Eliot gave his twin a worried look. He was fine with waiting to actually fuck until they got to the bed. He was much less comfortable with the games Lindsey seemed to want to play. There were people he'd have enjoyed hearing beg for sex. This girl wasn't one of them. Besides, had Lindsey forgotten that she could get them killed if she complained?

He moaned at the touch of his brother's lips, more for Sherry's benefit than because someone sucking on his fingers aroused him. Slowly, he straddled his twin's lap, grinding his ass back against Lindsey's crotch. He moaned again at the feeling of his brother's length, his head falling back on Lindsey's shoulder as he reached for the girl's hand, pressing it against the inside of his thigh. "Please," he breathed.