Breckin palms my hips, then caresses my ass cheeks. I moan again, Brendan’s grip on my hair tightening even more. Breckin runs his fingers along my crack. I shake. He squirts something wet all along my ass crack. Lube. Then his hands are there, tracing all along my forbidden area. He circles my rear hole. My body heats, an inferno blazing between the two of them.
I try to focus on Breckin’s dick thrusting into my pussy, on Brendan’s dick sliding in and out of my mouth. Instead, it’s the sensations on my ass that consume me. His finger teases my hole, then slips inside. Not a tease, not just the tip. The whole thing, filling me, stretching me. I cry out. He pumps his finger in and out, matching the pace of his dick. Letting go of my hair, Brendan wraps his hand around my neck, pumping into my mouth even faster.
I thought I was in control of them. But, it’s them who control me, play my body like a perfect maestro. Brendan fucks my mouth, thrusting in and out in long, deep strokes. Breckin rotates his hips, grinding his dick in all the right places inside my pussy. He adds a second finger inside my ass, stretching me beyond anything I’ve ever felt. Full. Beyond full. Each stroke of his finger vibrates through my pussy, amplifying the sensations.
I’m theirs, nothing but a ball of tension. It builds, consuming everything until I cannot move. They increase their pace, both fucking me, hard. All I can do is hold on. My muffled cries vibrate around Brendan’s dick.
“Come for us, Little Girl,” Brendan growls. He squeezes my throat a little tighter. Breckin reaches his free hand around, finding my clit.
Stars cloud my vision. The tension spills over, my body shaking with bliss as I explode. Brendan tenses, his cum shooting down the back of my throat. It doesn’t take long for his brother to follow. We’re all panting, a slick mess as I collapse on the bed.
Brendan laughs, leaning down to kiss me. “We’re just getting started, hon.”
I moan as a response, but can barely move my heavy limbs.
Suddenly, their hands are on me. Breckin starts at my feet, Brendan my shoulders. With them positioned on either side of me, they start a four-handed massage over my entire body choreographed with expertise. Soft and rough strokes replace each other in a never-ending symphony. Soon, their lips join in.
A deep stroke up my spine sends heated sparks tingling through my nerves. A tender kiss on my hip. My muscles relax with the sensual massage, my body warming and melting to mush under their skilled hands. Soft strokes up my thighs ease all of my tension. I moan when one of them kisses my ass. Long caresses up and down my crack replace the soft peck.
A sprinkle of cold, wet drops on my back draws a gasp, electrifying my senses. The rich, sensual fragrance of vanilla and ylang ylang filter through the musky aroma of sex as soothing hands knead the oil into my skin. As one adds more massage oil to my back, the other pours lube down my ass. It’s erotic in a way I never expected. They shift positions, Breckin scooting in front of me while Brendan moves behind me, between my legs. Rough hands glide up and down my crack, the lube mixing with my own growing moisture. As he circles my forbidden hole, I moan, my back arching. Breckin takes that moment to clasp both my breasts. One finger slips inside my puckered hole as another glides all the way around, teasing my pussy before finding my clit.
I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe. My heart pounds in my chest as my nipples harden under Breckin’s touch. Meanwhile, his brother adds a second finger to my ass. I clench my teeth from the painful intrusion, but when he curves them, stroking my inner channel, that tightness transforms to pleasure. Easing in and out, he speeds up until I’m panting.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this, Prude,” he exclaims, slowly adding a third finger. “Just stay relaxed.”
I fist the plush, gray blanket as inhuman noises spew past my swollen lips. I’m stretched to my limit, full to the point of pain. But it morphs to pleasure almost immediately, a dark, forbidden pleasure. It shouldn’t feel this good. Yet, his first long stroke nearly sends me spiraling over the edge.
“Straddle him,” he declares, his voice rougher as he eases out.
Chest heaving, I glance back at him. He can’t be stopping, now. Not when I’m this close.
Releasing me, Breckin glances at his brother. Brendan shakes his head. A subtle smile grows on Breckin’s face as he licks his bottom lip in a way that has my pussy clenching. He leans back and stretches his legs out on either side of me, his rock-hard erection pointing straight up. A needy moan escapes my lips, my molten insides turning to jelly. I swear, these two are always hard. “Come here, Sweetheart.”
My mouth goes dry. They’re not stopping, they’re just giving me more. I swallow, unable to move despite my heart racing faster.
Brendan grabs my hips and helps me straddle his brother. Not wasting any time, Breckin fists his hard dick. Lining it up, he eases inside me. We both moan as I sit down, feeling every veiny, bare inch of him as he fills me.
“Fuuuck.” Running his hands through my hair, he kisses my swollen lips. Just as tender as last time, he trails his hands down my torso to my hips and guides me at a slow pace. Without breaking our kiss, he leans back until he’s laying down and brings his knees up, spreading his legs apart. I tangle my hands in his hair, deepening our kiss until I’m leaning forward, straddling him with my knees bent.
Still behind us, Brendan caresses my back in long sweeping strokes. “Do you like him in you, Little Girl?” he whispers, that same hoarse edge to his voice as his hands trail lower.
I moan, still kissing his brother as we gently rock back and forth. That same dirty feeling washes over me. Like a forbidden high, it drives my yearning. I want this. Need this.
Grinding against Breckin, I take him as deep as I can. I moan at the sweet friction, my back arching as I climb higher, nearing the edge with every slight rock of my hips.
Brendan places his palm flat against my back, guiding me back down. “Stay down, baby girl. Show me that ass.”
I melt at his words, even as his brother leans up and kisses me. Tangling his hands in my messy locks, he pulls me down, anchoring me flush against him. He thrusts his hips up, then slowly eases almost all the way out before resuming his torturously slow pace. My body still climbs, but it hovers right at the precipice, unable to hit that magic spot that will send me over the edge from this angle.
“Just like that.” Brendan resumes stroking up my spine, then all the way down it. He doesn’t stop at the base, instead, his fingers trail down my crack, easing in a circle around my rear hole.
I whimper, the added friction almost enough.
“You ready for this?” He circles his index finger again before easing the tip inside, his other hand palming my cheeks.
I moan another response, pushing my ass into his grasp while my tongue tangles with his brother’s.
“That's my girl. So needy.” He chuckles, easing his finger in deeper. “Just relax.”