the hem of her dress and scooping the curves of her ass into his palms.
Strait-laced and vanilla as they come, Rebecca had never ever pictured this moment even in her most adventurous fantasies. Even now, she chickened out a million times in that part of her brain that still held on to the old Rebecca. But another side of her was taking over, so that even as she felt the most vulnerable she’d ever been in her life, somehow, caught in between Alec and Tristan, she felt more empowered than ever before.
They were pulling her at her clothes, touching her in places that had her skin growing pink in fevered, lustful shame. It was like back there on the dance floor, only magnified a thousand times more in sensuality, passion and daring.
And instead of being shocked by their ardor, her pussy clenched with excitement. Moisture coated her panties as their hands roamed over her, their lips on her neck and face, Alec from behind and Tristan in front. Tristan’s lips broke from hers and she panted heavily, eyes forced open just so she could see the answering agony of pleasure and need in Tristan’s grey gaze, so much like Alec’s. They were so alike they could almost have been twins, and that thought alone lent an even more taboo, and wicked aura to what was taking place.
“I can catch the sweet scent of your desire,” Tristan asked huskily, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. “Now that you’re here, just stay.”
Rebecca shivered perceptibly. Her mind might seem confused but her body kept crying out a thousand times an emphatic ‘yes’. Beneath Alec’s fingers, the pink tips of her puckered nipples surged with exquisite arousal. The whimper that spilled from her lips was soft and trembling.
“Don’t be afraid,” whispered Alec in her ear, as he felt her tremors. His fingers toyed some more with her nipples beneath the bodice of her dress. “We want to give you pleasure like you’ve never dreamed. We want you naked, and wet, and willing. Ready to take us as deep inside you as we can fit.”
“Oh God,” Rebecca moaned, her head falling back to rest against Alec’s shoulder. The shift in the air became as profound as the swoop of two powerful eagles snatching up a defenseless bunny.
They were peeling her dress off her; she stupidly clutched at the folds for a moment but then let go, and with it released her inhibitions which fell off her much the same way her sensible little dress did.
Tristan had lowered to his knees to help her step out of the dress which he tossed unto a nearby chair. Then his hands began to caress up her ankles and then her calves. “I’ve wanted to see you in just these shoes and nothing else since the moment we met,” he said, looking up at her with a wicked smile. “How can a woman have so many different facets? Your outward persona said ‘prim and proper’ but these heels, baby, they tell us you’re a temptress. Our sexy little temptress.”
Rebecca hadn’t looked at things that way before; but she guessed Tristan could be right. The same way women wore sultry lingerie beneath their stuffy clothes, or that dash of red lipstick or spritz of erotic perfume…even the most sedate of women wanted to have at least one sexy side. Rebecca was beginning to see herself in a whole new light, and it was all thanks to them; Alec and Tristan.
“God you’re beautiful,” Tristan groaned, looking up at her. Behind her, Alec’s hands gathered her hair and brought the locks over one shoulder, leaving one side of her throat bare for more of his worshipful kisses.
“And so perfectly suited for our needs,” put in Alec throatily. “Does that excite you, sweet Rebecca, knowing that we both want a piece of you?”
“You…you mean…,” Rebecca breathed, still unable to truly believe what they were suggesting. Could they possibly be suggesting she spend the night with both of them?
“Yes,” Alec said firmly, as if reading her thoughts. “We both get to fuck you, Rebecca. Possibly all night; till your sexy little pussy is deliciously sore yet hungry for more. Hopefully you have no objections, because we intend to make you want this as badly as we do right now.”
They wouldn’t have to try that hard, Rebecca thought, her mind helplessly whirling as Tristan’s lips pressed against her naked stomach. Alec had since rid her of her bra and now those dangerously skilled hands of his were stroking her bared breasts into a taut, tingling frenzy. Alec’s declaration burned like a seal unto her brain, and frightened as she was at the prospect of being claimed by them, she couldn’t let herself think the punishment of pleasure that would come with pleasing two men like Alec and Tristan.
She hadn’t even been sure, until now that this would happen at all. She’d been so bent on having the willpower to walk away at the last minute. But it was clear to her that walking away was never going to happen; not from this.
Not from the heated caress of Tristan’s touch skimming the elastic line of her panties, just above her soaked mound. Alec’s fingers fisted into her hair and he urged her face back so he could seize her lips passionately in a kiss as Tristan’s fingers began to stroke her pussy right over her drenched panties.
Rebecca’s lower body jellified and she almost couldn’t stay upright, bokeh lights of bliss exploding in her head at all the sensations warring through her. Christ above, was this pleasure? Could a kiss, so dominantly taken, taste so sweet and hot? And could a stroke of fingers make her pussy flood itself so copiously with its juices? What sinful ecstasy was this, when two different pairs of hands caressed her all over? Alec scooping and fondling her tits, while Tristan sawed against her clothed vagina with his sure, seeking fingers pushing in between her quivering, parted thighs. The barrier of silk that lay between her pussy and his touch only made Tristan’s caresses all the more carnal. Rebecca would have buckled to the floor if not for their powerful hands holding her captive against them.
Tristan rubbed his face close to the juncture of her thighs; inhaled a shuddering breath and groaned, telling her how sweet and sexy she smelled. How he couldn’t wait to taste her.
This was the point of no return Rebecca had been afraid of. That point where anything they asked or commanded of her would be surrendered without question. When Tristan’s fingers pulled aside her panties and he put his mouth on her for the first time, her world was overbalanced.
At her breasts, Alec’s hands worked their magic, twisting on her nipples with an entitled hunger that brought a gasp of pleasure-pain to her lips. She loved his bold touch, pushing her limits. She also loved the softness of Tristan’s tongue below, flicking gently at her sex and clit. He urged her shaky limbs farther apart, baring her the more to his roving tongue delving deep into her secrets.
Her moans of pleasure rebounded in the room, even as she asked herself if she was equipped for something like this. If she was ready.
But then maybe she’d never let herself feel ready. Hadn’t she’d driven Kyle away with her insecurities and inhibitions? She remembered he’d always wanted to try out different things sexually but she’d just never trusted him that much to truly let herself go. Yet here she was, submitting totally to two perfect strangers. What was it about Alec and Tristan that made her forget all her fears and pent-up emotions?
Rebecc
a couldn’t let herself think about that. She couldn’t seem to make herself think, period. Tristan had taken the pulpy flesh of her labia into his mouth, sucking, while rolling his tongue over the nub of her clit he’d imprisoned within his lips. Rebecca writhed against his face buried in her pussy, his surprisingly stiff tongue probing her soaking wet pussy. Alec’s teeth grazed her shoulder blade, his fingers pinching on her nipples till they zinged. Oh shit. She was going to explode. She…
“Tristan!”
She came, hard, her body arching in their arms as Tristan continued to suck at her clit and lap up her juices which began to coat his mouth and chin. When she finally sank back, Tristan rose and grabbed her along with Alec so she couldn’t fall in an orgasmic heap. The onrush of pleasure in that last moment had been too intense; and it had been so long for her. She blushed as she looked up and saw traces of her juices on Tristan’s face. And when he kissed her, he smeared her lips with her cream and made her moan and shudder in pleasure.
Alec spun her round to face him, his lips clinging to hers as possessively as ever. Indeed both men were possessive in the way they kissed and touched her; and yet dominated wanted her in equal measure. To be claimed by them in this way was exhilarating, knowing that they each wanted to possess her in their own way yet were ready to share.
“You’re so sexy when you come. And that will be just your first. We intend you to have many more,” Alec promised on a whisper against her lips. Then his head descended to her breasts and he groaned thickly, rushing at them as he devoured one, and then the other nipple in his mouth.
The tide of lust rose high within her belly once more, toppling the last of her common sense. Alec’s gifted mouth played havoc on her peace of mind, tugging at her beaded tips till they virtually hurt from the sweet torture of teeth digging into flesh. Her pussy was rushing with regenerated moisture that threatened to drizzle to her kneecaps.