CHAPTER SIXTEEN || DANIEL #3
Then I took Lee back in my mouth. The head of Hunter’s cock brushed against my slicked-up hole.
He pushed in and there was an instant of pain as my body relaxed to allow him to enter me. Then, going carefully, he gripped my hips and went all the way in, filling me up, stretching me around him.
The sensation of the twins both buried deep inside me was pure bliss.
“So good,” Lee murmured, as I picked up my pace, bobbing up and down on his cock.
Hunter began pounding into me, gentle at first and then going harder, taking me apart with every thrust, his hands pinning me in place.
Lee gripped my shoulder. “I’m close. I don’t want to come yet.”
I didn’t want that either. I pulled off and then moaned again as Hunter continued plowing into me with devastating strokes. I was desperate for friction, but I couldn’t take my hands off the bed or else I’d lose my balance. I was completely at Hunter’s mercy.
Then Lee winked at me. Before I even understood what he was about to do, he slid down, off the bed, climbing under me.
A moment later, his warm, wet mouth closed around my cock again.
I groaned with the combined pleasure of Hunter inside me, his cock rubbing against the pleasure spot deep inside me, and Lee’s mouth on me, deep-throating my aching hardness.
“Fuck!” Hunter roared, his pace quickening. Then, with one last thrust, I felt the swell of his cock stretching me, and the warmth of his seed spilling into me as he groaned in release.
I held perfectly still as Hunter pulled out of me.
Lee slipped out from between my legs, and a moment later, I felt another hard cock lining up with my loosened hole.
Lee slid into me without hesitation, picking up right where Hunter had left off, as if he somehow knew I needed this—I needed to be fucked until there wasn’t a single thought left in my head. His strokes were deep, deliberate, and forceful. Exactly the way he knew I loved it.
My hands gripped the bedspread, and I let the filthy noises of sheer pleasure escape my lips.
Then I felt movement beneath me. I glanced down to find Hunter beneath me. He flashed me a devilish grin. Then he took my cock in his mouth.
I let out a sharp gasp. Lee’s grip tightened on my hips, holding me steady so his twin could service me while he fucked me.
Hunter was identical to Lee, but somehow his mouth still felt different from his twin. Whereas Lee was deliberate and generous, Hunter was voracious, swallowing me all the way down his warm, tight throat.
Lee tensed up behind me, his grip tightening. With a cry, he thrust deeper inside me.
His cock swelled and more warmth filled me.
Him breeding me was enough to send me over the edge as well and I let out an agonized moan. Pleasure so intense it was nearly painful rocketed up my spine. My pelvis tightened and I shot rope after rope of seed down Hunter’s throat.
When I was finished, Hunter pulled off me. He took my cock in his hand, stroking me to work out the last drop of cum and dragging another shuddering gasp from my lips, then licked the head.
Lee pulled out gently and Hunter stood up, kissing me in a dirty, open-mouthed way, so that I could taste myself on his tongue.
After we’d gotten ourselves cleaned up—Lee went to get towels for us, while Hunter kissed me—we collapsed into the bed together in a tangle of limbs and bliss, all three of us completely spent.
The twins, contented and exhausted, both fell asleep almost immediately. I lay between them, wide awake in the early morning hours, even though I didn’t want to be.
Hunter’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath warm and even against the back of my neck. Lee was facing me, one hand resting on my chest over my heart, his expression soft and open in sleep.
No matter what else did or didn’t happen, if I cast the reversal spell, the man in their place wouldn’t be them anymore. I would lose them—I would lose this—forever.
I stared at the ceiling for a long time, the guilt settling over me like a second skin. Because I should have told them tonight. I should have told them before this perfect, shining moment of intimacy, before they both fell asleep in my arms, trusting me.
I had promised them no more secrets. No more lies. Could I be worthy of their trust? Could I really do the right thing, no matter how much it hurt?
Why was I so afraid of letting myself say and do the thing that needed to be done, and letting the chips fall wherever they may? Why was I so sure I couldn’t survive it? That I wasn’t strong enough?
But I already knew the answer to that question, didn’t I?
Ever since the moment my family had placed the geas on me, my life had been an object lesson in powerlessness. I had never been capable of the courage and inner strength it took to face down my demons head-on. I had always allowed life to happen to me.
I was weak. A coward. That was the truth.
But was I ready to be strong and brave enough to do the right thing now? For the men I loved more than I loved myself? Was I willing to risk everything?
With no good answers for myself, I closed my eyes, letting sleep finally drag me under.