Impulse -- Sample (Book 1 of The Conquest Series)

4. Managing the Menage

Coco placed the slick tumbler on the small table next to Cole. Or was it Spencer? Without them speaking, she had a hard time deciphering which was which.

Again—no matter, really.

They were the ones that would be calling out her name as they came. It was never the other way around. That would give her lover—or in this case, lovers—too much control, and Coco couldn't have that. She was the one who had control. Always.

After releasing her grip of the glass onto the dark wood, she slid her fingers up Twin #1's arm until they brushed across the fabric over his collarbone. With one slick move, she knotted his tie into her fist and pulled. The ensuing tug brought his face close to her and she licked his bottom lip suggestively.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned and pressed his mouth to hers in a clash of teeth and tongue. There was no prelude to this kiss. It was open-mouthed and hungry.

Twin #2 reached up from his seated position next to his brother and pulled Coco down so that she was sprawled across both of their laps in a soft, sensual heap.

Spencer, who happened to be the one pulling her down upon them, started to kiss and nip the soft flesh across her exposed stomach. He continued to gently pull at her top, slowly peeling the taut fabric above her white half-bra. He kissed every inch of fresh flesh he exposed, licking tiny swirls up to the cup of her bra. With the nimble fingers of his right hand, he reached around to Coco's back and unhooked her bra within seconds.

Tossing the flimsy piece of fabric off to the side, he licked and sucked his way up to her pebbled nipples as Cole continued to clash tongues with the temptress.

Spencer used his left hand to grip one breast and pinch its hardened peak while using his mouth to lavish the other puckered bud.

With his free hand, Cole drew irregular patterns while slowly sliding up the white skin of her calf, knee, and inner thigh. His fingers pushed aside the fabric of her damp panties and he slid a thick finger between her wet folds.

Coco let out a deep moan and pushed her pelvis towards the warm finger that was now circling her aching clit.

Spurred on by her actions, Cole thumbed the bud in slower, torturous circles as he eased another eager finger down her slit. He finally settled it near her wet entrance and slowly dipped one of his fingers inside.

Coco immediately felt herself clamp down on his thick digit and ground her hips onto his hand, seeking more friction. He added another finger and she let out a soft, feminine grunt as he began to thumb her clit while twisting his fingers inside her, stretching her walls gently. She had to admit, it was an action full of promise.

Cole had abandoned her lips to suck on the crease of her neck. The wealth of sensations the men were lavishing on her was pulling moan after delicious moan from her throat. She felt herself giving way to pleasure instead of controlling it.

She sat up abruptly, taking both men by surprise. Cole's fingers were still inside her and she almost groaned when he reluctantly pulled them from her. She stood and started making her way towards one of the bedrooms in the back, shedding the rest of her clothing as she went. She had almost let her control slip, and she needed to re-forge her dominance in a different setting.

Both men, who were still fully clothed, trailed after her with purpose, stripping themselves of all but their underwear as they went. Spencer was a boxer briefs kind of guy, while Cole kept it loose in simple boxers.