His smirk grows, teasing and affectionate. “Can I?”
There’s no hesitation in my answer this time. “Yeah,” I murmur, feeling both curious and eager.
Matthew slides off the bed and he and Ford switch places. Ford doesn’t waste a second. He grips my hips with both hands and slams inside me with a deep grunt.
The stretch is instant, and I cry out at the sudden fullness. He doesn’t go easy—pounding into me with rough, steady strokes, each one pulling breathless moans from my throat. The head of his cock brushes that perfect spot inside me, over and over, until I’m melting into the mattress beneath him.
Matthew stands at my head, leisurely stroking himself as he watches Ford work me over. His gaze is heavy and possessive.
“Push your boobs together,” Matthew instructs, his voice rough with need.
I do as he says, pressing my breasts together with both hands until the small gap between them disappears. My nipples tighten from the slight pressure, and the anticipation buzzing through me makes my thighs tremble.
Matthew steps closer, his legs bracketing my face. His cock is so close I can smell the musk of him, mixed with the faintest hint of my own arousal from earlier. Slowly, he slides his thick shaft between my breasts, the silky skin of his cock brushing against my chest bone as he pushes through the tight space I’ve created.
It feels strange, different, but not bad. If anything, the sheer eroticism of it turns me on. It’s not directly pleasuring me, butthe combination of Ford fucking me hard and Matthew sighing as my body surrounds him is enough to make heat pool between my legs all over again.
Matthew rocks his hips, pumping his cock slowly back and forth through the tight pressure of my breasts. His shaft drags against my skin, hot and smooth.
“These tits are perfect. You’re perfect,” he praises.
The compliment makes my skin flush, and I lean up, eager to please him. My tongue darts out, lapping at the underside of his shaft and flicking against his balls. I licking every part of him I can reach, swirling my tongue along the thick vein running under his cock.
Matthew groans, his head falling back slightly as he thrusts a little harder, his pace growing more erratic. Ford, still buried deep inside me, grunts with each thrust, the bed creaking beneath us.
“Fuck, Dylan,” Matthew breathes, his hips stuttering for a moment as my tongue drags along the sensitive skin. “You take your brother’s cock so well.”
Ford lets out a low growl, his grip on my hips tightening as he slams into me harder, his thrusts relentless and punishing. The obscene wet sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room, and the air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
The tension inside me builds fast, the relentless rhythm of Ford’s cock driving me higher. Each thrust hits that perfect spot deep inside, and I can feel myself unraveling, every muscle tightening as the pleasure heightens. My moans grow louder, almost desperate, and the heat coiling in my belly finally snaps.
“Fuck—Ford, I’m coming!” I cry, my back arching off the bed. My body clamps down hard around him, squeezing his cock like a vise. The orgasm crashes through me in waves, my walls pulsing around him as every nerve in my body lights up.
Ford groans, the sound raw and deep, his hips stuttering. “Oh, shit—you’re so tight, Kitty. Squeezing me so good—fuck.” His grip on my thighs tightens as he slams into me one last time, holding deep inside me. I feel him throb, and then the rush of his cum, thick and hot.
The sensation of his release pushes me further into bliss, and I let out a broken moan, my body quivering from the aftershocks. Ford stays buried inside me as he rides out his high.
Matthew, still at my chest, strokes himself faster, his cock slick and shining between my breasts. His hips move with purpose as he chases his own release.
“Shit,” he groans, his voice low and rough. “I’m gonna come on your tits, baby.”
Matthew pulls out from between them, steps to the side and jerks himself with quick, practiced strokes, and with a strained grunt, he comes hard. I bite my lip, anticipation swirling inside me.
Rope after rope of hot cum splashes across my chest, streaking my cleavage and nipples. Matthew’s jaw clenches as he empties himself onto me, his hand slowing as he milks every last drop.
He exhales a deep, satisfied sigh and leans down, dragging his fingers through the mess he’s made. Gently, he rubs it in, coating my nipples and cleavage with his seed.
“You look sexy as hell like this,” he murmurs, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Freshly fucked and covered in cum.”
A wicked smirk tugs at my lips. “Thanks. I rather like it, too.”
Matthew chuckles, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Now, who’s gonna take me to the shower and clean me up?” I ask.
“Dibs!”
The voice comes from the hallway, and all our heads snap in that direction. Jacob stands there, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, his chest heaving and a clear erection strainingagainst the front of his pants. His eyes gleam with amusement and hunger.
