“Are you getting wet just thinking about it?” Brendan continues his dirty questions, his tongue gliding over the rod in my ear.
I dig my nails into his arm, my body on fire. “Please.” It’s all I can muster as a response.
“Stroke him.”
My eyes jerk open at Brendan’s instruction.
“Come on, Prude, unzip Breckin’s pants and grab him. Feel what you’re about to get.”
My heart races even faster, beating wildly in my ribcage. The charged air surrounding us feels like molten lava in my lungs. I want this. Need this. As they both kiss and nibble on my neck and shoulders, I trail my fingers down Breckin’s smooth torso. His chest rises and falls with my movements. His abs flex as my hands glide lower across the washboard surface. He eases back, giving me space between us, when I reach the hem of his jeans.
I fumble with the button, my hand shaking. As I struggle to open Breckin’s pants, Brendan’s hand caresses its way across my stomach before deftly flipping open my jeans with one movement, and yanking them down to my thighs.
He doesn’t hesitate as his fingers glide inside my soaked, lace panties. Growling and grinding his hard dick against my ass, his fingers find my clit.
I whimper.
“Come on, baby girl. He’s waiting.” He flicks his fingers in a fast, tight circle through my drenched folds.
I can’t think straight. Can’t speak. There’s only sensation. Desire, pulling me, begging for more.
I finally yank open Breckin’s pants. He helps me push them down and shimmies out of his boxers.
I swallow, my body freezing.
He’s huge. Thick and long.
Behind me, his brother never stops. His fingers work my clit, sending my nerves tingling in overdrive. His bulge rubs against my lace, panty clad ass, the friction amplified without my jeans. “Don’t just stare at it, Prude. Show him how much you want this.”
Breckin moans as I grasp him. His eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back. “Fuck, Asra.” My name comes out on a whispered exhale as I begin stroking him.
With each long stroke up his hard shaft, moans and explicatives rush from his mouth. Each little noise, like a floodlight, goes straight to my overly stimulated clit. Even the way he bites his bottom lip is sexy. Looking me straight in the eyes, his pale-green eyes burn with intensity. He tugs my shirt up to my neck, then yanks down on my bra, freeing my breasts.
Leaning forward, he kisses the valley of my curves, then sucks one of my bare nipples into his mouth. His hand finds the other one and begins the same torturous routine, pulling and pinching,twirling and teasing. It’s too much. And not enough.
The thick bulge grinding against my ass, fingers rubbing my clit, moving in an ever faster acceleration, a mouth and fingers on both breasts. Heat flies through my body, the sensations leaving me feeling weightless.
It’s too much, too fast. Too many stimulants. I grip Breckin’s cock tighter, trying to anchor myself as my body soars higher.
“You like that, little Prude?” Brendan’s deep, gravelly voice finds my ear once more.
I whimper.
“You like having two big men all over you?” He licks my earlobe before sucking on my neck while his brother bites my elongated nipple.
Another whimpered response as the tendrils of my self-control slowly snap.
“This pussy ready for both of us?” He pinches my clit.
I explode.
Muffled words and pleas spew from my mouth as an intense orgasm rolls through my entirety.
Brendan doesn’t stop. He keeps flicking my tender folds through my aftershocks. “Take him in your mouth, baby girl. Let him know how good you feel.”
It’s so dirty. Every word he says.
Yet, I obey him immediately. Bending down, I lick the tip of Breckin’s thick dick.