The Delaneys At Home by Anne Brooke Page B

punishment, sir?"
    Without warning, Mark grabbed my chin and pressed me farther back onto the bed. The warmth of his hand on my face sent a throb of excitement straight to my groin, which nobody could fail to notice. Johnny snorted and at once stopped looking quite so worried, but Mark brought any further reaction to an end with a hiss and a quick glance his way before turning his attention back to me.
    "Oh, yes." He smiled. "I can promise you punishment, but, as I'm sure I've told you before, neither Johnny nor I are unreasonable men. First, drink your coffee and let us look at you."
    Then he got up, swung one of the chairs round next to the bed and sat on it. Johnny did the same and sat next to him. Eyes fixed on Mark, I reached for the nearest coffee cup. This might have been a problem as I couldn't actually see it, but thankfully Johnny pressed it into my hand. Being in love with twins definitely had its upside. The coffee tasted rich and strong, much like its owners, and certainly didn't come from any jar of instant. Hell, though, neither did the Delaneys. As is a man, so is his coffee choice, as my grandmother used to say. But that was a whole other story.
    I took a second, even better sip, and relaxed back against the pillows, opening my legs so the twins could get a good view of as much of me as they wanted to look at. My cock was already half-hard, the fact I was the only one naked sending a fresh zing of delight through my blood. How I loved being in their hands. As I drank, the brothers continued to gaze at my body. It felt strangely comfortable, almost as if we were simply passing the time of day together, even though nobody spoke.
    Finally, Mark said, "Have you finished your coffee?"
    I nodded. "Yes, sir. Thank you."
    "Good. Then put it down and spread your arms wide."
    Heart beating fast, I obeyed. By now, my cock was dancing to its own special tune and I wasn't convinced there was much I could do to stop it.
    "Okay," Mark continued, "that's good. Well done. Now, Johnny and I are going to pay you some attention..."
    "Some very close attention," Johnny chipped in and then gave his twin half a smile when he frowned.
    "Yes," Mark said, "while we're doing this, we want you, Liam, to be perfectly still unless we give you instructions to the contrary, though you can make noise if you want to. Understood?"
    "Yes, sirs."
    To my surprise, Johnny began at my head, and Mark at my feet, though I'd assumed anything like this would be the other way round. Showed what I knew then. Absolutely zilch. Johnny's kisses on my hair were gentle and warm, and I wanted nothing more than to reach upward and pull his mouth onto mine, but the command to be still kept me motionless. At the same time, Mark sucked at my toes, running his tongue over my skin. I thanked God I'd taken a thorough shower before leaving my flat for the last time and that I wasn't ticklish.
    While Mark nibbled at me, Johnny lowered his attentions to my face. He kissed my eyelids and cheeks, and began stroking my neck. All the time he was murmuring soft words, which made me smile, even as Mark was licking the undersides of my feet. Funny how lovemaking before the Delaneys had never been like this. Whatever happened, I didn't think I could go back to sleeping with only one man again. They'd spoilt me for it.
    By the time Johnny reached my chest, and Mark my knees, it was taking all my concentration not to move. More than anything I wanted Johnny's tongue on my nipples and Mark's lips round my cock. That would be heaven, but I wasn't convinced they'd do it. After all, punishment had been the operative word before they'd started on me. And I remembered what I'd told them before--how what I most wanted was not my own enjoyment but theirs. God help me, it was true, too.
    Johnny's mouth trailed a line of kisses and small licks over my chest, but my nipples remained untouched. I couldn't help groaning at such a loss, then found myself panting as Mark started to stroke me