“Hit her again. Really give it to her.” She’s barely pumping my stiffy with her hand. Her mouth left a long time ago. “Don’t let up, bro. She fucking loves it.”
My hand locks over her, forcing the pumping to match my brother’s pace again. Her skin is glistening with sweat. Her hair is damp toward the scalp, but she stays locked between us. Receiving like a champ and barely giving.
Mas has gone absolutely mute. Bro isn’t saying anything, just camping out inside her pussy like a damn Boy Scout. I hate him for it. I want to do that. I’m next. I don’t know how I’ll fuck her with this damn cast, but she’s the nurse, she’ll figure it out.
His hand plants on the middle of her back, pushing her toward the bed. She screams. Her eyes have widened. Shocked and so intense, a line forms between her brows. She’s locked in. He is too. Both are synced up. I’m the odd man out like fucking always.
I pump us faster, wishing her DSLs were on me, but damn, she’s coming so hard, screaming so loud, she looks in pain. Her nails claw at my thighs. It hurts and sends a jolt to my balls.
“Come on my brother’s cock. Milk him with that fine ass pussy. Clench down on it.” Mas locks eyes with me, nodding. Wanting me to keep it up. “You fucking love it. You need his cock up that wet hole. Want us fucking you day and night, right?”
She doesn’t answer, but damn if she doesn’t lock in on my cock. My mind explodes with how hot and wet it is. How fast her hand moves beneath mine. How her claws leave my thigh to tickle my taint.
“Yes, lower. Stick them in. Fuck my ass while you’re getting fucked. Hell yeah.”
She doesn’t, but it doesn’t matter. I’m already blowing my load. Like the sex champ she is, she latches on tighter. Drags it out of me.
“Look, Mas, she’s swallowing my babies. Fuck if that isn’t hot.”
My brother wrinkles his nose. Sissy.
But fuck if it doesn’t feel better than my fist. My jizz keeps shooting out. Each wave is more powerful than the next. My toes curl. My fist in her hair tugs. My stomach tightens, yanking on my healing road rash. It doesn’t scream at me like it used to, but it’s not pleasant. The pain, the pleasure. It’s fucking with my head. Turning this into the best fucking orgasm of my life.
“Yeah, Sof. Drink it down. It’s all for you. All that’s because of your fat ass, thick thighs, and dick sucking lips.”
My twin keeps on fucking her. She keeps on sucking me. My angel closes her eyes, concentrating on dragging every last swimmer out of my stiffy until he’s drained and flapping in her mouth. It goes on for more minutes than I can count. To the point she is sucking the skin off my dick until she pulls off. Rubs the tip over her glossy lips. Her chin fucking soaked. Then she smiles, winks.
“You talk too dirty, Nene.”
CHAPTER 14
MASSIMO
My head’s still a mess. Worse than yesterday. Worse than last night when I had her shaking on my tongue and begging in that sweet accent of hers. You’d think amazing sex would clear a man’s mind. Reset shit. Shut down the worries, and the memories I keep pretending don’t exist.
But nah.
My lower head’s doing great. Too great, actually, but the rest of me is totally fucked.
She’s still asleep upstairs in my bed. Wrapped in my sheets. My pillow under her cheek. Her curly hair is a halo across everything I own. She looks peaceful. Safe. Like she finally let herself rest after months of carrying burdens no one sees. And I don’t know what to do with the heaviness in my chest every time I think about her being in my room, in my space, trusting me enough to fall asleep there.
I want that every night. And that’s the exact shit that terrifies me. I had it once, and it walked away. I’m not sure I could handle that happening again. Yet here I am, falling for a woman that isn’t even mine, or ours, yet. Today is about winning her over. Convincing her how it could be with us, if Em or I don’t fuck it up.
“Quit moping like a little bitch and throw me a beer.”
Em knows. I’d say it’s a twin thing, but he was the only one there to deal with my shit after her. He knows how wrecked I got. How long it took me to come out of it. If he’s worried, he’s sure not acting like it.
His dumbass lounges in a unicorn float in the middle of the pool. Nuts smashed into the tiniest hot pink Speedo that makes him look ready for a gay bar. How he got that over his cast, I have no idea. He says it brings out the color of his pubes. Funny thing is that he has none. Both of us wax. Dimas are hairy motherfuckers, and neither of us likes that.
Smashed next to him, whether he likes it or not, is Paco. My twin has been singing stupid break-up songs from his playlist and holding a rainbow umbrella over the dog.
“You look dumb as hell. Just put her dog in my room with her.”
“Fuck you, it’s my visitation time,” he yells over the music, then adjusts the umbrella when a toenail sits in the sunlight. “My son doesn’t get sunburned! UV rays are for ugly people!”
One hand and foot dangle in the water, paddling himself around. The other is wrapped around her dog, protecting it from the edge of the float. His cast is wrapped in plastic to protect it. He bitched about having to wrap it by himself, even though he does it for his shower every day.
“Waiter! Where’s my beer? Service around here sucks.”
