“Stand up.”
Again, I obey immediately.
He shuffles, tugging his sweatpants a few inches. Grabbing my hips, he lowers me back down, lining up and sliding my panties to the side while impaling me in one swift move.
I bite my lip, muffling my cries as I rock my hips. All thoughts of food fly out of my mind as I chase my high, trying to return back to that moment right before I come undone.
Breckin’s entire body goes rigid as he grips the table and watches.
I roll my hips in a circle, my back arching as I give in to the sensations.
“That’s it, Little Girl,” Brendan whispers, sucking on my neck, “keep riding me.”
With my eyes locked on Breckin, I rotate my hips as Brendan thrusts up into me. It’s dizzying, beyond erotic. Knowing he’s watching amplifies my body’s response, like I’m on display at a peep show or one of those sex clubs I’ve only ever heard about in dirty books. Brendan grips my hips, then traces his hands up the sides of my torso, being careful not to touch any of my burns. He caresses my neck and chin before sliding his finger along my bottom lip.
“Suck it.” He growls the words, still nibbling on my neck as he thrusts harder.
I twirl my tongue around his finger before sucking it into my warm mouth, still staring into green eyes.
“Fuck.” He grabs my waist with his free hand, holding me steady as he bucks into me.
It doesn’t take long before I soar over the edge, an intense orgasm consuming me. While my pussy squeezes Brendan’s thick dick, he glances at his brother. Breckin licks his lips and nods. In the next instant, Brendan picks me up, rushing over to the couch. Sitting down, he twists me around until I face him, his still rock-hard dick inside me.
As he slowly eases in and out of me, setting a slow pace, Breckin strolls up behind me. He runs his hands up and down my spine, placing tender kisses on my neck. My heart races,
“How do you want us, Sweetheart?”
“Hard.”
He rips my lace underwear like they’re nothing. Then he grips my hips. He slides his dick along my ass crack twice before lining up and easing inside.
Chapter 25
Asra
After they leave forwork, I look around and sigh. With spending most of the week at their place, my home suddenly feels emptier than normal, almost foreign. Shaking those thoughts away, I change into a pair of leggings and a long sleeved shirt. It does little to ease the chill of their absence. With heavy shoulders, I clean up the kitchen, then head to my office. I no longer have the motivation to work, yet there’s a lot that needs done in order to get caught up with my schedule.
Between random naps, I spend the entire day and into the first part of the next in my office. I manage to finish one design, make a few pre-made covers for my website, complete my monthly bookkeeping, and call Viv. I still have one more comp to do to catch up. But it’s a start.
As I stretch and grab my tea mug to refill it, there’s a knock on the back door.
“What the?” Shaking my head, I glance at the clock. It’s already five p.m. on Friday. “Crap.” I completely forgot to get around for tonight. And tonight came a lot sooner than expected. “Coming,” I call out as I head through my house. I glance out the window, cringing at the still bright sun as I set my mug in the sink with the other three from the past day and a half. Hopefully they give me more than five minutes to get around. And hopefully the carnival includes food. Still, I cannot help the extra zing in my step as my heart speeds up.
Unable to hide my smile, I yank open my back door. “Hey.” It’s all I can manage before my heart lodges itself in my throat, blocking off my airway.