Including checking under the table for any suspicious looking gas canisters. Honestly,especiallychecking under the table. Once bitten, twice shy and all that.
"None of this changes the fact you went behind my back," Jules snarled. "I can be difficult, you think I don't know? But you shouldn't have done that. If you ever do that again, I will whip your ass. Both of you."
He was angrier than I'd ever seen him, but the front of his jeans were also heavily tented, his cock straining to escape. He was furious, but aroused as hell. A cannon needing a direction to fire, to obliterate everything in its path. To destroy until his anger was burnt out.
He glanced over toward Cass.
Cass snorted. "You won't?—"
Jules tilted his upper body, looming in the direction of his brother. "The hell I fucking won't," he growled.
Cass' face turned pink. "If you think you're going to…"
"Fucking right, I am," Jules said. "Get on your fucking knees and make our whore come with your mouth."
I was immediately wet. Even with the thought of their father on the other side of the wall, I wanted to feel Cass' tongue on me.
Dare I say,especiallywith him there? I wasn't attracted to Forrest Cross, but the possibility of being caught? That was compelling as hell. I felt like a teenager sneaking around behind a parent's back.
Cass knelt in front of me and pulled down my leggings and panties, parting my legs so he could press his face between them.
"Show me your tits," Jules said.
With even less hesitation than Cass, I tugged down at the front of my tank top and bra, exposing my already stiffened nipples. The cooler air made them harder still. They were sensitive points, aching to be touched.
"Such a fucking slut," he muttered, admiring the view.
He grabbed a washcloth from the counter and stuffed it into my mouth, muffling my groans so his father and my other boyfriends couldn't hear.
I pressed my hands on the cabinet behind me, grinding my pussy against Cass' mouth. Wanting, needing more. He gave me more.
Cass pressed his fingers into me, fucking me with his hand and his tongue. Relentless. Devouring me like he was as hungry for this as I was.
"Come for him," Jules insisted. "Make his face nice and wet."
I did exactly that. Coming so hard a gush of liquid rushed from me, coating Cass' cheeks and dripping down his chin.
"Our whore needs your cock," Jules said, not giving Cass a chance to wipe his face dry before he was ordering him to his feet. Cass undid his jeans, pushing them down to let them bunch around his knees. His cock sprang free.
He turned me around and pressed my hands against the fridge, bending me and spreading my legs. His hands on my hips, he shoved himself inside me in a single stroke, all the way to his balls.
"Such a needy little fucktoy," Jules said, leaning to pinch my nipples.
I let out a muffled cry. The washcloth kept most of it contained.
Jules continued to squeeze and pinch while Cass pounded in and out of me, his fingers digging into my skin. Hard enough to leave bruises and hurt to perfection.
"Come inside her," Jules ordered. "Fill our slut up with your cum." Cass managed to stifle a groan as he stilled. His breath ragged, his orgasm filling me up like his brother told him to.
"You're going to take me now," Jules said, only waiting long enough for Cass to pull out of me before he turned me around, pressed my back against the fridge, and shoved my panties and leggings off one foot.
He hooked a hand around my knee and pulled it up, opening me out to him. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of me before he slammed into me. His cock disappeared into my pussy, wet with his brother's release.
"Your pussy is made to be fucked," he whispered, holding me in place with one hand. He kneaded my breast with the other, pinching my skin and my nipples until my eyes started to water, then pinching them harder.
Loving the attention on my nipples, my whole body shuddered and I shattered again, coming even harder around his cock. Approximately infinity universes were born and died. Appearing, then breaking apart in a blaze of light and darkness. Darkness and light. Bliss and pleasure. The moment lasting too long but not long enough.
"Fucking hell," he grunted. "Fuck, fuck." And then he was coming too, adding his cum to Cass'. Filling me to the brim.
