Chapter forty-one
Abigail
Inwhatfeelslikea split second, Lawson crosses the room and settles himself on the edge of my bed. Lincoln follows, still holding me in his arms.
When we reach Lawson, he gently sets me on my feet. My arms fall to my sides, and my unclasped bra slips to the floor—Lincoln’s quick to kick it out of the way. Lawson’s rough hands greedily roam over my ass, teasing the fabric of my thong, while Lincoln’s eyes lock onto my heaving chest.
He cups one breast in his hand, brushing the pad over my taut nipple. I tilt my head back, letting out a soft moan.
But the feeling is gone too soon as Lincoln takes a step back.
The sight of him in front of me—hard cock jutting out above the waistband of his slacks—is lewd and dirty. And I fucking love it.
My eyes roam down his torso as he slowly undoes his buttons, and my lips turn up when I spot the small wet spot on the fabric from where my pussy was rubbing upagainst him.
After tossing his shirt across the room, he removes the rest of his clothes. My eyes rake over his body while, behind me, Lawson slides my panties down.
And, as if it were choreographed, the moment the lace hits the floor, Lincoln fists his cock and gives it one long, deliberate stroke, just as his brother grabs my ass with both hands, spreads my cheeks apart, and buries his face between them.
He groans as he drags his tongue along the seam of my ass and over the tight ring of muscle. “Holy shit,” I hiss in pleasure, my eyes falling closed.
“Nuh-uh,” Lincoln tsks. “Eyes on me, Sweetheart.”
My eyes snap open just in time to watch him gather a bead of precum on his thumb. Taking a step toward me, he reaches out, grabs my face in his hand, and slips his thumb past my lips.
I suck on his thumb as he reaches between my legs and slides one finger into my pussy. My knees buckle as Lawson continues to feast on my ass, but he’s quick to tighten his hold at my waist.
“That’s it, Abigail,” Lincoln praises. “Get nice and wet for us.”
A moment later, Lawson pulls back just as Lincoln slides a second finger into me. Behind me, I’m vaguely aware of Lawson reaching for something—then the soft pop of a bottle opening.
I suck in a sharp breath when a cool drop of lube lands at the top of my ass, slowly trailing down over me.
Slowly, Lawson eases one finger inside, working me open before adding a second, stretching me carefully. All while peppering the globe of my ass with kisses.
An impossible sensation of goosebumps and sweat coats my skin. I already feel so full.
“I want this ass, Honey,” Lawson groans.
I don’t hesitate. “It’s yours, Lawson.”
Both of them withdrawtheir fingers, and I whimper at how empty I feel.
Jasper chuckles darkly. “So desperate to be filled by us. Aren’t you, Red?”
Lawson’s grip on my waist tightens as he starts to guide me down. My body tenses instinctively when I feel a cock between my ass, but I remind myself to relax.
“We’ll take it slow at first,” he murmurs.
I nod, focusing on the way my body lights up as he begins to ease himself inside of me, keeping my eyes locked on Lincoln.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually the backs of my thighs meet Lawson’s. I’ve taken them there before, but like this—in this position—it feels deeper, and more consuming than ever.
“Tell us how it feels,” Lincoln demands, his voice rough with desire.
“It feels”—I shift my hips slightly, chasing the sensation—“sogood.”
Lawson’s tongue drags along my neck. “Lean back with me.”
