Chapter 1: Kissing two clones

Brielle Parker

She stood in the dark alley, staring at the huge figure in front of her.

She had seen a thief who was holding a gun and screamed. Swiftly, someone came to her rescue.

The broad shoulders that stood in front of her had glided to her side suddenly.

She hadn’t seen his face but she could stare at those shoulders all day without getting tired! This was wrong!

She had to stop staring at her savior, but those shoulders were making her brain foggy.

Relief came over her and she almost leaned back, he turned to her and Brielle gazed at the most amazing eyes ever.

She wasn’t much of a looker but damn, she got captured in his shiny emerald eyes, they held different emotions, secrets, pain and lust...

She so much wanted to kiss the pain away, be part of the secret and pleasure him...

His long raven hair made her fingers ache, Brielle wished she could run her hands through his hair.

What! This was absurd, they were in a dark alley and she needed to go home now.

He glided over to her, taking light steps towards and she moved back, unable to take her eyes off his face.

She couldn’t see his face clearly but his eyes had trapped her already.

He sniffed, held her neck and she got startled for a moment.

“What if he was more dangerous than the thief? What would he do to me?” Thoughts ran in her mind as she continued to stare at him.

She glanced at his lips and melted completely, his touch had sent shivers down her spine but his lips made her limbs weak and body ache.

He moved close to her, lips almost touching her face and she did the only thing that came to her head...

Kiss his lips... He uttered a low growl, tightened his hand on her neck and took over the kiss, his tongue preying her mouth and dominating.

His lips tasted of blood and honey, he rolled his tongue alongside hers and wrestled for dominance with it.

His lips touched every inch of her small mouth, tasting and basking in the pleasure of having a taste of her.

Brielle’s body shook with need, her legs became shaky and her thighs were flooded.

He broke the kiss, kissing her neck, sucking lightly on the hollow and she moaned with pleasure.

She wasn’t one to fall for strangers but with this man, Brielle was gone completely.

She moaned relentlessly, her voice and his little slurps echoing in the dark alley.

She felt different kinds of sparks in her body.

The pleasure felt unbearable and his kisses were driving her to the edge, he grabbed her breast and she screamed.

He flicked his finger around it, watching her reaction.

He smirked, obviously enjoying the way her face scrunched when his fingers plucked at her hard rosy nipple.

He stopped, turned his back to her and exited, making her pant and curse.

He had left her at the brim of my orgasm, fuck him!

She heard a low growl from the right side.

She needed to go home fast, this was enough drama for a day and she was surely gonna get punished for being late.

Her legs still felt shaky from the breathtaking kiss and as she stepped forward, the same figure came from the right side.

This time a bit smaller or she must have imagined his shoulders to be too broad.

In a swift motion, he pinned her to the wall, his hands felt cold and she wondered whether the temperature had changed.

He lifted her jaw, staring at her eyes with different emotions clouding his.

Strangely, his shiny emerald had changed to a gentle silver and his hair seemed dark red...

Had they changed or she had imagined it? Nevertheless, she wasn’t given time to think as his lips touched hers gently.

His lips felt soft, this kiss felt very gentle unlike the first, the feeling was of strange pleasure and she didn’t give herself time to think as she responded to the kiss, wrapping her hands around him.

He drew her closer, grabbing her waist and grating his hard-on on her waist.

She cried with pleasure, deepening the kiss, he mumbled a groan and drew her limp body into him.

He cupped her ass, spanking it gently.

“Ahh, yeah” She muttered wantonly, wanting everything that came her way.

He moved to her neck, licking the same hollow spot before raising her top, being naked in front of this stranger who toyed with her body felt right and when his mouth laced onto a nipple, she cried out with excess joy, rubbing his head.

He sucked lightly, running his tongue in circles before biting with his lips.

This made her legs give way and he wrapped them around his waist just when she was about to fall.

She held onto him, enjoying the pleasure and forgetting about every damned thing.

She also wanted to be in control, she could feel his boner pressing onto her entrance and nodding its head.

Pushing his lips away from her nipples, she kissed his jaws, moving down slowly as she got to his breasts, she sucked lightly on each nipple.

Making slurpy sounds and grazing her teeth on them lightly.

He groaned, holding a fistful of her hair, encouraging her as she kept sucking his nipple.

He raised her up, his eyes clouded with total lust and bloodshot red.

He fell on her shoulder, licking a spot and making her blood dance in her veins, she felt his teeth on her skin.

It felt ticklish and she wondered how someone could be this good at pleasuring a woman....

She was at the height of her climax, waiting for just one touch before a volcano of pure pleasure erupted in her.

“How dare you!” She heard a low growl which broke the whole trance.

The stranger turned and she saw another man come out from the darkness, his eyes held pain and anger.

Most importantly, they were shiny emeralds and it dawned on her that she had just been pleasured by two men, probably twin brothers.

“What do you want?” The second asked, dropping her slightly and she bowed her head, unable to stare at any one of them.

Both had taken her to the peak of pleasure and it felt awkward standing between them, though they had left her hanging at the very edge.

“Let her go!” The emerald eyed one ordered, she could feel the heat and tension brewing between them and he stepped aside.

She smelt a dark aura around the emerald eyed one and couldn’t tell why but she felt pity for him.

She adjusted her clothes, feeling conscious now as she walked past them.

She didn’t forget the sorrowful and distressed eyes that glanced at her closely as she left.

“Why did I just behave like a slut?”

There must be something about these guys that got her attracted to them.

Something seems to be pushing her towards them.