She felt Quinn's hands gripping her breasts more firmly, not hurting her, but making her ache for more. She consciously chose not to look down. His eye color had now morphed from molten honey to glowing amber. She watched him swallow.
"You're not just an artist with glass, you're an artist with words, too, Kachawli," Ben said as he turned her face to his. "But you're wrong about one thing. You're the visual feast." He teased her lower lip with his tongue, and she eagerly parted her lips, inviting him in, needing him. Thankful that all of her senses were finally being fulfilled, she felt Quinn pull her hands from around his neck and place them around Ben's neck instead. Then, as one, they rose, taking her with them. She'd forgotten how tall they were until she noticed that her five-foot-eleven frame was still easily seven inches shorter than each of them.
Ben caught her up behind her back and knees as Quinn opened the door, and they brought her back inside. Within moments, Kara was lovingly laid onto a beautiful handmade quilt on a king-sized bed. Both men flowed down with her, resting beside her. Quinn stroked back her hair, and Ben gave her a wide grin before he bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, causing her to arch up and give a yelp in reaction, before clamping both hands in his long hair and demanding, "More. Ben, God, that feels good."
Quinn chuckled. "Ben, it's good to know that some things get past our little artist's visual senses." And with that, Quinn bent down and start to languidly lap at her other nipple. Kara moved one of her hands away from Ben's hair and thrust it into the short straight tufts of Quinn's hair, pulling him closer, arching her back, pressing her breasts upward to the heat of these two wonderful men, who held the promise of her future in their touch.
In a matter of seconds or hours, Kara wasn't sure which, she felt a hand drifting down and unbuttoning her jeans. She might not have been sure about how long she'd been lying on the bed, but she damn well knew it was Quinn Shotbrook's hand that was between her thighs. She clenched the short hair and pulled his head up so she could look him in the eye, and saw that his eyes were dancing, and they both grinned.
"Little help?" he asked.
"What kind of help?"
"How about you lift up that world-class ass?" he replied as she balanced her weight on her shoulder blades and heels. He reared up and swiftly pulled off her jeans, panties, and sneakers, leaving her naked between the two men. It should have made her nervous, but instead she felt powerful. Their expressions were enraptured. Kara watched as Quinn's hand started to move up her leg, and said "Stop!" in as firm as tone as her desire-thickened voice could manage.
"What?" Quinn asked distractedly.
Ben was still enjoying the bounty he had found at her breasts, moving from one to the other and then back again. Yet another place that Kara could not look. "Stop, both of you," she said on a gasp, because just the thought of seeing Ben's lips suckling at her breasts was making it hard to breathe.
"Why do we need to stop?" Ben asked, not bothering to stop. Kara struggled to sit up, forcing Ben to stop, and now both men were finally paying attention. Mostly they were looking at her naked body, but she knew they would also listen to her, so it would have to suffice.
"You two. Naked-now!" she smiled, because she had said what she wanted to say. She watched as they looked at each other in confusion, and then she frowned. "I want my visual treat. Get up and strip," she clarified. Then they looked at her and grinned. Both of them got up and stripped in record time, and Kara was pretty sure she was going to have a heart attack. She'd go on record as the youngest, healthiest woman to ever have a heart attack. Her mother would be mobbed by curiosity seekers, and she would be forced to explain that her daughter's heart exploded at the sight of the two most gorgeous, naked men in the entire world.
Kara could definitely see that they were brothers. She had known that from their similar facial features. Their musculature was very similar, as well. They both had chests that went into a very strong V-shape to their hips, but Quinn was much wider in the shoulders. She imagined that some of that just came with age, and that Ben would fill out like his brother in a few years. Again, their legs looked almost the same, except that Quinn's were more muscular. Ben was actually about one inch taller than Quinn. Kara had gone to art school, so she had drawn nude bodies. She had lived with a man in college, so she had been up close and personal with an erect penis on numerous occasions, but never had she seen anything like this in real life. Both men had penises that were almost identical to one another. She guessed this wasn't something that changed much after twenty-two years of age. Their cocks were exquisite. They were teak colored with purple undertones. She'd never seen that shade before, but she wanted to see if she could duplicate it, and the thickness made her want to hold them, but she doubted her small hand could encompass their girth. Already she could see that they each had beads of pre-cum dripping out of their tips, and it made her salivate.
"Kara-"
"Sweetheart-"
She really liked the plum heads on each man's penis, the color and proportion. But really, it was the shafts that were really striking, and then they each put their hands in front of their erect organs. She looked up, perturbed, and found both of them laughing.
"What?" she asked.
"Were you in the artist zone?" Ben asked, in a gently amused tone. It took Kara a moment to realize they weren't mad, and that they seemed to be laughing with her, not at her.
She finally asked, "Was I gone long?"
"Not long enough for us to lose interest, that's for damn sure, sweetheart," Quinn said, moving his hand away from his dick, which was still fully erect. Kara could see a clear pearl of pre-cum seeping from the tip, making her mouth water, making her want to touch, to taste, to sketch.
"Cover that thing brother, I just saw her eyes glaze over," Ben said in a desperate voice.
"Watch and learn, little brother," Quinn said as he slid his knee onto the bed and began to deliberately make his way toward Kara. Kara's mouth went dry as she watched Quinn prowl toward her, and all thoughts of sketching flew out of her mind.
"Quinn?" she asked, her voice quavering just a bit.
"Yep, that's me, sweetheart." He now caged her lower body and was looking at her eye to eye. "Why don't you lie back, Kara?" he suggested in that same sandpaper voice that made her eardrum tingle. She was so close to "yes"-that voice, those eyes-and then he lowered his head and lapped at one of her nipples, now swollen from so much attention. She lost all muscle control in the two arms that had been holding her up, and found herself lying flat on her back with a smiling Quinn hovering above her. He rubbed his cheek against hers, his lips trailing to her ear. "That's my good girl." Then he kissed the tip of her nose.
Kara felt the bed on the left side of her dip, and Quinn deftly moved over to the right side of her and knelt up. She looked up at him in confusion, and he nodded to her other side, and she saw Ben kneeling on her other side. Her head went back and forth, drinking them in, until finally Ben cupped her face, holding her still. "No more, Kachawli, you must close your eyes now. Now is a time for feeling. Soon you can watch again, I promise." Kara felt the tension slipping from her shoulders. She hadn't realized the level of overload she had been feeling.
"Are you sure, Ben? You'll let me look again later?"
He bent and kissed her forehead. "Close your eyes now, Kara. You must trust us to take care of you, okay?" She took one last look into his sable-colored eyes, and then he winked at her, and laughing, she closed her eyes. She felt the gentle touch of his lips on each eyelid.
"I know closing your eyes is difficult because you feel everything you see, don't you?" he asked as he stroked her hair back away from her face. She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands, stilling his movement.
"That's exactly right, Ben. I've never been able to articulate it correctly. But you're right, I don't just see things. I feel them as I see them." She gave him a beatific smile, so happy to be able to finally explain what happened in her head.
"Now, we'd like you to experience something else. Would you let us help you do that, Kachawli? We'll let you use your eyes again, but for a while, we want you to try to rely on your other senses. Is that all right?" Ben asked.
"But at some point, I'll get to watch?" she asked.
"Yes, sweetheart, we promise to let you watch … eventually." Quinn chuckled as he got off the bed. She couldn't help but admire the flex of his ass as she saw him make his way to a closet. He returned to the bed holding a piece of blue silk. As he got closer, she saw that it was a suit tie, and she looked at it with more than just a little trepidation.