His groan is purely animalistic.
“Stroke yourselves,” she says, slipping a finger over her wet clit.
“Finally,” I growl, unbuckling my belt and freeing myself.
Next to me, Breaker’s beltclinks, and the sound of his zipper grates in the room. He groans, bucking into his fist.
“Little Red, please let me eat that pussy,” he rasps.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard the man beg for anything, so when I look over and find him watching her with the same devotion I feel surging through my chest, I know this is it.
This is the end all.
But we’re missing pieces, and I feel their absence like a hole in the center of my being.
Breaker must feel it too because he strokes his cock and says, “I can’t wait to get Delilah back and feast on you both.”
Cora stops circling her clit and spreads her legs wider, the heel scraping over my chest. “Come feast,” she says, her voice a husky whisper. “Both of you.”
Slowly, I lower my mouth and press a delicate kiss to her calf. I trail more up her thigh, pushing her leg back as I move toward her. She exhales when I place a kiss on the small freckle on her inner thigh. I take my time, my mouth skimming along her flesh before I grip her thigh tightly and shove it up, pressing it to her chest so her pussy and ass are exposed. Breaker moves in beside me, our shoulders touching. We adjust our bodies, trying to fit together in the limited space. I lean down at the same moment he does, and our eyes collide.
Slowly, Breaker flicks his tongue out, taking a long, slow lick from her tight hole to her clit, almost daring me.
“Fuck yes,” she groans.
We had Delilah like this, spread open on the table, our fingers moving into her, our mouths on her one after another while Striker held her open, but this feels different. This feels like everything is about to change.
I dip my head, feeling his heat, his breaths, and do the same, savoring her. Sweet, and tart and so perfectly her, I do it again, gripping my shaft hard. Breaker’s cheek presses to mine, and the tip of his tongue swirls around her clit as I lap at her entrance, barely brushing against his.
“Oh, my fuck,” she groans, her fingers diving between her legs and spreading herself open. “Again. Please don’t stop.”
He sucks her clit into his mouth, and I lean back, greedily watching. The second he lets go, I dive in, tasting his mouth on her and her heat. Breaker angles in closer, and his chest slicks over mine. His hand hits the head of my dick as he strokeshimself, and he leans in, devouring her with as much hunger as I feel.
When I dip my head again, our tongues slip over one another, and his breathing changes. I stroke myself, heat ripping through my veins like lava, and use my free hand to grip the back of his neck before leaning in to devour her.
“Good boy, eat her pretty pussy,” Breaker groans, licking along with me. His breath fans my face, his tongue slicking against mine, each word grating over me as they tumble from him. “Let me see how good she tastes on your tongue.”
I lean back, locking eyes with him. Without giving him a moment to reconsider, I shift and press my lips against his. His eyes flare wildly. Using my grip on the back of his neck to keep him still, I lick deeply into his mouth. A guttural, almost primal sound escapes him as he exhales, and his tongue slips eagerly against mine.
My cock throbs, and I swear I’m about to come from just the taste of him. Earthy with a hint of spice, flavored with Cora’s tangy wetness.
We both back away, and Breaker’s hooded gaze drops to my mouth. We’re so close that his icy-blue eyes, darkened with desire, seem to throb, the irises pulsating with want. His smooth, dark skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, beading on his upper lip.
I want to taste him. More than just his dick in my mouth. More than just his cum and quick desire.
Icravehim. Yearn for every part of him. Every drop of blood. Every single atom that makes him him. Tightening my grip on the back of his neck, I dip my head and drive my tongue into Cora’s center, swirling and thrusting deeper as she writhes under my touch, pushing against my mouth. Breaker leans down again, sucking on her clit, our tongues intertwining.
She cries out, curses and murmurs of praise, spilling from her lips in breathy moans. When she tries to draw her knees together, I know she’s close. I plunge my tongue back into her, fucking her.
Breaker flattens his tongue against her clit, and she breaks with a scream. I keep moving into her, lapping up her release, pinning her thigh to her chest until she’s trembling, gasping, begging me to stop.
When I release her leg, I lean in close to him, my lips brushing his ear. “Open your mouth.”
He parts his lips and I spit her wetness into his mouth, then drive my tongue deep, locking my mouth to his. His moan vibrates through me. My fingers dig into the back of his neck, my grasp bruising with the desire to keep him close. Our teeth clash. His stubble burns against my chin. The taste of her mingles with something uniquely him. Salt and whiskey and want.
Years. I’ve denied us years of this all out of fear.
Fear I was too damaged to love him properly. Too sick from every evil touch that feels like it’s stained me to the point of ruin. So broken and so scared, I was sick and ruined and needed saving because I wanted the man who was supposed to be my brother. Who I looked after and protected and cherished.
