Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
At last the kiss broke and Fierce pulled away, panting.
“Have to stop while I still can,” he growled, looking down at her with burning eyes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby! And you make me so fucking hard.”
He rubbed his cock through the thin silk of his trousers and Celia saw that it was completely erect—and so long that the broad head of it was poking out of the waistband.
Again she felt a little shiver of pleasure—why did it make her so hot to watch Fierce touch himself this way?
“You like what you see, lelka?” he murmured, clearly seeing where she was looking.
“Maybe…” Celia bit her lip. “It’s my turn to give the two of you a Dare,” she pointed out.
“Tell us what you want us to do then,” Fierce challenged.
“Yes, we are completely at your service, my lady,” Hold murmured.
“All right…”
Celia took a breath—should she really do this? Would it be considered cheating? But she and Peter were on a break and anyway, she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
“Lay down—both of you,” she ordered. “And I dare you to…to touch yourselves. Stroke yourselves.”
“Mmm…do you want to watch us jerk off, baby?” Fierce growled, lying on his back as Hold did the same thing. “Would that turn you on?”
“Maybe,” Celia admitted. She remained upright herself, kneeling between the two long, muscular bodies so she could watch them.
“Should we touch ourselves through our sleep trousers…or do you want us to push them down?” Hold’s eyes were heavy with lust as his hand hovered over the waistband of his trousers.
“Push them down,” Celia ordered. She found that she liked being in charge—it was kind of hot! “I want to watch you stroke yourselves bare,” she added.
“Mmm…anything you want, lelka.” Fierce was already pushing his black silk trousers down to bare the most enormous shaft Celia had ever seen. He put any porn star she’d ever watched to shame and Hold wasn’t far behind.
Celia watched as they took themselves in hand, but then she began to feel like she was the one on display. Both the Light Twin and the Dark Twin had their bare shafts in their big hands, stroking slowly up and down as they watched her while she knelt between them. She became aware all over again that her nipples were poking against the thin green silk of the thermal shirt, casually displaying her body for both of them.
“Do you like this, lelka?” Fierce murmured, his eyes lazy with lust. “Do you want to watch us come?”
“Yes, I…I do,” Celia admitted. “I want to see you both shoot.”
“Mmm…then you’ve got to give us something to stroke and shoot to,” Fierce told her. “I dare you to touch yourself while we touch ourselves.”
“What?” Celia put a hand to her throat. “Touch myself…how exactly?”
“Start with just stroking your breasts. You don’t have to lift the shirt, if you don’t want to,” Hold told her.
“Pinch your nipples—let us see how tight they are,” Fierce added.
Feeling like she was in a dream, Celia did as they said. Lifting her hands, she cupped her own heavy breasts and began to tease the tight peaks of her nipples through the thin, slippery silk.
The sensations that ran through her body were electrical and hot and the feeling of their eyes on her, watching as she touched herself, made Celia even hotter.
“Gods, baby—look at how tight your nipples are,” Fierce growled. “Does it feel good when you play with them?”
“Yes…yes it does.” Celia was panting now. She’d never done anything like this before—never put on a show for any man or watched as he put on a show for her. She found it incredibly sexy to be on display like this, though she didn’t know why.
“I dare you to lift the shirt,” Hold said, surprising her. “I dare you to let us watch you touch yourself, my lady.”
Celia bit her lip—should she do this? It felt naughty but it still wasn’t really cheating—they weren’t even touching each other—just watching.
“Are you afraid to take my brother’s dare?” Fierce asked, lifting an eyebrow at her.
Celia lifted her chin.
“Of course not! I’m not afraid of anything,” she told him.
Feeling very aware of their eyes on her body, she reached down and lifted the hem of the thin silky shirt and pulled it to one side, baring her pussy. She was glad that she’d waxed not long ago—there was nothing but a small, tidy patch of curls on the top of her mound. The rest of her was smooth and bare.
“Gods!” she heard Fierce groan and looked up to see that he was stroking his shaft faster as he looked at her. “Spread your legs wider, baby,” he urged her hoarsely. “Let us see that sweet, wet little pussy.”
Celia bit her lip.
“I’m not that wet,” she protested. This was one of Peter’s main complaints about her—that her pussy got too wet. It was “messy” according to him and he clearly found it off-putting.