Brendan.
Standing in the doorway, his blue eyes lock with mine.
I try to swallow the dry lump lodged in my throat, but even that won’t budge. Guilt races from the deepest corner of my brain, seeping into every crease and inch, straight to where I’m connected with his brother.
How could I do this to him? How could I forget about our connection?Just hours ago, I was having sex with him.Him. It was him I wanted, only him. But now?
“Brendan . . . I . . .” I choke on the words.
Still holding onto me, Breckin grinds my hips into him as he thrusts up. I moan, my back arching, unable to control my reaction.
“Don’t stop because of me.” Brendan smirks, that serious look on his face easing for a moment.
I blink, then glance down.
His black shirt hangs open, revealing his own washboard abs and stubbled hair over his chest.
I lick my lips. Breckin circles my hips again, thrusting at the same time, hitting that perfect spot. I whimper, my nails digging into him.
Unzipped, Brendan’s jeans hang open, his hard dick jutting out as he strokes the entire length that even looks massive in his large hand. His other hand hangs down, holding a small bottle.
“Oh, god.” My whimpers become strangled cries as Breckin continues thrusting up into me. My body races higher. I can’t stop the desire coursing through me. My nipples, already pebbled, are so hard I could cut a diamond with them.
Brendan takes a step forward. “Do you like Breckin's big cock in you, baby girl?”
The wet slapping of our bodies serves as an answer as I pant and moan.
He takes another step closer, still stroking his dick. “You gonna move for him? Show me just how much you like that cock?”
Reaching up, Breckin pinches one of my nipples. I cry out on the precipice of my release. As he twists and pulls on my sensitive nub, I grind my hips. Chasing that high, my back arches with my frenzied movements.
Both of their growls mix with mine, fueling my high. I run my hands through my hair, then reach to cup my other breast.
Brendan grabs my wrists, bringing both my arms behind me and holding them tight with one hand. “Let him make you come.” It’s his whispered words in my ear that have me shivering.
Still pinching my nipple, Breckin trails his other hand around my hip to my pussy and flicks my clit.
My cries and whimpers become screams. I’m panting, gasping as he rubs my clit in fast, tight circles. My head falls back, eyes closing as my back arches, pressing my breast farther into his grasp. The wet slapping between us transforms to sloshing as I pick up momentum. The ball of tension in my core becomes a bomb.
Another thrust. A tight flick on my clit. A twisting pinch on my nipple. I explode.
My release splashes onto Breckin as my pussy constricts around his dick. Holding him like a vise, it spasms in mind blowing waves. I collapse against him as I gasp.
Before I’ve even come down, Brendan spins my lethargic body, until I’m facing him. He tosses the bottle to his brother and peels his pants off. Kneeling on the bed in front of me, he pushes my head down. I’m still straddling his brother as he pumps his dick twice and brings it up to my lips.
“Take it all,” he instructs, his deep voice vibrating straight to my core.
Breckin’s still buried deep inside me, I haven’t even come completely down from my last orgasm. Still, that slickness saturates the space between us, that ball of tension building again.
It doesn’t make any sense, but I want this. I want them both, need them both.
I swirl my tongue around the tip of Brendan’s dick, relishing the small bead of moisture that’s seeped out before sucking him deep inside my throat. He growls, cursing as his hands tangle in my hair. I lick all the way up his length, then take him even deeper.
“Fuck. Just like that, Prude.” His head falls back as he jerks his hips.
Salty with a hint of musk, I lap at him like he’s my favorite dessert. Rotating my hips and squirming, I cup his balls, sucking him as deep into the back of my throat as I can manage.
Breckin thrusts his hips, meeting my pace. I moan. Brendan curses, gripping my hair tighter and thrusting into my mouth.I circle my hips again, loving the control I have over both of them. Every slight movement of mine draws a reaction. Deep growls mix with curses, drawing my body higher.