Chapter 196: Reid
I take the order. Not rough; not careless. Just more. I've lowered my jogging pants just enough to set myself free, slowly entering her mouth, again and again. She takes it just like she did a few nights ago, pressing her lips tightly around my length, her tongue swirling at the tip every time I pull out, then ready again when I push back in.
It's slow, wet, and all the more nasty for it. I can feel her hot breath around my cock every time she exhales, and the need to thrust into her harder keeps nagging at me. So I distract myself from the perfect feel of her lips against my dick.
My thumb hooks the hem of her shirt and drags it up an inch, two, baring warm skin to the cooler air; she shivers and arches and that break in her breath brands me. I map the edges of her—hip, waist, the clean slope beneath her ribs—with a firmer hand than before, notching my palm where she likes it and pressing until she can feel exactly how serious I am.
One of her hands is on my thigh, as if bracing for every time I pump into her, the other hand pleasuring Jake with long, slow strokes, keeping up with the tempo I set into her mouth.
"Trouble, I can't fucking wait anymore." Jake groans as he lifts the rest of her shirt off, breaking her grip on both of us.
Even in the semi-dark of the room, the sight has us both dropping to our knees on the bed, on either side of her. Her breasts are a fucking work of art.
Round, plump, her nipples perky and pink and hard for us. The left one is slightly higher than the right, barely, and for some fucking reason I can't comprehend, that fact makes my cock twitch and the hunger in me grow dangerous.
Jake cups both, circling one nipple, then the other, something like a growl escaping from deep in his throat. Her own moan is enough to snap at the last of my restraint.
“Words, Trouble,” I remind, because I can feel myself slipping the leash and I promised not to.
“I want you,” she says, voice wrecked. “Please.”
The please lives in my spine. I take it to my grave. I pull down her panties, still wet from my tongue earlier, and set them aside on the nightstand. I take a few seconds, nothing more, to admire the picture in front of me. Her legs are open, showing me her pink, glistening pussy, my brother at work on her breasts, one in his hand and now one in his mouth. Her eyes are hooded, the green shining so bright with desire I almost forget what the fuck my name is.
I step closer and grab her hips with both hands. I know I have to keep my strength in check with her, I know that. No matter how much we fucking want her, she's small, tiny if you put her in between the two of us, and hurting her is the last thing we want.
I lift her hips, slowly, putting a pillow under her lower back to adjust the angle, and push her knees slightly further apart. Jake helps by holding the thigh closest to him. I positing myself at her entrance, and push in the first inch. She winces, and he makes sure to keep her loose and comfortable by kissing her, deep, slow, wet, all while keeping his fingers at work on her nipples. Her hand finds hick cock again and begins stroking.
I lower myself some more, until I'm about halfway in, and pull out again. I repeat the motion, slow, patient, until I finally feel my balls hit her flesh, the tip of my cock reaching the end of her. Knowing that I fill her fully, that she can take all of me, makes my vision blur.
I begin the constant back and forth, and fit her up against the slow, inevitable pull of my body—no guessing, just a rhythm she can meet. She does. God, she does. Jake feels the shift and adjusts without a word; this is what we’re good at—closing every gap, catching every tremor, turning the room into something that holds her exactly right.
Soon, the room is nothing but the sound of skin against skin as I speed up, thrusting into her faster yet still gently. Hers and Jake's kisses get deeper, his tongue exploring every inch of her, and her hand never once stops its work on his length.
He reaches down and makes slow, lazy circles on her clit while I continue to fuck her perfectly tight, perfectly wet little pussy. Because there is truly no other word to describe this girl. She's perfect. Every. fucking. inch. of. her.
“Look at me,” I tell her, low, because I want the truth of it. She does, eyes dark and glassy, mouth open. Her hair moves around her as she takes my cock thrust after thrust. “That’s it,” I say, and I hear the bite in my voice and don’t take it out. “You’re doing so well for us.”
Jake laughs under his breath, lips against the pulse at her neck now. “She always does.”
I let my restraint show its teeth. I don’t crowd, but I take. My hand slides under the small of her back and cups, lifting her into me so I can go deeper, if at all possible; and Jake's mouth finds the place below her ear that makes her forget her own name for a beat. She says it anyway. Not her name. Mine. Then his. Then both, vowel-broken, like a litany.
“Enough?” I ask when the headboard whispers against the wall, when the sound she makes crosses from pretty to desperate as she nears her first orgasm.
She shakes her head fast, fingers tightening around Jake's cock. “More.”
“Say when,” I tell her. “I’ll take every last second you give me.”
Time staggers. The room blurs to heat and shadows and our breath rolling over one another. She leads and we devour. She tilts her hips, and we build our world around that tilt. She turns her face, and Jake gives her his mouth or his throat or his palm, whatever she needs. I pin one knee with a careful hand and he murmurs praise that sounds like sin, and we feel her go soft and mean at the same time under both of us, the kind of surrender that’s really a choice.
I feel her cunt tighten around me, the pressure so strong, so erratic, that I nearly cum there and then. She releases with small shakes, her whole body jolting with pleasure. And that's when my brother looks at me with an unmistakable request: my turn.