His grip tightened and I nodded, blinking back tears.
“You move, and you’re going to get hurt,” Brent barked at me, his eyebrows furrowing even as his hand slid between my legs. His fingers were gentle as they began playing with my sensitive nub, but his voice was still brutal when he stated, “If you try that again, we’re stopping. Understand?”
I nodded again, understanding that they were in charge in here. Besides, I evidently didn’t know what the heck I was doing because that friggin’ hurt like no other. They could take the reins for all I cared as long as they did it without producing any pain on my end.
Brent watched my face, waiting for what I was sure was a look of pure agony to disappear. A minute later, he nodded to Cole.
Cole groaned when he started thrusting again, not going any further than he already was, and after a few moments it began to feel…good. The nerve endings that had never before been stimulated like this started firing up and I moaned. Brent continued his tender play, adding to my pleasure. Cole pressed in even farther and I held still as he had demanded. Another minute past by of slow thrusting and Cole and I were both panting and moaning.
From behind me, he whispered, “Almost there.”
He paused. And then thrust, sliding in balls deep.
I cried out, shaking as sensual flames licked from my stomach to my chest and slammed into my brain, making me blissfully lightheaded.Oh. That feltsogood.
Cole panted, “I’m in.”
Brent nodded and position himself at my slick vaginal entrance, demanding in a severe whisper, “Don’t you dare move on us.”
I couldn’t speak. There was no way.
I think I nodded.
Cole moved his grip to my waist as Brent’s hands slid to my hips and gently pulled me – and Cole - down farther. He began thrusting up, entering me, just as slowly as Cole had.
His teeth clenched and he gritted out, “So fucking tight.”
Yeah, he didn’t need to tell me that. I was the one being stretched within an inch of my life.
My eyes closed at the combination of pain and pleasure I was experiencing as Brent pushed the crown of his cock inside my gripping channel. Jaw tight, he withdrew a smidge and then thrust gently.
Cole stilled behind me with a sharp gasp, his fingers digging into my sides.
I was a lit stack of dynamite, ready to blow, as Brent forged his cock inside and Cole continued his onslaught on pinching and pulling and teasing my nipples. Cole licked the tiny beads of sweat off my neck, his tongue taking long, slick glides and almost reaching my ear. I groaned, ready to combust, knowing he was about to find my “spot”.
“Don’t touch her ears, yet,” Brent whispered hoarsely, breathless and tense. “You do that and we won’t be able to keep her still.”
Cole hummed softly in his throat and blew over my ear, but didn’t touch. I cried out.He was so close!
I turned my head and looked at him when he backed off with a slight grin and scheming eyes – yeah, he had that tidbit of knowledge now, and I whimpered and pouted. Brent leaned his head up, making me look back down and licked over my bottom lip that was stuck out, whispering, “You ready for some fun, darlin’?”
I groaned and kissed him fiercely, answering the only way my brain was cable of at the moment. My tongue thrashed with his, and with a hard pull he sucked it inside his mouth, fingers tightening on my bare flesh. He tensed, and then his hips drove up in a smooth aggressive motion, plunging his cock the rest of the way inside my snug passage.
I screamed. Cole shouted. Brent yelled. Our voices mingling and clutching to one another to create one desirous melody. Absolute pleasure. No one would mistake it for anything but. Itwas music that echoed the blast that shot through me, searing my quivering frame.
If it felt like this with them still, what was it going to be like when they moved?
I soon found out.
Cole grunted, and retreated, moving for the first time in what felt like forever, then driving back inside of me in a rough motion that spoke of blatant carnal impatience.
Brent’s hands trembled as he gripped my hips tighter, absolute bliss etched across his masculine features as he withdrew so his head was just inside of me right as Cole thrust back in.
I choked and screamed, biting Brent’s shoulder as they moved in perfect sync of alternating plunges and withdraws, shouting and yelling and groaning and shaking. As Brent held my hips steady for their barrage of drives, Cole bent over me so that his chest hairs grazed my back and his hands landed on top of mine, intertwining our fingers so we both gripped the bedspread.
Brent kept a firm grip on one of my hips as his other hand slid down between our bodies. His thumb flicked my nub and I stilled and tensed.
The world tipped in the most wonderful way.
