The Lies That We Tell

Chapter 26

“Rhyann,” Tate”s voice rumbles, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he’s fighting a smile. The darkness in his gaze has me crossing my legs while I think about all the dirty promises in them. The haughty, depraved promises he made when he was buried, balls deep between my legs hours ago. Images of the twins holding me still, my naked back kissing the smooth, lacquered top of the baby grand in the corner. The heels of my feet dancing chaotically over the ivory keys while Tate brings me to unimaginable heights of ecstasy. My body is a contradiction of the senses, goosebumps prickling my skin and shivers running down my spine while I feel hot all over and a searing wetness pools between my thighs.

“Tate,” my voice shakes in anticipation.

He laughs knowingly. There’s no hiding my immediate arousal from him. Only the two of us know what he’s planning, what he promised to do to me in front of Devon and Liam tonight. God, I’m so fucking thankful that Adrian didn’t insist we leave this hotel with him.

“Come over here with me, please.” Tate holds his hand out to me and I bite my lip when taking it. There’s a small part of me that wants to squeal with excitement over what’s about to happen, but I hold that part back. I’m a twenty four year old woman with a degree in business, I don’t squeal like a child.

Tate”s grip is crushingly tight as he tugs my arm to follow him. The toe of my boots catches on the soft carpet and I— not very gracefully— shuffle my feet to keep up with him. We walk over to the piano while the twins watch with confused expressions on their faces. Tate closes the top of the piano and grasps my hips. He lifts me with almost no effort and sets me down gingerly on the glossy top.

“Liam, Dev. Please come remove Miss Devereux’s shoes and socks for me,” Tate instructs the twins in a tone that belongs in a boardroom, not a hotel suite. My heart stops momentarily as Tate leaves me for the piano bench. The brothers take their time as they make their way around the room to the small alcove under the stairs.

“Hello trouble.” Devon winks at me as he takes my right foot in his hands and begins unlacing my boot. Liam shakes his head and turns away from us and walks to the bar where he leans down and lifts a dark bottle triumphantly.

“I need a fucking drink,” he exclaims sauntering back to the alcove while tipping the bottle to his lips. The sensual confidence in his fluid motions has my legs shaking with anticipation.

Devon yanks my foot, bringing my attention back to the two men beside me. “If you don’t sit still, I’m going to spank that pretty little ass of yours,” he says with a growl. Tate murmurs a hum of approval at the idea.

Just as Devon pulls my boot off, Liam comes back and sets the bottle beside me. I look at the solid black, bell shaped bottle of D’usse Cognac. I smile and take a swig of the liquor, tasting the sweetness of apricot and blackberry. A minute amount of liquid hits my chin as the bottle leaves my lips. Devon smiles deviously and leans forward, his tongue darting out, there’s a rumble in his throat as he licks the bit of cognac off me.

“Mmm,” Devon purrs and kisses my mouth, his tongue tasting them before he pulls away.

Liam finishes removing my other boot, and starts reaching up my pant leg for the top of my sock. He tickles my calf with the tips of his fingers, making me squirm. “Stop that,” I giggle. God, these men make me sound like a teenage girl who’s finally got the attention of the boy she has a crush on. I guess, in a way that’s what I am. With the exception of the part of the teenage girl.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to tell any of us what to do, Rhyann.” Tate smirks, swiping the bottle from Devon and taking a swig of it. “Mmm, this’ll taste like heaven when I lick it off your body.” He emphasizes his words by tapping on a couple keys. The note reverberates through the top of the piano, sending vibrations down the mahogany body and up through the top making me moan as the sensation courses through my hips and my legs. “You like that?” Tate lifts an eyebrow and hits a couple more keys, a surreptitious grin across his face.

Tate has me so distracted, I don’t notice my bare feet until Devon and Liam are unbuttoning my jeans. “You gotta lift your ass a little, baby doll.” Devon smirks, patting the bottom of my hip.

“Oh,” I giggle— another giggle, what is wrong with me? I place my hands flat on the piano surface and lift up just enough for the denim to slide down. My bare bottom kisses the cold lacquered surface.

“No panties?” Liam waggles his brows with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I think someone came prepared.”

“You’re an idiot,” his brother tells him. I can’t help but laugh when Liam feigns offense over his brother’s words.

“Arms up,” Devon instructs. My brain scrambles trying to do as I’m told when Liam’s fingers find the wet folds between my thighs.

“So wet and ready,” Liam mumbles as his brother pulls my top over my head. Devon”s fingers caress a trail down my neck to the valley between my breasts. With a nimble flick of his thumb and index finger, he releases the clasp and frees the girls from their fabric and lace entrapments.

No one says a word once the twins have me completely naked atop the piano. All three sets of eyes just stare at me, a hunger like I’ve never seen before glares back from behind each set. My stomach flutters with anticipation and my legs make a feeble attempt to clamp shut. But it’s useless, as each brother grips my ankles, holding my legs in place. Open just enough for both Liam and Devon to see everything my thighs are trying to hide.

Tate clicks his tongue and I turn my head. “Oh no, Rhyann. I told you earlier what was going to happen tonight.”

“But—” I start, glaring at him. When he said all that this morning, it was a huge turn on, but if I’m being honest with myself, I thought he was only talking dirty to turn me on. I never actually thought he meant to follow through with it.

“No buts,” Devon growls, releasing my ankle to grab my chin before slamming his lips against mine. The fight or flight urge leaves my body as quickly as it came when his tongue flicks across the fullness of my bottom lip and I moan, my eyes fluttering closed. His free hand caresses up my calf, past my knee until his fingers find my lower set of lips. Someone— probably Liam— kisses the exposed side of my neck. Teeth nipping at my tender flesh as he makes his way down my chest and pulls a pebble hard nipple between them.

Devon slowly pushes two fingers between the folds of my pussy as we kiss. The sound of a zipper going down and the rustling of clothes sings through the silent room and Tate lets out a soft moan. I open one eye a crack, taking a peak in his direction to find him with his pants down, his hard cock in his fist as his thumb slides over the glossy, swollen head. Tate gives me a wink as he starts to slowly stroke himself.

Liam continues to suckle and nibble at my breast and my hand goes up to pinch the other one. “Don’t,” Tate growls, utterly in control of the entire scene. I sigh against Dev’s mouth and drop my hand back to my side.

Liam slides a hand up my thigh, his fingers pressing into my core, filling me. Four fingers spread and pump in and out. The cocktail pain and pleasure the brothers give me sends my body into overload making any coherent thought impossible. Devon breaks the kiss and leans his head down to encapsulate my lonely nipple between his hot lips, my back arches, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“Do you like that?” Tate asks, his voice husky. I nod in response, my eyes closed and my head tilted back as the twins continue their dual assault on my body. “Good, because when we are finished with you, you’ll never doubt any of us again.”

Tate”s words are both a promise and a threat. The brothers just nod and hum their agreement, neither one letting go of the hold they have over my body. The sensation of being devoured by the twins has my body shaking in pleasure. The pressure of my oncoming orgasm builds up inside me.

“Don’t make her cum,” Tate growls. “She hasn’t earned it yet.”

Just as quickly as the brothers filled the space between my legs, they pull away, leaving me hollow and needing release. A whimper escapes my mouth as I melt into the piano top, my back and head resting on the cold, hard surface. There’s a silence in the room that threatens to swallow me whole as I lay there, knowing the three of them are watching. A neediness snakes down from my lips where Devon had been, following the trail Liam”s mouth had been, down my belly to my swollen, throbbing clit.

“You want to touch yourself, don’t you Rhyann?” Liam whispers in my ear.

“Uh huh,” I breathe out. A velvet blanket of darkness covers me as my eyes remain screwed shut.

“Then do it,” Devon growls. “Put those pretty little feet up and spread your legs so we can watch you touch yourself.”

Wordlessly, I do as I’m told, bending my knees so my feet rest on the same surface my body lays on. “Turn around and face me, Rhyann,” Tate instructs, and I do as I’m told. “Dev, Liam, hold her knees.”

My eyes fly open as the brothers go to opposite sides of the piano and they each take a knee in their hands, slowly spreading my legs until every inch of me is on display. Something about their hands holding me open, their attention on me pushes me to do their bidding. My hands quickly find the little bundle of nerves hiding under its fleshy hood. I graze my clit as I feel for the moisture between my nether lips. I slip my fingers between the swollen folds diving into the wet hollowness the brothers left behind.

“That’s my girl,” Liam coos.

“Our girl,” his brother growls possessively.

“That’s what I meant,” Liam defends, making me smirk, even in the midst of a sexual escapade, that brotherly banter doesn’t end. Their words encourage me to go on, to perform for them as though I were the star of their own personal porno.

Tate reaches up and begins to caress one of my calves, his fingers moving up and down the soft flesh as I continue to finger myself. My eyes roll back and my back arches lifting my belly up. One of the twins takes this moment to pour the cool liquid from the cognac bottle into my navel. “Ooh,” I say. The sensation makes me shiver. My free hand slides across my wet skin picking up a small amount of the liquor. Slowly, I lift my hand to my lips, my tongue darts out, tasting the sweet and spicy flavors of the cognac.

My moan is stifled when teeth nip at my bottom lip, a strong grip captures my wrist and sucks my fingers between his lips. When I open my eyes to see which one of the twins has stolen the liquid from my fingertips, I’m met with the shimmering blue of Devon”s lust filled eyes as he grips my hand with one of his, and palms his cock with the other. An animalistic, hungry rumble hums in his throat as he pulls his mouth away, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

The proof of my arousal coats my fingers as I slide them up, finding my clit with ease. With a little pressure, the well of pressure at my core overflows and I feel the first slow pulses of my impending orgasm. The orgasm ends as quickly as it began when my ankles are yanked forward and there’s an echoing clang that vibrates the entire piano as my heels slam against the keys on either side of Tate. “I think you’ve had enough fun, princess,” he says with a calculated smile. I don’t have time to argue before his mouth covers the swollen, wet lips between my thighs. His tongue forcing through the slick seam, plunging deep inside me, tasting me, devouring me whole.

I let out a cry as each brother takes a hand, pinning my arms in place. I watch through a haze of lust as Devon takes a long swig of the cognac and hands the bottle to his brother. I turn my head to see Liam mirror his brother’s actions and tip his head back as the bottle touches his lips. Liam”s cheeks inflate as he fills his mouth. He leans down his pursed lips meeting mine. Warm, spicy liquid hits my mouth as Liam begs for me to open for him. When I do his silent bidding, I almost choke on the cognac as Tate nips at my hood, his tongue having left the warmth of my core.

My brain fries from the overstimulation. Devon has claimed a hard nipple with his mouth and Liam continues to kiss me passionately while Tate sucks and nips at my clit. His fingers find the heat of my core and begin a frantic rhythm, pushing deep within me, curving and finding my g-spot with ease. That overflowed well bursts. My body convulses as I strain against the three men and their hands and mouths. A supernova of an orgasm rocks my body, wave after wave of explosive pleasure wiping out all thoughts and worries of the past week.

I ride the shockwaves of my orgasm, gasping for breath against Liam”s mouth as Tate pulls away from my clit and bites the inside of my thigh. His fingers continue their effortless stroking. Liam breaks the kiss with a grin and claims my lonely nipple with his teeth. Tate plants tiny kisses down the inside of my leg, his teeth teasing the side of my knee and then the meaty part of my calf. When Tate”s lips reach my ankle, he pulls his fingers from inside me, lifting them up for Devon to taste, and it is the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. Devon takes Tate”s hand with a needy aggression and sucks them in, down to the knuckle before slowly pulling them away from his lips.

“Oh god,” I moan breathlessly.

Liam and Devon both chuckle as Tate lifts me off the piano. “We’re just getting started,” Liam says as he leads us up the stairs into the main bedroom.