Story Excerpt

“C–Clay,” Anya stuttered as she regained her footing, “who is that?”

“Jack Abbott, at your service.” The handsome blond stranger extended his right hand to her, inadvertently revealing himself at the same time. Although Anya had to admit, despite her frustration, she was quite glad that he did. A long, thick erection sprang from the bottom of his sculpted torso, causing her sleepy, sated body to flare back to life.

“Take this,” Clay mumbled as he clambered to his feet next to Anya. He handed Jack a blanket from the pile they had fallen asleep on, and the other man wrapped it around his waist, letting it hang casually from his hips like a beach towel on a summer day. Clay threw his arm around Anya’s shoulder just as she noticed Jack’s erection tenting the thin fabric. A pang of guilt coursed through her, and she shied from Clayton’s embrace.

What was she doing? The man of her dreams had finally, after ten long years, returned her affections and driven her to the most satisfying climax of her life, and here she was, lusting after his brother. At least, she assumed he was his brother.

“Jack Abbott? So you two are brothers?”

“We are indeed, and co-owners of the Ninth Time. If you can’t show up naked at your own business in the middle of a blizzard, then where can you?”

Anya cut her gaze to Clay, and he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “My brother has a tendency to be a little…overly peppy in stressful situations. Forgive him. He means well.”

Jack punctuated the words with a blindingly white smile, proving Clay’s point. Anya couldn’t help but note the similarities between him and his brother. While Clayton had rugged, unconventional good looks, Jack could easily have been the star of a teen soap opera with his messy blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and instantly likable smile. With a hard, chiseled chest thrown in, Anya was a goner. Admiring the smooth planes of flesh that led to where the blanket draped from his temptingly toned hips, Anya felt her nipples pebble against the scratchy fabric of her quilt.

With her arousal climbing again, she suddenly noticed her nakedness. She spotted her clothing in a pile by Clay’s feet and began wrapping her quilt tighter around her torso.

“Um, if you boys don’t mind,” she started as she inched out of Clay’s grasp toward her clothing, “can we delay the formal introductions until I’m dressed a little more…uh, appropriately?”

“Well, considering that two out of the three of us are only sporting a blanket, I’d say you’re dressed very appropriately, dear.” Jack winked at her then nodded at his brother. “Looks like Clay here’s the one that’s overdressed. What do you say he grabs himself a blanket and suits up like the rest of us?”

Anya tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle at Jack’s request for Clay to strip, and her pussy clenched at the idea, causing moisture to gather between her legs. God, she needed to get her clothes on as soon as possible or her libido would certainly lead her to do something she’d regret. She used one hand to hold the quilt closed behind her as she crossed between the two hard, masculine bodies to retrieve her clothing.

Adult Excerpt

In one swift motion, Jack pushed aside the sopping-wet crotch of her gym shorts and inserted one long finger inside of her. Her breath hitched at the sudden, very welcome invasion, but she couldn’t focus on that for too long. Clay cupped the bottom of one of her breasts and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft moan from Anya.

“Jack got to be inside of you,” he whispered as he switched hands and lavished attention on her other nipple. “I want to fuck that sweet little cunt, too. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock, and I want to hear you scream my name again as you come all over me.” He pulled her backward against him, and she could feel from the rock-hard erection against her ass that he meant every word.

“God, Clay, I want to—Oh my god!” Jack pulled her gym shorts down over her hips, and before even easing them off her legs, buried his face in her pussy. His tongue licked along the seam of her outer lips then pushed into her, grazing her clit before it dove downward to tease at her entrance.

Her hips moved of their own accord as she tried to maneuver his face so that his tongue fucked into her. She used her free hand to tangle in his soft, blond locks and angle his head just right, but without a hitch in his ministrations, he reached up and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“Just sit back and let us make you come,” he breathed against her pussy, the little rivulets of air driving her need higher. He licked again at her clit, and she knew her release was close. She moaned her assent as Jack pushed his finger back into her and Clay pinched her nipples, twisting them into hard nubs.

Jack sucked her clit into his mouth at the same instant he added a second digit to his finger-fucking. When Clay twisted her nipple and bit at the back of her neck at the same moment, everything inside of Anya snapped. She cried out as her universe exploded into tiny points of light, and she could feel the liquid rushing from within her cunt and into Jack’s ready mouth.

“Goddamn, that was sexy,” Clay whispered in her ear. “I will never get tired of seeing you do that, of making you do that.”

Even in the afterglow of her orgasm, Clay’s words ignited her desire. She shifted in his arms, turning so that she faced him, and craned her neck upward for a kiss. He readily obliged, and his tongue plunged into her mouth as his hands ran down her back to cup her ass. He rolled onto his back, forcing her to straddle him. Anya busied her hands with undoing the buttons of his shirt, and just when she had snapped the last enclosure to free his skin, Jack’s hands curled around the hem of her hoodie and drew it over her head.

His hands wrapped around her chest and squeezed her tits, and his cock bumping against her ass told her that he had shucked his clothes as well. He moved away suddenly, and Anya thought to protest, but she finally freed Clay’s chest from the confines of his shirt. She smoothed her hands over his pectorals as she pushed his shirt to the side. Her breath hitched at the sight. While Jack was all long and lean, Clay was pure muscle. He had hard six-pack abs, clearly defined by a hard line running down the center. Anya leaned over to run her tongue along that ridge, but her efforts were halted when Clay rolled again, this time placing her body under his. He pressed one hot kiss against her lips then sat up to shuck his jeans and boxers.

What he revealed was truly an impressive specimen. His cock wasn’t as long as Jack’s, but it was thicker, wider than any she had ever seen. She worried suddenly about whether or not she’d be able to take such an impressive dick inside of her, but Clay leaned forward so she was flat on her back, and the feel of that cock bumping against her wet entrance made it impossible for her to think about anything else.

“Are you ready?” he asked, rubbing his cock up and down along the seam of her pussy. “I know you just came, and I don’t want you to be sore.”

“I don’t care about being sore.” Anya wrapped her arm around his back and pulled herself upward so her tits bumped against his hard chest. He must have taken this as a signal to move, and he adjusted the angle of his cock then thrust hard into her. The girth of his cock stretched her, but the sensation drove her crazier than anything before. He pulled out and thrust back in again, and the fullness of his cock buried inside her had her racing to the brink once again.

She remembered Jack’s promise, his fingers against his back entrance, and knew she wanted that, and she wanted it soon.