Both Of You. At The Same Time (12)

Both Of You. At The Same Time (12)
His words push me straight over the edge.

My hips jerk off the bed as my muscles tighten around Maxwell’s fingers.

"Oh, my god—Jesus—fuckkk!"

Wave after wave of fluid spills from me, covering Maxwell’s chin, mouth, and the sheets beneath us.

My chest rises and falls as I collapse against the mattress, trembling beneath him.

Chris keeps a firm grip on my waist, holding me steady as the last tremors slowly fade.By the time I can breathe normally again, my skin is flushed and damp with sweat.

I can barely remember the last time I felt anything this intense.

Maxwell slowly pulls his fingers out and sits up. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth. The look in his eyes makes my stomach tighten.

I push myself up on my elbows, still struggling to steady myself.

I have to return the favor.

My eyes dart to Maxwell, then to Chris. His eyes are wide, his chest heaving as he stares at my writhing body.

“You both need to get down,” I whisper, my voice rough. My hand reaches for the waistband of Maxwell’s trousers. “My turn. I’m going to take care of you two now.”

I start to slide down the bed, determined to get on my knees. Before I can move an inch, Maxwell’s broad hand lands on my shoulder and pushes me back against the pillows.

I blink, confused. “Maxwell?”

“No,” he says smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. “Not today.”

My lips part. “What?”

“Today is about your pleasure,” he says, gently brushing a strand of damp hair from my forehead. “I don’t care about getting my dick sucked right now. I want to watch you come undone. I want to make sure you remember every single second of what happens in this bed.”

A shiver runs down my spine, pooling straight back into my throbbing core.

I stare at him, then over at Chris, whose eyes remain fixed on me.

For one brief second, the reality of what I'm doing comes rushing back. The fake will. The estate. The money. Everything I've risked to get here.

I should stop.

Jonathan's wealth is what matters. And I already have the boys where I want them.

Instead, I look at them and realize I don't want to stop.

Not right now.

Right now, all I want is them.

A slow smile spreads across my lips.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I say, spreading my legs wide for both of them. “Fuck my brains out.”

The mattress sinks as Maxwell steps away from the bed.

Chris drags a hand through his hair.

Maxwell’s fingers move to his belt.The sharp click of the buckle cuts through the silence.

He unbuttons his trousers and shoves them down his thighs, kicking them aside along with his dark boxers.

Beside him, Chris swallows hard. After a brief hesitation, he follows his brother’s lead, stripping off his clothes with hurried, slightly clumsy movements until they both stand naked beside the bed.

My eyes drop.

My breath hitches sharply in my throat.

Their cocks hang thick, long, and fiercely erect, veiny shafts twitching with every breath they draw.

The sight triggers a memory I can’t shake—the hallucination I had while Josh was fucking me hours ago.

Josh.

He’s still somewhere in this house.

If two men already have me this overwhelmed, what would happen if a third joins them?

The sheer thought of calling Josh up here, of having three men take turns using my body, sends a hot spike of desire straight to my core.

I almost say his name.

No. I shut the thought down immediately.

If Josh joins us, the fragile web of lies I’ve spun will crumble. The boys might figure out that the will is a scam, and everything I’ve worked for will blow up in my face.

I can't risk it.

Maxwell reaches for the packs of condoms and tosses one to Chris.

Maxwell tears his open with his teeth, rolling the latex down his thick, pulsing cock with practiced ease.

He steps closer to the edge of the bed and glances down at my flushed body, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of my swollen pussy still glistening from my release.

“Can you even take this?” Maxwell asks. He taps the head of his cock against his thigh. “I don’t want to break you, stepmother.”

A smirk touches my lips despite the throbbing heat between my legs. “Darling, trust me… I can.”

Maxwell immediately climbs back onto the mattress and positions himself over me with deliberate control. He grips my knees and spreads my legs wide, exposing me to him once again.

He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt tip of his condom-covered cock pressing against my dripping pussy.

“Look at me,” he commands softly.

I do, and he pushes forward.

The heat is immediate and immense.

“Ah! God... Max!” I arch my back, my fingers digging blindly into the bedsheets.

He doesn't rush, but he doesn't pause either.

He drives his hips steadily forward, burying his thick cock inch by inch into my soaking pussy until his pubic bone slams hard against mine.

He fills me so completely that a sweet, deep ache spreads straight up into my lower belly.

“You’re so sweet,” Maxwell growls, his grip tightening.

He pulls back slowly, then drives forward again.

Chris moves closer. This time, there's no hesitation.

“Chris,” I choke out, stretching a hand toward him. “Please...”

Chris leans down, pressing his chest against my side. His warm hands slide over my skin, his fingers squeezing my waist, my hips, my stomach, leaving a path of fire wherever he touches.

He captures my lips in a desperate, dirty kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth while Maxwell continues to pound into me from below.

Maxwell speeds up his thrusts, his breath coming in hot grunts.

His palm cracks against my thigh.

The sensation shoots through me, making me arch off the bed. My muscles clamp down hard around his cock.

“Fuck,” Maxwell rasps, spanking my other thigh just as hard. “You love the way we touch you, don’t you? You’re going to tick that list of yours and you’re going to give us five stars.”

“Yes!” I sob out against Chris’s mouth, my hips rising to meet every brutal thrust Maxwell gives me. “Yes, Max, mmmph... six stars…”

Maxwell pulls all the way out, his cock glistening as he sits back on his knees.

I let out a desperate whimper at the sudden emptiness.

“What… why did you pull out?”

“It’s Chris’s turn,” Max smirks.

“Oh.”

A wild, filthy thought takes root in my mind, fueled by the dizzying pleasure rushing through me.

“What if… I want both of you?” I gasp, looking from Maxwell to Chris. “Both your cocks in your stepmother’s pussy. At the same time.”