Page 33 of Twins with Daddy’s Bestie

“This is incredible,” Olivia says as she watches the sun set with a dreamy look on her face. Her eyes are baby blue and as clear as ever as dying sunlight soaks into them.

I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me while we watch the sunset together. Her body relaxes against mine, and she smiles as my hand falls to her stomach. She turns her face toward me, and I look away from the sunset to an even more beautiful view of her face before leaning down and kissing her.

It feels so comfortable. She turns and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as I back her against the wall of the terrace. I hold her close, feeling her curves under the dress.

“This feels so natural,” Olivia says when she pulls her mouth away from a kiss, looking over her shoulder at the newly formed twilight. “Every time we’re together like this ... it’s like we’re supposed to be together, you know?”

“I feel the same way,” I agree, wrapping my arms tighter around her and pulling her closer. “Every time you're gone, I hold my breath and wait for you to come back. I can't get enough of you.”

I kiss her again, and her fingers find the back of my head and begin interlacing with my hair, pulling it softly as she moans into my mouth. My hands explore her body, desperate to feel more. I feel myself getting hard and don’t do anything to stop it. Maybe being out here with her in such a public setting is a mistake, but I couldn't care less right now.

My lips are on her neck, her eyes closed, and she’s moaning in my ear as I kiss her soft skin. I could lose control right now, lift the skirt of her dress, and make love to her without a second thought.

But before I have the chance, the door behind us bursts open, and a security guard emerges with his hands on his hips. Olivia and I burst into laughter, following him off the terrace and back to the ballroom.

When we're back on the main floor, I grab her hand and lead her to the exit. “What are we doing now?”

“Finishing what we started,” I say as I flag down the valet to retrieve my car so we can go back to my house.

21

Olivia

As soon as Drake opens the door to his house, I'm in his arms, and he's carrying me to his bedroom. Any reservations I might have had about not sleeping with him are gone. It's the only thing I can think about, and if I don't have sex with him tonight, I might lose my mind. I can't take it anymore. I've tried to do the right thing and fight this, but at what point do I acknowledge that fighting it might not be the right thing?

We are consenting adults with a mutual affection for one another. What's wrong with that?

Drake sets me down next to his bed, and I kick off the heels that have been killing my feet all night. He takes off his jacket and drops it on the ground before I start unbuttoning his shirt to see his muscles. I've been dreaming about them since the last time we were together.

“How are you this good-looking and smart and funny?” I say, looking at him appreciatively. “God really does have favorites.”

“He blessed you in a lot of ways, too,” Drake says, pulling me closer to kiss me as his fingers move around to unzip my dress. “You're funny, charming, and an incredibly talented chef.”

Drake backs away for a moment, lowering the shoulders of my dress to push it down and reveal my body. “You're also incredibly sexy.” He licks his bottom lip as he eyes my bare breasts.

The last time he and I were together, I was a little bit reserved. Since then, I've been replaying it over and over in my head and coming up with a few new ideas in my fantasies. I'm far too excited to test out some of the ideas to just let him stand there and look at me. I move forward and undo his belt before pushing his pants to the ground, seeing how hard he already is for me.

I bite my lip while I look down at him, wrapping my hand around his shaft and slowly moving it up and down. He kisses me and moans with pleasure, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I continue this for a few moments before pushing his head away with my free hand and falling to my knees in front of him.

This is something I've only read about in some of my romance books, but I'm excited to taste him.

“Oh, my God,” Drake groans as my tongue traces the length of his cock. I watch with a coy smile as he throbs and twitches while I touch him. My heart is beating faster, and I feel the anticipation between my legs as I press my lips against the tip and take him in my mouth.

I like this much more than I thought I would, and hearing how responsive he is as I work more of him into my mouth only makes me want to keep going.

“You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth,” Drake moans as he reaches for my hair to push it out of my face. I slowly swirl my tongue around his tip as he stiffens inside my mouth. After a few minutes, he puts a hand on my shoulder and stops me, pulling himself out of my mouth.

In one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground and scoops me into his arms, sitting on the bed with me in his lap. My legs are spread around him, and he reaches down to feel the wetness soaking through my panties. Then, he pushes my bottoms aside and aligns his cock with my pussy before sliding himself inside me.

“You’re so tight, Olivia,” he moans, and I whimper on top of him as I lower more of myself onto him, feeling relieved to have him inside me once again. My body stretches around him, and I shiver as pleasure swells through my body. “All I think about all day is feeling your pussy around me again.”

“It feels so good,” I cry out, biting my lip as I start moving my hips faster. I push against his chest, and he falls on his back as I grind against him. Drake reaches for my breasts, rubbing his hands over and kneading my already alert nipples. He sits up just enough to take one in his mouth while I continue rocking my hips against him.

I feel drunk and feverish with how much I need him, and I want this moment to last forever. Having him inside me and feeling how his body reacts to every thrust of my hips is intoxicating.

“Oh, God, Drake!” I shout, my body quivering as an orgasm overtakes it. Drake sits up and grabs my waist as my body is overwhelmed with pleasure and I freeze up. He holds my waist still while he pumps deeper into me, and every thrust sends pulses of ecstasy through my limbs.

As I start to settle down, he lifts me and throws me onto the mattress. I'm on my stomach now, and he gets on his knees behind me and pulls my panties down to toss them aside.