On my hands and knees, I lower my chest to the mattress and present them with my bare ass as high as it’ll go, wiggling it just to tease them a little, thanks to the liquid courage that is tequila. I peek behind my shoulder and almost come again at the feral look in their eyes.
I can’t help but wonder what it is they’re thinking and a wave of self doubt hits me.
My attention is refocused on this moment when a hand connects with my ass cheek, making me yelp in surprise.
“Your mind doesn’t wander, Gorgeous, it stays here with us.” It’s Asher's voice I hear, firm with a hint of tenderness, like he knows exactly where my mind went.
Sawyer kneels at the head of the bed, right in front of me, lifting my face off the linen, and positions it mere inches from his insanely hard cock.
I lick my lips, the urge to taste him overwhelming. “Soon, baby. Soon.” His promise only makes me want him more.
Behind me, Asher runs a hand down the expanse of my back, over my hips, and across my ass cheeks before spearing my pussy with two fingers.
“Fuck, she’s wet.” He groans as he slides his fingers in and out of me and I whimper at the touch.
With my thighs on either side of Asher’s legs, he removes his fingers and positions himself at my core, his cock leisurely gliding up and down my slit, the tip playing with my clit. When Sawyer fists my hair and pulls my head back, I look up at him and have zero doubts that what he sees is unbridled need. It’s exactly what I see reflected back at me in his vibrant green eyes.
“Take me.”
His grin is devilish at best, pure heat at worst. Nostrils flaring, I can tell he’s barely holding onto his control. His gaze darts to his brother behind me and without a single word, they both enter me at once.
Sawyer’s cock slides into my mouth as Asher pushes his dick into my pussy. It’s like they’re inching inside me at the same speed, making sure I get the full effect of every inch that rubs against my flesh. Once they’re both filling me to the brink, I moan around a mouthful of cock and revel in Sawyer’s grunts.
“Keep doing that, baby, and I won’t last long enough for you to gag on my dick.”
“Fuck, her pussy is so hot and tight. It’s gonna be torture not to come.” Asher’s words only spur me on. I want them both to lose control. I want to be the reason they lose their fucking minds.
Asher is the first to pull out while Sawyer only pushes deeper, testing my gag reflex and holding my head steady with a fistful of my hair, keeping my mouth on his dick and cutting off my air supply until my eyes water.
“That’s it, baby. Choke on it.” I blink, letting the tears fall down my cheeks, the salty liquid landing on my lips and mixing with the musky taste of Sawyer.
Asher thrusts a little harder, and a little deeper, while his brother slides out of my mouth except for the very tip, giving me time and space to breathe—to suck in much-needed air—before slamming back in.
“Goddamn, her throat is tight.” I gag a little, but smile around his cock as he curses my deviant little move.
Asher fucks me like it’s the last time he’ll get the chance, and the only thing keeping me from falling over are their strategically placed hands holding me in place.
Sawyer’s holding my head, my hands braced on either side of his knees, while Asher’s fingers are crushing bruises into my flesh with every thrust of his hips.
When Asher leans in, two fingers on my clit, I realize just how close I am to climax, just how much these two have me ready to lose all control.
My eyes widen and my throat expands as my fingers clench the sheets and bliss rips through me. I silently scream around Sawyer’s dick while my pussy contracts around Asher’s cock.
“Fucking hell.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
They both curse at the domino effect their actions are causing. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any filthier, they both pull out at the exact same time and give me more.
Sawyer’s pumping his cock, once then a second time, before he aims the tip at my face and covers me with his cum. Behind me, Asher is thrusting two fingers inside of me while he empties himself all over my ass.
My arms and legs shake as I struggle to stay upright after everything, and I hear Asher disappear before coming back with a wet cloth, which he uses on my face, then my ass. Sawyer pulls me into his arms and cradles me against his chest moments before I hear the shower.
“Shower before sleep, Beautiful,” Asher murmurs, and I realize my eyes have drifted closed. I let him pull me from the bed to the bathroom, with Sawyer close behind me.
“Don’t think we’re done with you yet, Sunshine,” Sawyer smiles wickedly at me as I step beneath the spray, the chill of it shaking the sleep from me. I grin back at him as the water glides down my body and I run my hands over my bare flesh.
“If you think you can go again, then show me.”