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Drew pulled back and I rolled onto my back. Ty propped his head on his hand and looked down at me, mischief in his smile. “Let me taste you.”
I felt myself blush despite the fact I was naked between two men. I shook my head. “I’ve never—you don’t—”
“That makes me want to even more,” he said.
I shut my eyes, embarrassment and arousal warring for primacy.
Ty brushed his hand along my belly, lifted my arm above my head to scoot closer to me and cupped my sex in his big hand. I met his eyes, expecting him to move, to plunge his fingers into me or something. I tensed. But he stayed still, his fingertips resting against my slit, the heel of his hand pressing just a little into my clit, letting me grow accustomed to his possessive touch.
I liked it, and I told him so. He moved over me, taking his hand away. The cool air made me shiver. He parted my thighs and buried his face in my center, licking me with the entire surface of his tongue. I twisted, tried to get away from the overwhelming sensation of his hot, greedy tongue.
Drew set his big hand on my belly, pinned me in place with his gaze on mine as much as with his palm pressing me into the mattress. I fell into his eyes, that was what it felt like. The wet slide of Ty’s tongue felt good physically, but the weight of Drew’s stare made my nipples tighten, my chest flush and my breasts grow heavy and achy. Ty gave a hum of appreciation, “Whatever you did, bro, do it again. She liked it. She’s practically gushing.”
“I’m just looking at her. Does that make you gush for me, baby? My eyes on you, seeing how bad I fell for you. I don’t even want to blink cause I might miss a second of this beautiful sight. To see you spread out this way, trusting us, letting us make you feel good. I just wonder how I got so lucky.”
My throat tightened at his words, how romantic and sincere. I’ve never had anyone say anything like that to me in my whole life. The swell of emotion that welled up in my chest nearly made me cry. I touched his face, the stubble on his jaw, and drew his face to mine. We kissed, deep and sensual. Shivers ran up my legs from Ty’s ministrations. I rolled onto my side, closed my thighs. Ty slid up behind me obligingly. I reached back and stroked his hair as he kissed my neck. I tugged Drew closer.
“Make love to me,” I said, my brow pressed to his. Our breath mingled, my eyes locked with his. “I need to be with you.”
We faced each other, arms wound around one another. Drew hooked my leg over his hip. I gazed breathless into his eyes. He took my mouth, my body going lax from the pleasure of his kiss.
He rolled onto his back and settled my legs on either side of him, so I straddled him. Poised atop him I was unsure, but he took my hand and wrapped it around his big, throbbing shaft. It was smooth and hot, pulsing in my hand. Trembling, I lowered myself over him and guided his cock to my me.
Slowly, both to ease the way and to savor every thick inch of him, I bore down and consumed him until he was seated in me fully. My head tipped back, and I let myself feel all of it, the way he spread me wide, the slickness of my body and the way his coarse hair was rough to my tender folds. I felt replete, filled by him, every sense overwhelmed by the salty musk of our mating, the taste of his kiss lingering in my mouth, the sound of slick flesh rocking and thrusting, the thud of his heartbeat under my palm.
I rocked and he thrust up into me, holding my hips still, trapping me against him and grinding his pelvis into that swollen bundle of nerves above where we joined. I rocked faster, head thrown back, a cry escaping my lips that was without end, just going higher in pitch then getting softer before climbing the register again.
Ty’s hands claimed my breasts, fondling them, squeezing, pinching my puckered nipples. The sharp pinch lent an edge to my building climax and I gritted my teeth, let my body loosen. I rode Drew’s cock like a ship at the mercy of the sea, my body taking each undulating wave of withdrawal and thrust without resistance.
My vision went blurry, the edges turning dark until all that existed for me was the strangely freeing sensation of my body being used by Drew, by Ty. My mind shut down, and I was a creature of pure physical sensation, a powerful cock driving into me, claiming my pussy while Ty stroked and plucked my nipples. Drew surged upward, sitting and keeping me in his lap, his cock spearing me. He claimed my mouth, tasting me and driving me out of my mind.
Overwhelmed, I cried out as the climax began to tear through me. Ty crowded behind me and sucked my neck. I could feel his hard rod press to the cleft of my ass. His hands left my breasts as Drew held me close to his muscled chest. We were sealed together from our mouths all the way down to the spot where his cock speared my pussy.
Ty reached between us and found my clit. The filthy invasion of another man’s hand between my legs while his brother penetrated me—it took me spiraling higher. I loved it, and a jolt of pleasure racked my bones. I cried out into Drew’s mouth, milked his cock with the convulsions of my pussy until he spilled, still pumping into me wildly as I fell back onto Ty’s chest. He kept working me with his fingers even as Drew pulled out of me.
He had been patient, but I knew from the twitch of his hard cock against the small of my back that Ty was beyond ready. Languor dragged on me as I lay back against him. Drew leaned forward and captured my nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue until I felt my body tighten again. I reached for Ty’s hand that splayed on my stomach. I pressed it between my thighs, so he could feel the slippery mess his brother and I had made with our shared orgasm. “It’s your turn,” I whispered, my voice not even sounding like my own.
Ty flipped me onto my stomach, lifted my hips. My cheek was pillowed on the comforter, eyes drifting shut with aftershocks of pleasure when Ty took me from behind in one swift stroke. His cock felt different inside me, long but not as thick.
Ty rolled his lean hips, stirring his cock inside me and set a rhythm of pulling all the way out, sliding back in long and slow, then giving me two short, hard thrusts that hit a place inside me that made my eyes roll back in my head and damn near pushed me across the bed. I gripped the comforter, until Drew took my hands and pulled me up to lay on his chest. His hand in my hair, his lips on mine, he cradled me, strong and sure, while I took everything his brother gave me from behind. When Ty’s thrusts grew faster, sloppier, I knew he was close. I broke my kiss with Drew and met his eyes. He knew what I wanted.
He gave me a wicked grin and maneuvered me onto all fours. He lay face up below me and sucked my abraded nipples, his hot tongue doing filthy things I never wanted to forget. He slid back, his fingers parted my folds above where I was joined with Ty. Drew stroked my too-sensitive clit until I was screaming. Ty, was so far gone, fucking me from behind with a resonant slap of his thighs against mine with every wild thrust.
When Ty came with a cry, I fell back with him and gripped his hair and let him kiss me hard to try to take the edge off the orgasm that wouldn’t stop. I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, taken over entirely by wave after punishing wave of merciless ecstasy, so sharp and almost painful. It pounded into me as I broke the kiss and wailed, sobbing with the delicious agony of too much pleasure.
Drew parted my folds and tucked two fingers inside my trembling sex, making me clench around them, bucking until my hips lifted off the bed. Every time I thought the orgasm was over, he’d twist his fingers and another white-hot burst pounded through me.
As for the aftermath, I can’t remember immediately passing out or having fallen asleep while tangled up between my lovers.
10
JAKE
Checking the app was habit. I did it every night before I went to bed. I made sure the front and back doors were locked like anyone else did. Then I flipped to the map and pinpointed the location of each of my brothers. It didn’t matter if I knew they were on a job or in another country for that matter. It was a habit, reassuring myself that they were okay.
I’d been a natural at security because I was an anxious kid, always sure something terrible was going to happen to my family. Then it did.
Dad got sick when I was fifteen, and soon after, he was gone. My twin was a genius. We always knew it, but the year my dad died, Eli graduated early. He went to college on a scholarship and left me behind. The new place and new start were good for him, and I didn’t begrudge him that. But I missed the hell out of him, sleeping on the bottom bunk still, never using the top one I’d wanted for years but that had been his.
