Squirt All Over My Face, Stepmother (11)

Squirt All Over My Face, Stepmother (11)
It’s not a gentle kiss.

It’s demanding and hungry, his tongue sliding past my lips to claim my mouth while his hands pull me flush against his hard chest.

I let out a soft moan, melting into the heat of him, my hands gripping his bare shoulders.

Behind me, Chris moves closer.

His breath warms the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

His lips brush the curve of my shoulder, while his hands settle around my waist and pull me against him.

I’m completely sandwiched between them.

I’ve fucked quite a good number of men. I’ve had wild, filthy nights with my friend, but this? This is different.

Two bodies. Two completely different touches...

My mind struggles to keep up with all of it at once, and my knees nearly give way.

Maxwell catches me effortlessly, lifting me slightly as he moves us to the bed. He pushes me back onto the mattress, and before the leather of my heels even touches the sheets, he’s over me.

Chris kneels at the side of the bed, his face flushed, his eyes wild with a mix of guilt and unbridled lust.

Finally.

At least now I know I still have my mojo.

He reaches out, grabbing my ankle, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of my arch as Maxwell leans down to capture my lips again.

I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling, my hand wrapping around his neck.

“Wait,” he whispers against my lip.

I stop.

Maxwell reaches toward the nightstand.

My gaze follows his hand.

“Isn’t it too early for this?” I ask.

He arches a brow. “You want something else?”

I hesitate.

I don't want to rush.

Every sexual encounter I’ve had recently has ended badly. The last thing I want is to lie beneath someone again, feeling rushed and unwanted, only to be forgotten the moment it’s over.

I want their attention. Their eyes on me. Their hands lingering because they can’t seem to get enough.

“Yes. Foreplay,” I mutter. “I want more of your touch. More of your hands on me. I want to feel more of you before we go straight to sex.”

Jonathan spent years making me feel unwanted.

Today, I want to remind myself exactly how wrong he was.

I want his sons to want me.

More importantly, I want to be the one deciding how far this goes.

Maxwell studies me for a moment. Then he glances at Chris before returning his attention to me. “Then we do it your way.”

“Good. Come here.”

I expect Chris to look away, but he doesn’t.

Shame still lingers in his eyes. So does uncertainty.

But beneath both is something he can no longer hide.

He wants me.

The room has gone strangely quiet around us. I can hear my own breathing, fast and uneven.

Maxwell doesn’t say a word as he shifts his weight on the bed. His large hands slide slowly down my waist, over the curve of my hips, and down to the elastic band of my lace panties.

He doesn't rush. He takes his time, moving slowly enough to make me painfully aware of every second.

He tosses them somewhere onto the floor, exposing me to them.

I instinctively hold my breath.

Maxwell sits back on his heels between my thighs. His eyes slowly drag up the length of my bare legs, lingering over my wet, trembling core, before fixing back onto my face.

“You wanted foreplay,” he murmurs, his voice a low, raspy rumble that vibrates through me. “Look at me while I give it to you.”

He leans forward, his broad shoulders blocking out the light. Before I can even prepare myself, his hot breath fans against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I shiver, my fingers digging deep into the sheets.

Then, his mouth touches my pussy.

“Oh... God.” A sharp gasp tears from my throat.

It’s not just a kiss—he presses his open lips against my center, inhaling me deeply before his tongue takes its first long, wet stroke from bottom to top.

I arch my back, the sensation so intense it immediately turns my knees to jelly.

Maxwell grips my thighs tightly, his thumbs pressing into my soft flesh, holding me open and completely exposed to him.

He works his tongue over my clit with slow, agonizing precision, swirling around the hypersensitive peak before flicking it with just enough pressure to make me whimper like a desperate girl.

It feels almost too good.

Their father never touched me like this.

Jonathan never cared enough to even look down here. But Maxwell is down on his knees, eating me like a starving man who’s finally been handed a feast.

He laps up my wetness, drawing soft moans from me.

The sound echoes through the room, mingling with my ragged breaths.

“Max...” I sob out, my hands flying to his hair, tangling into the short strands. “Please...”

“Please what?” he asks, pulling back for just a second. His lips are slick, glistening in the light, his jaw tight with control. “Tell me what you want, stepmother.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my chest heaving. “Just... eat me. God, it feels so good.”

A low, dark chuckle hums against my core as he buries his face back between my legs.

His tongue laps at me harder now, while his fingers slide down to lightly stroke my entrance.

Beside the bed, a shift in weight draws my attention.

Chris is still there. He’s staring at his brother’s head buried between my legs, his breath coming in short, erratic hitches. His chest is broad, slick with a thin sheen of sweat, and his knuckles are white where he’s gripping the edge of the mattress.

Maxwell pauses, his tongue still resting against my clit, and glances up at his younger brother. His eyes are dark and hooded with raw lust.

“What are you waiting for, Chris?” He glares at him. “If you're going to stay, stop pretending you don't know what you want.”

Chris swallows hard. “Max, I—”

“Stop acting like a damn virgin,” Maxwell cuts in, his tone authoritative. “You’ve spent enough time in city clubs to know what a woman’s body looks and feels like. You wanted the money? Earn it.”

Chris’s jaw tightens. He exhales a harsh, trembling breath, then shifts and crawls onto the mattress beside me.

The weight of his body depresses the bed, and suddenly the scent of him overwhelms my senses.

He hovers over my upper chest, his dark brown eyes shining as he looks down at me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice cracking.

“Don’t apologize,” I breathe out, my chest rising to meet his. “Just touch me, Chris. Please.”

Something breaks inside him. The hesitation vanishes, replaced by a sudden, intense hunger.

He leans down, his full lips brushing against the sensitive slope of my breast before he opens his mouth and takes my nipple inside.

"Ah!" I cry out, arching off the bed as a shockwave of pleasure zips straight down to my groin.

Chris sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the tight peak, flicking it in a rhythm that matches the relentless, wet strokes of Maxwell’s mouth below.

He uses his hand to cup my other breast, squeezing firmly, his thumb rolling over the hard tip until I’m drowning in sensations.

“Fuck,” I scream, tossing my head back into the pillows.

Maxwell is ruthlessly devouring my pussy, two of his thick fingers finally pushing deep inside my tight, dripping walls.

He pumps his fingers in and out, curling them upward against that sweet spot inside me, while his thumb works a brutal pace on my clit.

“Look at her, Chris,” Maxwell growls out from between my legs, his voice muffled against my wet skin. “Look how wet she is for us. She’s completely drenched.”

Chris pulls back, breathing hard, and looks at me as if he's waiting for permission to keep going.

Like he still can't believe he's doing this.

“You're so hot,” he rasps, his hands trailing down my ribcage, tracing every curve.

“Don’t talk... just keep doing that,” I sob, trembling.

The heat inside me is building at a terrifying speed.

A tight tension builds in my lower belly, growing stronger with every movement of Maxwell’s fingers and every stroke of Chris’s tongue along my neck, chest, and collarbone.

Maxwell speeds up.

His tongue becomes a ruthless blur against my clit while his fingers drive inside me to the knuckle, stretching me, claiming me.

“Max—Max, I’m—I’m going to—”

I lose the ability to form words.

My mind is going completely white.

“Do it,” Maxwell commands, his deep voice vibrating straight into my core. “Squirt all over my face, stepmother. Give it to me.”