His fingers stopped prevaricating and massaged the spot hard now.
“Yes…yes…”
Miranda and the board of directors could’ve walked in right now, and I wouldn’t have stopped Beau. I couldn’t. Nothing they had to say, no censorious looks, would stop me from claiming this pleasure.
It was like Beau had unlocked something in me, a set of responses, a need I’d never known. I wanted, needed with the burn of a thousand suns, and that forced my eyes open, seeking Beau’s and catching the moment of unguarded feeling there.
He looked at me in a way I wasn’t sure any man had—like I was some kind of goddess or something, just because I let him finger me to yet another orgasm again. His face was alight with a kind of reverence I didn’t deserve, my every response seeming to make the light inside him glow brighter.
“Keep telling my brother what you’re feeling. He needs to know what this does to you.”
“It…” My voice broke on the word as my pants came faster and faster, Beau’s fingers moving quicker and deeper now as slick poured free. “Swollen.”
“You are. It’s gonna make you so damn sensitive when we fuck you, Sage. I think you’ll come and keep on coming on our cocks.”
“Good,” I bit off. “Feels good—too good. Beau!”
I yelped out his name, and that summoned him. His hand was merciless, wringing every drop of pleasure out of me, as he got up and took my mouth with his, kissing me hard over and over, until something landed on the couch beside us, forcing us apart.
Tobias stood there, staring at the two of us, then his eyes dropped to what he’d thrown down beside us.
“You haven’t claimed all of her yet, brother.”
A tube of lube lay on the cushion, and that made Beau chuckle.
“Hidden depths, brother, though I’m not sure I’ll need it. She’s so fucking wet.” His fingers were withdrawn, the spare one letting go of my leg to trail down, slipping through my slick until…
“Oh!” I jumped as I felt a finger tease the tight muscle of my anus.
“We don’t have to. I hadn’t intended to go that far today, but…”
Beau’s voice faded away, becoming background noise as Tobias sat back down, my ears trained to the snicking sound of a zipper being opened. The purpose of the lube became immediately apparent as he pulled his cock free, and damn, what a cock. It was thick—thick enough for my eyes to go wide, thick enough to hurt going in. Somehow, though, something inside me craved that.
Tobias acknowledged my attention with a small nod and a smile, while I watched him slick the lube on his palm down his entire length, the man holding it out so I could look at the entire glistening length. That smile faded as his hand began to swivel, sliding up and down, up and down, in time with Beau’s thrusts. My spine arched in response to Beau opening me up, delving deep inside me, while a slender finger pressed down on my arse and then pushed inside.
Beau lunged at me, kissing my neck, biting at the skin until it throbbed red, and my arms went around him, holding him close as he drove me out of my fucking mind. His salt and sandalwood smell filled my lungs, but my eyes, they were on Tobias, unable to look away for a second. He acknowledged that with an arrogant smirk, his head tilting slightly to one side before that faded away. His mouth fell open, and if I were close enough, I was sure I’d have heard his little huffs of breath—tiny indications of the pleasure he was experiencing, while everything else was locked tight away. I found my eyes raking over him, taking in the tightness of his grip, the way his cock throbbed, getting harder and harder.
For me.
Whatever spell Beau had wrought in this room, it made me feel like I could experience their pleasure as much as mine. Beau loved this—making someone the centre of his world and pleasuring them, proving to them over and over the heights he could take them to. It was a form of domination, but his harsh hand I leant into, wanting more, wanting it to never stop.
Wanting him.
I glanced down then and saw his hungry expression, caught the way he sucked down my every response, the way my cries were getting faster, hoarser. He nodded, leading me on, spiralling me up and up, all at his bidding.
Then there was Tobias. He wanted to get closer, shove his brother to one side, and drive that thick cock into me, over and over, before pausing and looking into my eyes while he forced me to take his swollen knot, praising me throughout the whole process. His hand strayed down to grip that knot now, as he imagined it was me that squeezed every drop out of him.
“Beau…!” I yelped, feeling it rising, big, dark, and twice as deadly.
“That’s it, baby, come hard for me. Come all over my fucking hand. Give it to me. Give me your bliss.”
Only it was Tobias’ eyes I stared into as I did as I was told, my body glad for Beau’s command. It brought this insanity to an end, but first, there was this golden splendour.
Time felt like it stood still, filled now with the rhythmic, earth shaking pulses of my cunt around Beau’s fingers, snapping down so tight he couldn’t move them anymore, and of Tobias’ cock, the sensation almost seeming to take him by surprise. The hand on his knot was jerked away and shoved into his pocket, drawing out a monogrammed handkerchief that he used to veil his cock right as he erupted, the fabric jumping with every frantic pulse.
“Enough…” I sobbed out as I went limp. “Beau, I can’t—”
“That’s what I was waiting to hear.” He moved up then, pulling his hand free before moving to take me in his arms.