One Twisted Valentine (3 page)

Brooke got quiet for a moment too, shy almost.
Between them, there was that tender feeling of rising possibility
they had felt their first night together.

“We like you, too,” Brooke said. She looked over
their meal. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m full. Peter, why
don’t you make a fire while our new friend and I clean up in the
kitchen?”

Peter had a smirk on his face, but underneath Eva
could see a genuine happiness.

“Great,” he said.

Eva grabbed her plate and the salad bowl and moved
off to the kitchen. Brooke followed. The kitchen was corralled off
from the living room by a set of hanging cabinets, giving the space
a close, intimate feel. As they moved around, scraping dishes and
running water to fill the sink, Eva found Brooke very close,
putting a hand to Eva’s back as she scooted by, or pressing arm to
arm as they stood side by side.

It was silly. It was fake. But the feeling of
impending seduction gave it a powerful charge and Eva was loving
every minute of it. As they stood in front of the sink, waiting for
the bubbles to rise, Eva brushed her pinky finger along Brooke’s
forearm in a testing, inviting stroke.

She glanced up to see Brooke giving her a tender
gaze. She shut off the water and turned to Eva.

“Let’s do these later,” Brooke whispered.

“Okay,” Eva said, in a shy, quiet whisper.

They rested for a shared silence, content in their
attraction. There was no need to hurry because they knew it would
be wonderful. Somehow, it felt almost as if they had never kissed
at all.

That’s why as Brooke leaned in and brought her hand
to cradle Eva’s cheek, Eva exhaled a long, surrendering sigh.

“Can I kiss you?” Brooke asked.

Eva nodded.

The next moment was filled with a softness Eva could
get nowhere else. Brooke’s lips, full and plump, felt exquisite
moving across her own skin. After a moment lost in delight Eva’s
mouth bloomed. Brooke’s tongue slid into her with a pleasing
stroke.

The thrill, the pleasure, the feeling of
gratification rose in her stomach and limbs. In a moment, it was
hurtling along on its own consuming momentum. Eva curled her
grasping hands, then her hugging arms, around Brooke to bind her
close. Brooke wrapped her own arms around Eva’s upper body, one of
her hands nestling softly in Eva’s hair, the other stroking the
skin at the back of Eva’s neck.

“Nnngghh,” Eva moaned into Brooke’s luscious
kiss.

A filling heat was seeping through Eva’s body, across
the flesh of her breasts, leaking down her stomach to pool as a
growing desire in her mound. The momentum was rushing on,
transforming the sweet kiss into something more greedy and
expansive. Eva felt a wonderful feeling of abandon.

Pulling her lips from Brooke’s, she slid her open
mouth down Brooke’s throat, tasting the soft track of smooth skin,
sucking the buried tendon where Brooke’s neck met her shoulder.
Just like that, Eva wanted more.

Pressing her forehead, her nose, her cheeks to
Brooke’s flesh as she nestled her face at Brooke’s throat, Eva’s
chin slid across the swell of Brooks’ cleavage. Now she was
running. She lifted her hand and drew her lacquered fingernails
across the exposed skin at the curve of Brooke’s breast.

“Do it,” Brooke said through a surprised gasp. Eva
slid up to look at her.

“Do it,” Brooke insisted. “Suck me.”

Eva clenched the neckline of Brooke’s dress and
pulled it down. It was made from a stretching fabric and pulled out
without ripping. Brooke’s naked breast slid out with a pendulous
weight and then there it was for Eva to taste.

Closing her mouth over Brooke’s nipple, Eva could
feel the crinkles of Brooke’s hard areola against the skin between
her mouth and nose. The wet sensation pulled another lusting sound
from deep in Brooke’s throat. As her body quaked under Eva’s
sucking kiss, she let out a capitulating sigh.

Eva’s lips worked on. She could feel her effect in
every tremble of Brooke’s body. She slid her hands down Brooke’s
body until her fingers curled under Brooke’s ass and she could feel
the heavenly weight of Brooke’s cheeks in her palms. She closed her
hands in a playful squeeze while pulling hard with her sucking
mouth on Brooke’s chest. The combination shot a whining gasp from
Brooke’s lungs.

Somewhere in the sensual fog of their caresses Eva
realized they were no longer alone. Peter was behind Brooke, his
mouth pressing to the back of her neck. Brooke’s breathing turned
into sharp heaves as Eva began to suckle her other nipple and Peter
pinched the skin of her neck with his teeth.

As Peter crushed closer behind Brooke, Eva felt his
pelvis press the skin of her hands. His cock was beautifully solid
against her skin. As she felt Peter’s stiff shaft, Eva hummed out a
craving sound through Brooke’s skin against her mouth. It felt
familiar and new at the same moment.

Between the delightful hardness of Peter and the
supple pressure of Brooke’s breast against her face, Eva was struck
by a kind of yearning blindness. Her eyes opened to see the curving
rise of Brooke’s chest, the thin, cute blue veins just under her
pale skin, but everything in her world was focused on the
sensations of her flesh. The delicious hardness of Brooke’s taut
nipple brushing her upper lip, the soft flesh of Brooke’s ass in
her hands, the perfect stiffness of Peter acting as a kind of
counter-weight perfectly balancing her growing lust.

Just as Eva was getting lost in the urge to go
farther, Brooke tugged her hair lightly, drawing Eva’s face up to
her eyes.

“Do you want to be shared?” Brooke said.

“Yes,” Eva breathed.

“Do you want to be with me and my husband?” Brooke
asked with a devilish smile.

“Please,” Eva said.

Brooke tightened her hand in Eva’s hair, bringing a
lick of pain to Eva’s scalp. The contrast of her pleasure with the
pain Brooke introduced made every nerve ending crackle.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to listen to me and do what I
say?”

“Oh, yes. Please…”

“Please what?” Brooke said with a taunting, naughty
look in her eyes.

“Please let me be with you. I’ll do anything.”

Brooke didn’t say any more. Slowly, she lowered her
lips onto Eva’s upturned face and kissed her forehead, then one
cheek, then the other, then finally her parted lips.

The kiss was that of someone who loved her, Eva
thought. Then Brooke drew back.

“Go into the living room and sit at the near end of
the sofa,” Brooke said.

Her head swirling, her emotions splashing against one
another, Eva walked to the sofa and sat. She couldn’t ever remember
feeling more alive, more in tune with her current moment. There was
no tomorrow or yesterday. Something she could not name felt so
right in this single present.

There was only Brooke walking Peter into the living
room. She was walking in front of him, her hand trailing back to
hold his. Directing him to sit at the far end of the couch Brooke
smiled at Eva, sitting as she was, watching her husband like he was
a virtual stranger. Somehow Brooke was casting an aura of control
over everything, asserting herself in a way Eva had never expected
but now could not deny.

“I want you to watch. You need to stay there until I
say,” Brooke said. Eva looked on in amazement, the submissive and
differing Brooke she had known until now had so thoroughly vanished
Eva wondered if she was only now seeing Brooke’s true character.
Brooke pressed her legs between Peter’s, opening him for her as she
slowly dropped to her knees. Nestled between his powerful thighs
Brooke held his calves at her sides, then slid her hands up his
legs, scratching her nails through his pants to tantalize his skin
and muscles underneath the fabric.

Bending her fingers, Brooke’s hands looked like
exquisite claws, Eva thought. Peter breathed in, his strong chest
growing and rising with his arousal. Brooke looked to him, pinning
him where he sat with an assertive spark in her eye. Then her hand
moved over the thick bump in his pants Eva knew was his fabulous
cock. Brooke held it and teased it, moving it back and forth with
her hand. Her fingers danced up and down its length with ease, like
she owned it. Eva recognized the movements as those of a happy wife
enjoying her treasure. She had made the same entitled motions
hundreds of times herself.

Her hands clawed back down his legs, slipping off his
shoes, then his socks.

Then her hands were on his belt. At the metal click
of his buckle opening, Eva felt the warmth of her pussy ripple in
greed. The moist release inside, beginning to drip from her swollen
lips, seemed to trickle away her last bits of control. Now all she
wanted was to submit.

She did, by staying put. Eva could only watch Brooke
and Peter with an intensity she could not fathom, like her skin and
ears and hair and blood all observed this ‘husband and wife’ along
with her eyes. Her mouth opened unconsciously as she saw Peter’s
cock sprang free, tall and full, with a delightful waiver at its
own weight and firm length.

Eva let out an involuntary whine of need. Brooke
closed her fingers around the base with a light touch, sliding her
hand up his shaft. Near the base, Eva noticed a smeared ring of red
and recognized it as the same shade as Brooke’s lipstick. When she
lifted her eyes to Brooke’s, Eva discovered Brooke was already
watching her. There was a look on Brooke’s face like a silent
invitation to speak. But Eva said nothing.

“Is this what you want?” Brooke prompted. The soft
words hit Eva’s ears like a demand.

“Yes,” Eva said. She had been denying herself Peter’s
body for the last four days as a way to build up the anticipation
for this moment. Now it was overpowering. Or would be if Brooke
wasn’t asserting so such unexpected, wonderful authority. The
feeling of denial, of Brooke enforcing her denial, felt like an
entire new and unknown avenue in Eva’s sexual cravings.

Brooke raised her eyebrow and Eva knew she had
misstepped.

“I want it,” Eva said. “I want you too. I want to
lick you, feel your pussy. I want to serve you and please you. I
want to give myself to you and him. Please.”

Brooke looked at her in silence. Eva spoke to fill
the void and surprised even herself.

“I want to watch you. I want to see what you do when
you’re alone.”

A smile curled across Brooke’s lips, her eyes
lingered on Eva as she stroked Peter’s cock to a harder, higher
stiffness. Her look was so dominating, Eva shrank at its wonderful
heat. Her eyes found Peter’s. There she saw a flicker of the
husband she knew, for a solacing moment.

“Watch for now, but I expect you to do your share
soon,” Brooke said. Her fingers grasped Peter’s chin, turning his
face to hers, claiming him as her lips and tongue pressed his. Like
that, Eva was witnessing them in a private moment. Peter’s mouth
was tender, brushing and sucking. Brooke was in no mood for
tenderness, flashing her teeth and taking his upper lip in a
nipping bite.

Brooke’s fingers came to the buttons on his chest,
flicking them open with quick and greedy pops. As the last one
opened, she grabbed his collar and pulled the fabric from his
torso.

His shirt gone, she began to work his pants. She
smacked his thigh, prompting him to lift his legs from the sofa so
she could pull his pants free in a few hard yanks. Every motion was
like a taunting dare, freeing Peter, toying with him, prompting him
to strike.

As he settled back to the sofa, Eva saw the light
from the fire reveal the muscles and motions of the body she knew
so well. A wet craving dripped through her as she tried to keep
herself still on the cushion. It took everything to keep her from
crawling to them, begging to taste some of their lust.

Eva was about to move when Brooke stood and began to
pull at the zippers along the sides of her dress. As the final
zipper teeth released, her dress opened at her back and breasts,
flaying apart like the mouth of a snake. Bloomed wide, it began to
slide down her body and, with every inch it fell, revealed a glossy
red under bust corset. After it slid past her gently curving hips
to drop on the floor, Brooke stood with nothing but the shiny red
corset, nearly matching the strip of soft auburn hair on the mound
above her full and glistening lips.

Another wave of thirst coursed through Eva’s every
vein. Some distant part of her mind, outside the fantasy,
unsplashed by her rising lust, realized Brooke must have been
thorough in her planning for tonight. In a moment it meant the
world to Eva, amazed her, and brought on a daze of nerves. If it
wasn’t so evident Brooke cared for her, Eva would worry at the
influence Brooke was exerting at the core of her life. It was
another beacon drifting past, showing Brooke had left the realm of
girlfriend or fuckbuddy to become something more. Then she could
not think on it more as Brooke sank back to her knees between
Peter’s legs and took him into her mouth.

His head fell to the back of the sofa and a sound of
agony and pleasure growled from his mouth. Eva always loved when he
let go enough to groan and moan and scream and cry out. Usually,
there was a little hitch, a little reserve even as he lent voice to
his enjoyment. Not now. Now, every reserve was gone and everything
he had was sounding out as Brooke closed her lips around his cock
and dove down on him.

In a moment, Eva saw herself with Peter, what she
must look like working to please the man she loved so much. This
must be what it’s like to witness her own mouth on him, her black
hair swinging back and forth like Brooke’s shimmering red hair was
now, her face dropping and rising as she went down and came up on
his slick cock. She heard the same vulgar sounds as Brooke’s lips
slipped along his wet skin. Every slurp and wet smack brought a new
wetness between her thighs.