“Do you want us to make you come?”
Another nod.
“Good girl.” Brendan nibbles on my neck. “Hands on the table.”
I comply immediately, holding onto the edge to anchor myself as the tension grows with every quick flick of their fingers.
He glances at his brother, a sly smile forming on the corner of his lips. “If you want to take both of us, you have to spread those legs apart even farther.”
With their free hands, they both grab my thighs and pick them up. Draping them over their legs, they spread me wide open and push my dress up. The cold, smooth leather chills my ass. I gasp.
“Stay quiet.”
I nod at his whispered order, tightening my grasp on the table. Breckin’s free hand trails up and down my thigh, keeping it spread apart. With one hand still circling my clit, Brendan eases a finger inside my soaking pussy with his brother’s.
My vision blurs. My breaths come in short gasps. Nothing’s ever felt like it, no experience even coming close.
One hand on my clit, two separate fingers in my pussy, sliding along each other.
“We’re a lot thicker than one finger, though,” Breckin whispers from his side, “you’re going to need to take more than that.”
They each ease a second finger inside my slick folds, stretching my walls with each stroke. Brendan circles my clit faster.
Full. Stimulated beyond what I can handle. Every inch, every nerve stands on end. “Fuck.” I try to stay quiet, but cannot help the whispered cry as I pant between them. Sweat drips down my back like I’m running a marathon.
“Almost,” Brendan sucks my earlobe into his mouth, “but we’re even bigger. Think you can handle more?”
They don’t wait for me to answer as they both ease a third finger inside.
I cry out, but Breckin’s right there, swallowing my cries with a kiss. The tension overflows, a bubble building until it shatters into a million, tiny fragments. Each one white, yet molten hot like smashing a giant ember with a hammer, my body explodes. My vision fails. My senses fail, tingling, I freefall through space.
As aftershocks ripple through my body, they continue stroking, drawing out my orgasm until I collapse against the table. Only when my breathing evens out, do they both withdraw their hands. My thick release coats their fingers as they both lick them clean, moaning like I’m their favorite dessert.
“Ready for round two?” Brendan asks just before the waitress returns with three plates.
I swallow, sitting up. He can’t be serious. There’s no way my body can handle more. Yet, as she places the steaming, hot dishes in front of us, they both reach down and stroke my thighs again.
“Does everything look good?”
“Delicious,” they respond in unison.
“Eat,” Brendan orders after she leaves.
As I pick up my huge burger and take a bite, their hands trail up higher. I moan, the melty cheese and bacon mixing with the greasy burger in the most amazing way.
“Good?” Breckin asks.
I nod, taking another bite. As I do, their eager fingers travel up higher. With every bite, their hands travel closer, until they are taking turns stroking my slick folds.
I can’t stop my moans or shaking. In slow, teasing strokes, they slide their fingers in and out of my pussy, up my slick folds and around my clit. Like the ascent of a roller coaster, my body climbs, unable to come down. Yet, they never take me over the edge. They keep me there, right on the ledge, my nerves so tight I could feel a grain of sand under a hundred mattresses.
Panting, my heart races. “P-please.”
“What do you need, Sweetheart?”
“You . . . More.” My release, I need my release.
“Do you need us inside you?” Brendan licks the nape of my neck as he teases two of his rough fingers inside me.