It's warm out on the patio, a light wind blowing through your hair as you lean against the railing, listening to the music blaring from the speakers. It had been too hot to stay inside the dark, musty club, and so you'd come out here to get a breath of fresh air and see if maybe there was something worth staying here for. You'd come with friends, but they'd all since found guys to dance with, leaving you alone; that was fine with you, though -- they tended to get annoying when they were drunk anyway.
You see him before he sees you, which gives you the perfect chance to look him up and down carefully. Dark hair contrasts with pale skin, tight jeans accentuate thin legs, straight hips, narrow body, and a black t-shirt - all in all, you decide you like what you see. You scan back up his body to his face, examining each of his features, and it's then that blue eyes meet yours.
He smirks, knowing exactly what you were doing, but you just raise an eyebrow, not embarrassed in the slightest. This time, it's his turn to check you out, giving you an appreciative glance up and down, and when his eyes meet yours once more, you motion him over with a tiny nod of your head. He shakes his head, and you smirk; you always have liked a little bit of a challenge.
The original plan was to essentially eye fuck him until he caved, but then your favourite song starts to play over the speakers, and you give that up quickly. You make your way through the crowd to him, and his smirk only grows bigger as you take each step. No words are spoken when you finally get there; you simply grab him by the wrist and pull him to the dance floor, turning around so your back is flush to his chest.
You start to move to the rhythm of the song easily, your hips rocking fluidly against his, and his hands immediately move to grip them just tightly enough for you to feel his body heat through the thin material of your dress. His breath is hot on your neck, only adding to the fire that's starting to run in your veins, when he leans down to whisper lowly, "Tom."
You look back at him, blue eyes meeting yours once again, and tell him your name, never stopping the motions of your lower body. His hands wander up your sides, down past your hips to your thighs, then right back to where they started, sending tiny shivers up your spine from the feather light touch. "Come here often?"
"Often enough. Never seen you around before," you answer, slinking down his body slowly as you raise your arms over your head to rest on the back of his neck gently.
"You could say I'm just passing through," he says with a grin. You're curious, but don't question him further, choosing to let him remain mysterious for the time being. Instead, you turn to face him, your bodies still pressed together as closely as they can be, and you rest your hands on his chest, feeling the muscles contracting underneath your palms from your touch.
One song turns into two turns into five, and you've hardly moved from this position. His hands have boldly dropped from the small of your back to the curves of your backside, keeping your hips flush against his. Your lips are only inches apart now, an intense, teasing look being shared between the two of you as you dart your tongue out to lick your lips seductively before dropping your gaze once more. You want him, and he wants you, but neither of you wants to cave first and tell the other to take you home. You've lost this unspoken game once already tonight -- it's his turn.
You feel him shift and his head move slightly, and you look up at him just in time to feel another body pressed against your back. You start to turn around, wondering just who could be behind you when you've obviously shown Tom is the only man you'll be dancing with tonight, but his hands anchor you in position. "Relax. He's a friend of mine."
You look to see an almost exact copy of Tom, save for a bit sharper jaw. He grins, and if this was under different circumstances, you would melt at just how sweet his smile is. "I'm Dan," he says, his hands coming up to your waist as Tom's move back around to your sides. "Mind if I join you?"
You're confused to say the least as you tell him your name, but when you look up at Tom, suddenly everything becomes clear without him having to say it. Twins. Nonetheless, he grins and explains just what's on both of their minds. "Why don't you come home with us tonight?"
"With both of you?" you ask incredulously; even though you understand exactly what he means, you can't believe they're serious. Wasn't that... a bit weird?
"Unless you're not comfortable with that kind of thing," Dan says immediately, starting to let go of you, but you grab his hand and pull it back.
"No, no," you say with a smirk, turning around to face the the other boy and running a finger down his more defined jaw gently, making him shudder lightly. "I'm totally comfortable with it." And for some reason, you are, even though you'd never dreamed of yourself as the kind of girl who would even dance with two men, much less go home with them. And especially not twins.
Tom's voice is low in your ear as he leans in from behind you, "I knew I picked the right girl."
The ride back to the hotel is silent, but there's a tension in the car that you know will break as soon as you reach the room. You're in the middle of the two of them, Dan's hand resting hot and heavy on your inner thigh, creeping up with every mile that passes; likewise, you're doing the same to Tom, feeling him get harder with each inch your fingers move. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are white, and after much too long, he pulls into the parking lot of the hotel where they're staying.
An awkward walk through the lobby and a tense ride up the elevator later, you step into the room, keeping a cool demeanor the entire time even though the butterflies in your stomach are fluttering like they never have before. You turn back to look at Tom and Dan and grin. "Well?"
They exchange a look before Tom steps up first, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly and pulling you in for a hot kiss. You melt into the embrace, his lips warm and soft against yours the way you'd imagined they'd be. At the same time, Dan comes over and leans into your neck, kissing the side gently as Tom's lips work against your mouth in the perfect rhythm, causing your eyes to flutter shut in bliss already.
"My brother and I are gonna take good care of you, love," Dan whispers in your ear before moving to suck at the sensitive skin behind it.
"Exactly," Tom agrees, his fingers sliding down your body slowly to the hem of your dress. "We're gonna make it a night you'll never forget."
"Oh," you pant out as Dan sucks and nips at your neck, leaving small red marks with each bite. You groan as Tom pushes down the top of your dress without hesitation, taking a minute to stare at your breasts appreciatively before reaching in and squeezing the soft skin in his palms. You arch up into him, feeling his erection already straining in his tight jeans, and moan softly. "Tom."
Dan spins you around quickly, "My turn," barely giving you enough time to catch your breath before he kisses you with just the same amount of fervor his brother did, his tongue slipping past your lips to lick at your mouth. Tom moves behind you, his thumbs flicking against your exposed nipples as you moan and lean back on his chest. Your entire body is being overtaken as you groan, your legs shaking from just a few simple touches. You can feel both of their erections against your back and front, and you reach your hand up to stroke Dan through his jeans, making him moan into your mouth.
"You like that, don't you, love?" Tom whispers to you as he watches your movements. "I knew it from the second I saw you that you'd love this."
"Mhmm, you're so fucking sexy," Dan whispers in your ear, and you give a gentle moan as he bites your earlobe slightly, tipping your head back. Tom pushes your dress down all the way, then Dan's fingers hook into the top of your panties gently, sliding them down your legs and leaving you completely exposed to the both of them. Almost simultaneously, they pull away, eyeing you from their respective angles, drinking in the sight of your body in front of them, and Dan lets out a low whistle. "Damn."
"You can say that again," Tom whispers, spinning you around and kissing up your chest to your neck while dodging Dan's hands, which are sliding around your stomach and down to your center. "God, you're so fucking hot," he mumbles against your skin, gently rubbing his hips against yours and making his erection slide between your already slick thighs.
You hear movements behind you through your haze of pleasure, and you know it's Dan beginning to undress. Tom pulls you in his arms and kisses you hard, one hand going to your breast and cupping it gently. Dan strips quickly, then grabs you by the hips, spinning you around in his arms and kissing you as Tom takes his turn to undress himself. He gently runs a hand down your side, his other hand firmly planted on your backside, pushing your hips even closer to his and letting you feel just how hard he is against you.
You're immediately pulled onto the bed, each one of them settling on either side of you, and even though they're openly staring at your naked body before them, you're not embarrassed in the least bit, instead pulling Tom down for a deep kiss. "What do you want first love?" Dan whispers in your ear, kissing the skin in front of it gently. You don't do anything but groan as Tom gives a hard pinch to the nipple, your entire body feeling like it's going to combust at any minute; you have no idea what you've done to deserve two men -- two
brothers
, twins even - who seem to only want to please you, but you're not complaining in the slightest.
"I don't know, I can't," you pant out, the pleasure taking over your body to the extent that you can hardly breathe, much less think. There's a look shared between them, and then Tom moves behind you on the bed, his erection rubbing up against the small of your back as he settles you in front of him. He groans from the contact, hissing out your name and spreading your legs wide. You open your eyes that you hadn't realized you'd closed, looking down at Dan, his eyes filled with lust. Tom's hand roughly grabs one of your tits as you lean your head back and capture your lips with his, kissing him roughly.
Dan moves his head between your legs, smirking slightly. "You're dripping, love. And it's all for me." With the first flick of his tongue on your clit, you're completely gone, moaning into Tom's mouth and your hand resting in Dan's hair.
