Shit. Is that what Cameron asked?
Because I’m not sure I am. These Lindenvale brothers are carrying trophies between their legs. I can barely handle one brother when we’re fucking around, let alone three.
At the same time.
“Oh, God.” I don’t mean for my whimper to be audibly heard, but their knowing snickers tell me they liked hearing it.
Brennan stands behind Colten’s head, where he’s still relaxed against the armrest. I’m facing Colten and Brennan in this position, and Cameron is…
Fingers slip through my dripping arousal behind me, making me shudder. I brush my chin over my shoulder, observing as Cameron moves a finger to my other tight hole. He inserts a digit and holds my eyes, my muscles clenching and teeth gritting at the intrusion.
A corner of his mouth tips, and he moves his finger in and out as I slowly adjust to it. Taking one is manageable, but when his speed picks up and I release a whimper, hunger flashes across his eyes. He withdraws it, drags two fingers through my center, coating them in my arousal, and repositions them at my back entrance before shoving them inside.
“Ah,” I bite out as Cameron works to stretch me so I can fit him.
So I can fit all of them.
The pain intensifies, and I slam my eyes shut, trying to ignore the burning behind my eyes.
A finger dips below my chin, turning my head. “Focus on me and relax your muscles. It’s going to hurt, but you can take it.” Colten’s hands snake toward my back, spreading my ass so Cameron has better access to stretch me slowly.
My lips flatten in a line—the pain slowly morphing into pleasure as the seconds turn into minutes and the discomfort and ache subside. Colten wraps his arms around my back, lowering my lips to his. Words leave Cameron’s mouth, but I’mtoo lost in the feverish kiss with Colten as our tongues strike, heating up the temperature coating my skin. He explores my mouth, our lips moving in sync. Too many emotions and feelings are consuming me when Cameron spits on my ass, dragging his cock through before positioning his tip at my entrance.
I whimper into Colten’s mouth nervously, the sound enticing his tongue to sweep and frolic with mine in a way that has my head spinning with dizzying intensity.
Why is it that kissing during sex increases the intimacy level tenfold? He’s not even the one slowly thrusting inside me. His brother is. But the flawless man under me is seeping further into my heart with every encounter. Every touch, no matter how minuscule or immense it may be.
My heart rumbles behind my rib cage. A bead of sweat trickles down my back as the living room suddenly feels like a furnace, burning me alive. I push up to draw in a full breath, but Colten grips his dick and wastes no time pressing into my soaked pussy.
“Goddamn. This ass is so fucking tight,” Cameron grunts, burying himself to the hilt.
Tears burn behind my eyes at the ache that is as excruciating as it is beautiful. Pleasure can satisfy, but pain stirs the soul, making you feel alive. A muted scream is driven from my lungs, the fullness coiling the taut string in my stomach.
Colten groans, pushing his hips up at a steady, mind-bending pace. Cameron doesn’t move, though. He may be inside me, but he’s waiting for me to adjust to the feeling of him in my ass while his brother fills my pussy.
“One more, baby,” Colten hums.
Why does he keep calling me that? It almost sounds like a declaration.
He couldn’t be claiming me in front of his brothers.
Could he?
Do I even want him to?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Instinctively, I lean forward, my lips popping open. Brennan’s thick cock drifts along my tongue to the back of my throat, the three of them filling me completely. I should feel dirty. Embarrassed. But I don’t. I feel powerful when I make these men unhinged.
Colten thrusts upward under me as Cameron starts slowly pushing his hips forward. My watery eyes roll upward, clashing with Brennan’s green ones.
A tear cascades over my bottom lashes and onto my cheek. His wicked smile spurs my confidence, and I moan around his cock, watching the way his taut abdomen tightens further, showcasing his abs that cut into his tan skin.
“Look at those tears dripping on my cock.”
That’s what Brennan said that night in the Orchard when I ran. I’m not sure why, but I think Brennan gets off on tears.
“Look at those beautiful brown eyes melting for us,” Brennan grunts, swiping his thumb over my jaw to wipe away the saliva dripping down my chin.
