They both thrust deep, filling my channels like they were molded only for me. Full. So full. Ice cold drops splash onto my arms and back, seeming to sizzle and boil away. Smooth hands trail up and down my torso, sending molten sparks through my nerves before gripping me tight.
Still, I float higher.
Like Icarus, I’ve gone too high, I can no longer hold on. They both thrust hard, wildly bucking into me.
I shatter, exploding.
I’m falling and floating, my body fragmented nerves as another intense orgasm overpowers my system. My head falls back, my arms and legs let go as my pussy spasms around Brendan’s cock.
They both growl, holding me up while they continue to thrust. Over and over again, they drive my orgasm even higher. With a grunt, their bodies flex as they both come, filling me with their seed before we collapse onto the shower floor.
When I come to, I’m wrapped in a soft towel as Breckin carries me out of the shower. I snuggle closer to him.
He chuckles. “We didn’t wear you out too much, did we?”
“Mmm . . . Yes.”
He holds me tighter, carrying me all the way out of the bathroom and through their house to the dining room before setting me on his bed.
“Can’t promise we’ll be any gentler next time,” Brendan states, following behind us with two towels in his hands. Beads of water drop down his bare chest as he leans down and kisses me.
“Mm,” I break our kiss far sooner than I would like, “I might need a little break before said next time.” I hate to admit it, but my entire body is waving its little, white flag.
“And I need food,” Breckin declares. “We skipped lunch today.”
“What are you thinking?” Brendan tosses him one of his towels.
“Not cooking.” Breckin catches the towel and starts drying off.
“Pizza?”
My stomach growls at his suggestion. I glance around from my position on the bed, too lethargic to move. Aside from the two beds and few stools in the kitchen, there’s no furniture in their house. No television. Not exactly conducive to staying in. But, I don’t have the energy to put into dressing up and going out. “What if we got it delivered at my place and chilled over there?” I should just go home by myself, get caught up on all the work I’ve missed the last few days. That would be the responsible, adult thing to do. But, I don’t want to be done spending time with them.
They share a look, then both shrug.
“Netflix and chill?” Brendan dries his hair, a smile filling his face like a kid on the first day of summer vacation.
“How about Netflix and pizza?” his brother counters.
He starts to grumble, but one look at me and his features soften. “Yeah, we can do that, Prude.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “But Friday, we’re taking you out to the festival.”
“Um . . .” I fight back a grimace. In the five years I’ve lived here, I’ve never gone. Too much sun and bright lights and all that.
He tilts my chin up. “I promise, we’ll keep you out of the sun. We’ll go after I get off work, when the sun’s setting. It’ll be fun. ‘Sides,” letting go of my chin, he bops me on the nose making my nose ring bounce, “I wanna show you off.”
“Show me off? To whom?”
“Everyone. I want the whole damn world to know you’re mine.” He glances over at his brother. “Ours. Whatever. Just promise me you’ll go with us?”
I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head. They’ve watched out for me every other time we’ve gone out. It should be fine. “Okay. It’s a date.” Yet, as I say the words, my stomach knots.I'm just hungry.I tell it to myself twice, until I believe it.
His grin could light up the coast.
Something swells inside my heart, and I’m glad that I'm the one who could make him smile. Leaning back, I watch as they finish drying, then get dressed.
Pulling a shirt out of his open suitcase, Brendan strolls over to me. Without saying a word, he tugs it over my head and helps me pull my arms through the sleeves. “Come on, Prude, let’s get you next door for your Netflix and chill with no chill.”
I laugh, but let him pick me up and carry me to my place.