9. Windsor

CHAPTER 9

I've been awake for a while now. The sun is shining bright in the room, since the curtains weren't closed last night, and I've been debating on getting up. Sandwiched between Tanner and Tucker, with one leg slung across Tanner's hip and their hands everywhere on my body, or so it seems, I don't want to move.

Raging erections dig into the front and back of my body, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit curious about what they look and taste like—that first night was solely focused on me, so I didn't get a chance. But there's no way I'd be able to explore one without the other waking up.

Leaning into Tucker, he rolls back a bit, giving me more room to move around, until his hand comes up to cup my breast. Glancing down, I love the look of his masculine hand against my very feminine flesh. The contrast tightens my belly, and my sex constricts.

Glancing over at Tanner, his face is still in slumber, and I get the feeling he could sleep through an earthquake with how little he moved last night. Carefully slipping my thigh away from him, the hand holding it flexes, securing me in place before relaxing again. Drawing back from him, I slowly move to sit up. Tucker's hand falls away from my chest, but I can feel him stirring.

I'll make him my target first. Gently getting to my knees, I push the blankets the rest of the way off our bodies and turn to him. He's got one hand tucked under my pillow and the other lying on his chest.

Even in sleep, he looks perpetually angry. The hard lines on his face haven't softened an inch, and his mouth is set in a straight line. His jaw appears clenched, and I aim to relax him the way they did me last night. My body still buzzes from the pleasure they gave me.

Brushing my fingertips along his jaw and across his full lips, I drag them down his chest. He groans and stretches out on his back, allowing me better access to him. Settling myself between his open thighs, I finally get a glimpse of the cock that brought me so much satisfaction before and has had me curious with every touch since then.

Biting back a whimper at the size, my entire body tenses, wondering how I ever fit that inside me. He's thick all the way around with a curve at the tip that I just know will rub along my G-spot perfectly. And has.

Putting my hands on his thighs, I gently scrape my nails up and down the thick, muscular flesh. He tenses before slackening again. I love seeing him so open and vulnerable to me, though I know it won't last long once I've got my mouth on him.

Biting my lip, his size definitely intimidates me. Long and thick is the only way I can describe the man. I'll be lucky to get him halfway into my mouth, but boy, do I want to.

Saliva pools on my tongue as I move in closer. Rubbing my cheek along the steely hardness, I'm surprised at how smooth his skin is. When he shifts under me, I look up to find he's still asleep. It gives me the courage to carry on with my mission.

Cupping the base of his dick with one hand, I leave the other on his thigh to steady myself as I lick gently up his shaft. He groans, and his dick jumps under my touch, but he doesn't awaken. Not yet.

He tastes…masculine. Powerful. Like he's mine.

Taking the mushroom-shaped head into my mouth, I'm surprised to find him leaking his desire already. I shouldn't be, but I wasn't expecting it so soon. I use my tongue to massage the slit and lick up any drops of liquid pulsing out before swallowing.

Sucking him into my mouth, I move slowly at first, unsure of my rhythm, when finally, I feel his hands in my hair as his hips pump upwards. Glancing up at the man, he is watching me. His eyes are nearly black with lust, his teeth sink into his bottom lip, and the muscles in his neck strain as he struggles to let me remain in control.

Forcing down his cock until I nearly gag, I swallow and push a little more. His entire body strains, his eyes close, and his hands tighten in my hair as I keep up the pressure until I've got most of him in my mouth.

The hand holding his base squeezes tightly before stroking up and down as I keep swallowing. He swells in my mouth, and I know he's about to come for me. Moaning around his length, I lift one leg to straddle his beefy thigh and settle my pussy against the straining muscles.

Tucker groans as he raises it, pushing into me and rubbing against my swollen clit. I groan around his girth and recognize the moment it's too much for him. His hands hold me tightly as he fights back a shout of pleasure, and he comes in my mouth. Swallowing as quickly as I can, I feel his abundance dribbling from the corners of my lips.

Releasing him from my mouth, I lick up the bit that squeezed out before kissing the tip of his dick. He shudders at the tender touch.

"Bring me that fucking pussy," he demands as I untangle myself from his fists. I shake my head as I move towards Tanner. Tucker glares down at me but lets me move away from him and towards his twin.

Rolling to his side, Tucker leans up on his elbow to watch me. "He likes a little bite with his pleasure." The teasing grin indicates otherwise, but I think he might enjoy it himself. I'll have to try it next time.

Watching Tanner, his breathing remains steady as he sleeps, and I get the feeling he won't wake up as quickly as Tucker did. Scoring my nails across his thighs just as I had his brother, his dick flares to life, leaking immediately and causing me to smile.

While the two of them are identical twins, I notice so many differences that I could never mistake them for each other. Another of which is their dicks. Tucker is thick and long with a curved head. Tanner is thick, too, but not quite as long. There's no curve to him, but right in the center of his cock is a bulge—almost as if he could knot me like a wolf. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought.

"What was that for?" Tucker catches it immediately.

Biting my lip, I debate telling him until he raises a brow and reaches towards me to pinch a nipple. "I was just thinking of your differences." My eyes drop to his cock before looking back at his brother's.

He smirks. "And? Do you have a preference between us?" I shake my head no; I like them both very much. "Then what?"

Licking my lips, I'm so close to Tanner that my tongue brushes along the bulge I can't stop thinking about. "You're long and thick and curved. But Tanner is thick, slightly less in length, but he has this bulge right here." I circle my fingers around it to show Tucker; he nods as he notices. "I was thinking he could knot me like a wolf does his mate." I sound ridiculous.

"You thinking of those shifter romances you read?" I knew someone had been on my Kindle! "So, what I'm hearing is, if we want to knock you up, Tan goes second so he can keep our seed nice and tight inside your body." My body lights up at his suggestion, and I can't hide how I react to it. "Yeah, you like that idea, don't you?" I whimper as I nod. "Well, go on then, give him the same worshipping you gave me."

And I do. Taking Tanner into my mouth, I treat him to the same pleasure I did Tucker—squeezing his dick as I twist my hand up and down the length that doesn't fit into my mouth. He doesn't wake up until I bite the tip of his dick at Tucker's urging.

Startled, his eyes flare down at me, and he restrains himself from grabbing onto me until Tucker whispers to him about my thoughts over the bulge in his dick. I whimper when Tanner's eyes darken, and he surges up into my mouth, grabbing my head and holding me there as he fucks me greedily, taking everything he wants until he throws his head back, neck straining, and unloads his release with a mighty shout.

I bring him back to earth with light kisses along his shaft and wait until his eyes clear before giving him a final kiss on the tip and crawling up the bed to settle between them.

"Very tired now," I mutter as my eyes grow heavy and my body starts to cool down. Giving them pleasure was headier than receiving my own. It's going to become addicting.

Tanner

Windsor has a confidence in her that I don't think she recognizes. I'm not sure if it comes from the attention we show her or from deep inside her soul, but she has it in spades.

Strolling out the back of the hotel, intent on enjoying the beautiful day near the lake, Windsor is wearing a two-piece thong bikini we brought for her. The triangles hugging her ample tits barely cover her areolas. The thong is more of a string we pulled tight to her ass, and if anyone were to look close enough, they'd see the outline of her pussy lips in the front.

She'd been reticent to wear it at first, until we held her in front of the mirror to show her how stunning she looked. After explaining this was an adults-only hotel, she was a little less reluctant. Now that we're out here, mid-morning heat blazing down, I find myself wanting to shroud her from prying eyes.

Picking a cabana, Tuck and I don't hesitate to close the curtains on either side so you can only see in through the front from the lakeside. I don't miss Windsor's sly smile or the way she tries to hide it from us.

"I won't get any sun if you close me off." Draping a towel over one of the lounge chairs before lowering the top half to spread out flat, Winds kicks off her sandals.

"It'll save us from committing murder, though." Tucker's droll voice is laced with jealousy.

"You guys picked it," she points out oh so fucking helpfully.

Swatting her bare ass cheek, I bend down to her ear. "Careful, babe, or I'll turn that ass red." She sucks in a sharp breath and bites her lip.

"Promise?" Fuck. Groaning, I nip her earlobe before helping her lie down on her stomach.

"Be good, Windsor." She's going to make me insane today, and she's right, it's all our fault. I wouldn't change it for anything.

Tucker uses the guide pole for the roof of the cabana to allow in some sunlight Windsor wants to get a tan, and it shines down right on her. Her sigh of pleasure makes my dick twitch in my shorts, remembering how she woke me up this morning—eating my dick like it was her favorite treat, then swallowing me like she does it every damn day.

It's an image I'll never erase from my head.

Ruffling through the bag we brought with us, I pull out the sunscreen and kneel over her thighs. "You want sun, you get this put on." Undoing the strap of her top, I let the material fall to the side before squirting the lotion into my palm and rubbing my hands together to warm it up.

With my hands on her back, Tucker sweeps the ends of her ponytail out of my way as I begin massaging it in, starting at her shoulders and neck. The little moaning sounds she makes as I work my fingers into her muscles are nearly enough to make me come.

"You're killing me here, baby." She doesn't give a shit. The woman is lost in her own little world of sun and massage. Cupping her ass cheeks in both hands, I squeeze until she yelps before pulling the globes apart.

Tucker doesn't waste any time reaching down to move the fabric out of the way so we can see her little pucker. She tenses, but I ignore it as I bend down and blow a cool breath across the clenching flesh before dropping a light kiss on it.

"Tanner," she whines, and I notice she's watching me. Baring my teeth, I take a bite of her fleshy ass cheek and don't stop until she tries to pull away. Looking down, I delight at my angry teeth marks in her skin.

"That's fucking beautiful." Kissing all around the bruising flesh, I wait for Tucker to do the same to the other side. He doesn't disappoint, biting until she cries out and pushes up into his mouth to try to gain relief.

"Stunning like the rest of her," he groans.

"That hurt." She pouts, with a rush of color in her cheeks.

"Oh yeah?" Tuck moves up her body, kissing along her spine before capturing her lips in a sweet and slow kiss, supplying her with the gentleness she needs after marking her. "I bet you'd like it a lot more with two cocks deep dicking you at the same time."

With my hands on her still, I register a shudder working through her body as the smell of her arousal increases. "She definitely likes that idea." I grin at my twin.

Hiding her head in her arms, Windsor mutters something unintelligible, so we give her a break and settle into the chairs at her side.

Tucker

"What are you doing, gorgeous?"

I approach Windsor from behind as she sits on the edge of the dock, staring into the dark water, and her head turns back to me. "Do you think there's anything in there?"

"Such as?" I know where she's going with this, so I sit beside her and drop my feet in the water as Tanner comes up behind us.

"Don't do that!" she screeches, drawing attention from the canoers on the water.

Chuckling, I reach down and splash some water up at her. "Why not?"

"Giant man-eating crocodiles, you fool!" Horror is written all over her face.

Tanner jumps in, splashing us both, and she scrambles back. "Tanner! Get out of there before it eats you!"

Gripping her thighs, my brother pulls himself up out of the water and leans against her legs. "Baby, you're safe here. Nothing's going to eat you." I cough, and we share a look. "Other than us," Tanner amends. "Water's nice and warm," he coaxes as he pushes back from the dock, evading her grasping hands.

"Come back here. You can't see in this water; you don't know what's in there." She's locked in fear over this.

Slipping down into the lake, I hold out a hand for her just as Tanner ducks under the water. "Come on, babe, get wet with us." She glares at me before noticing Tanner is gone.

"Was he eaten?" Her whisper is comical.

"No, babe, I'm right here." She jumps when Tanner wraps his arms around her from behind after climbing back up on the dock quietly, and his lips seek hers out.

"I can't. I know nothing is there. But I watched that movie too many times to just jump into a lake called Lake Placid. It's like camping at Crystal Lake—you're bound to die." Her reasoning is hilarious but oddly logical.

"Fair enough, babe." Tanner kisses her one more time before jumping off the end of the dock in a back flip and soaking her with his splash before popping back up with a grin on his face.

"Asshole," she mutters, getting to her feet and spinning around to ditch us, only she slips on the wet wood and falls backwards, her arms pinwheeling as she screams, landing in the water half a foot away from me.

Diving under, I'm quick to haul her up in my arms. Pushing the hair back from her face, concern freezes my heart until she's sputtering and trying to get back on dry land.

"Hey, hey, calm down, Winds. I've got you. You're not going anywhere." Her panicked eyes meet mine before she nods and wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist.

Tanner jumps up on the dock, reaching out for her and hauling her up next to him and into his arms. "Ssshhh, baby doll, you're safe." He kisses her face until she begins to relax in his embrace.

Getting out of the water myself, I grip her hand in mine and bring it to my mouth to kiss her rapid pulse. "Feel like grabbing a late lunch?" She nods hesitantly before Tan leads her back up to our cabana. Glancing back at the water, I can't help but wonder if her fear stems from more than watching scary movies.

Pushing the thought away for now, I admire the bite marks we left on her ass as she walks in front of me. It's a beautiful sight I can't get enough of.

As we approach our cabana, I see lunch has already been served by a dark-haired man walking away. Usually, I'd tip, but Windsor steals all my focus when she squeals with excitement over a dessert she loves but rarely indulges in.

"How on earth would they know how much I love devil's food cheesecake?" Her sigh as she bends over and takes a bite is reminiscent of the sounds she makes when she comes apart for us, and all I can picture is my dick in her mouth again.

"Bite?" She offers up a forkful to each of us, but we both shake our heads no. "More for me!" Her smile is radiant as she takes a seat on the lounge chair and devours the single slice of cake while I make her a plate with the finger sandwiches and fresh-cut fruit.

I've never seen a woman make love to food with her mouth before, and the picture she makes is stunning. I can't wait to see it more often.