He scoots down a little so his face is near my breasts, keeping my leg over him. His palm strokes up and down the back of my thigh as his tongue circles one of my nipples. Then he closes his mouth over me, sucking gently at first, then harder.
“Cody,” I groan, and then Brock starts to move inside me. “Oh god, Brock. Don’t stop!” His hot, hard, thick shaft pulses against my sensitive inner walls, and pleasure ramps up like wildfire.
“Not gonna stop, babe,” Brock tells me. He nips my earlobe, and the tiny hurt sends another bolt of heat shooting between my legs. Then his hand pushes in between me and Cody to find my clit, going right to the spot and circling, pressing, turning bliss into ecstasy.
“Baby,” I whimper, and I can’t believe I’m calling him that. “Brock, my god, you feel so good inside me.”
Cody’s switching back and forth from one breast to the other, using lips and tongue and teeth to torment me with endless pleasure, his hands working whichever breast isn’t in his mouth. Between him and Brock’s fingers on my clit, his cock inside me, I’m close already.
“I can’t — I’m going to—” I gasp, and Brock thrusts deeper inside me just before he lightly pinches my clit. My screams bounce off the walls as the biggest, longest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life — by far — shatters me.
I see black. I see white. I think I scream again as a fireworks display explodes behind my tightly-squeezed eyelids.
With the climax still rocking me, Brock speeds up until he’s pounding into me, his fingers still working my clit. “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod,” I babble as fresh waves of sensation crash into my pleasure-filled body. “Brock!”
“I want you to come again,” he tells me, and if I could speak in complete sentences I’d tell him it’s a sure thing. “Now.” As he says the word, he does something shocking. He slaps my clit — one time and fast — and I instantly come again so hard that I almost pass out.
When I’m aware of my surroundings again, Brock’s still inside me, still hard, not moving. Cody’s watching me, satisfaction and a primitive hunger warring for supremacy on his features. It makes me wish they could both be inside me at once.
“You okay?” Brock says in my ear. When I nod, he goes on, and his voice is deeper. “Still sure you don’t want us to take it easy on you?”
Oh my god. It’s as if he sensed the forbidden thought taking shape in my mind. I tighten around him, and he buries his face in my neck. “I’m sure,” I say, and I do it looking into Cody’s eyes. He smiles, slowly, and my nerves are washed away by pure lust.
As Brock withdraws, I close my eyes to savor the sensation of the flared head of his hard cock dragging against my inner walls. When he’s free of me, he nudges me over onto my stomach. I hear a drawer open in the nightstand on his side, and at the same time Cody shifts away to open his, coming back with another condom.
While he rolls it on, Brock parts my cheeks and rubs a slick finger somewhere I’ve never before been touched. Then he drizzles cool liquid there — lube, I assume — and massages the area before sticking the tip of his thick finger inside me.
I suck in my breath. Even though I want this, I can’t help but tense up. Can I handle it?
Brock kisses my shoulder. “You okay?”
He keeps his fingertip inside me, holding it still, and I let out a breath. “I’m okay.”
“If you change your mind,” he says, his voice husky, “at any point, you tell us. Okay?”
I nod. “Okay.” My voice comes out smoky, throaty, and Brock brushes my hair aside and sets his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. He pushes his finger into me a little further while he bites down. It’s a branding, a claiming, and I feel it in the very core of me.
“Ready?” he says, and I nod again. Cody’s waiting, his eyes half-lidded, the look in them anything but easygoing.
Brock withdraws his finger and repositions himself, sitting with his back against the headboard. Cody supports me, hands at my waist, and helps me kneel over his brother, facing the foot of the bed. Brock spreads me open, and then I start to sink down slowly onto his cock.
“Easy,” Cody says gently when I bite my lip. “Stay relaxed and let gravity do the work.” I keep my eyes on him as I focus on following his advice. The lube eases the way, and after a few minutes my first tight ring of muscle encloses the tip of Brock’s girth.
“Okay?” Brock says.
“Oh my god,” I answer.
He kisses my shoulder blade. “Attagirl.” His hands are holding me up as well as keeping me open, and now he lets me sink down a little more, and a little more. I keep breathing and relaxing, and finally he’s all the way inside me.
It’s not entirely comfortable yet, but it still feels amazing. “Let me in there,” Cody says, and Brock spreads his legs. My heart starts to pound, and I wonder if I should ask for more time to adjust.
But that’s not what Cody has in mind. He lies down in front of me, pushes my thighs apart, and then he’s eating me out again. My hands go into his hair immediately, holding him against me.
“Cody,” I moan, as pleasure spirals up inside me. Brock’s not moving, just holding himself still inside me, but my snug passage can’t help gripping him tighter as Cody sends me to the verge of release. Brock growls softly, and his hands come around me to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I get there a lot faster than I expected, even with Cody’s mouth working its magic. When I come, I come hard. My hips start working of their own accord, pumping me up and down on Brock’s shaft, and that feels so good that it sends me up and over again all by itself.
“Oh wow,” I whisper, when I’m able to form thoughts and words. And then Brock starts to move, slowly, flexing his hips, his hands lifting me just a little before I sink down again. Cody shifts away, licking his lips, smiling his hungry smile, and Brock’s fingers come down to tease my clit.
I can’t possibly be going to come again … except that I am. Brock circles, presses, circles, then pinches, and my hips start pumping wildly again, making me ride the beast in my dark tunnel. It’s a whole different kind of climax than I’m used to, and boy is it intense.
“Still okay?” Cody asks when I finish.
I send him a blissful smile. “Never better.”
“Good,” he says softly. Brock moves us down the bed so he can lie back, bringing me with him. Cody moves over me, and now my heart is beating faster than a jackrabbit on the run from a starving wolf.
Lost in Sensation
Megan
When Cody starts to press inside me, my eyes go wide. If I didn’t want this so very much, I might get scared and ask him to stop.
But I do want it, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. So I focus on my breathing, and the overwhelming sensation of Cody stretching me to take me alongside his brother. He goes very slowly, even slower than Brock did, and my nails dig into his chest, his arms, as he carefully works his way inside me.
I can feel them, both of them, their hard, hot lengths separated only by a thin membrane. Of course I knew that it would be mind-blowingly incredible to have both of them at once, but my imagination was no match for the reality. I never knew it was possible to be this full, and it goes well beyond the physical. At this moment, I feel as though I will never lack for anything, ever again.
When Cody stops, he keeps still inside me for a long time. He peppers small kisses on my neck, my face, the shell of my ear, the tip of my nose. His gentle touch soothes me, and without even noticing, I relax. By the time
he lifts his head, I feel nothing but wonderful.
Taking his head in my hands, I say, “Do it.” A dark fire flares in his eyes, and he starts to move.
If I had to guess, I would have said that the discomfort of having both Beast Brothers inside me would outweigh the pleasure. Or that, even if it did feel mostly good, it would still be too difficult for me to actually climax.
I would have been wrong.
As soon as the delicious friction of his cock in my pussy starts to build, pleasure swamps me, overwhelming and irresistible. “Cody!” I cry as he strokes in and out of me. “Oh my god!”
“Let it happen, babe,” he urges me. “Don’t fight it.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to. The first orgasm crashes into me before Brock can even get his fingers on my clit. “Megan,” he says, and then he’s moving too, and all I can do is keep coming.
I have so many climaxes I lose count as the twins pump in and out of me, over and over. Sometimes they alternate, one pulling back as the other thrusts in, and sometimes they move in unison. Either way, it sends me and keeps sending me until I’m certain I’ve set the world record for the most orgasms in one go.
My body is acting completely on its own, my hands touching everywhere they can reach, my nails scoring Cody’s back, my teeth sinking into his shoulder. I’m lost in sensation when both brothers slow, then stop inside me.
Drugged with pleasure, I’m slow to respond, my eyelids drifting upward as the twins move, turning us all on our sides like we were before, but now with both of them inside me. Cody wraps my leg over his thigh, running his hand up and down its length before releasing it.
They start moving again, slowly, then faster. Brock looms over me, one hand going into my hair, the other coming around me to cup my breast. I turn my head to look up at him, and his mouth descends on mine.