Chapter 2 #2
Janey whimpers again, slick running down her inner thigh. I use my finger to collect it and coat my tongue with it, smiling, predatory and satisfied.
“That’s our girl, dripping for us.”
We guide her down onto a blanket. Brookes settles behind her, pulling her back against his chest so she’s half-reclining between his spread thighs.
Her body is luminous in darkness, her nakedness a stark contrast against Brookes’s plaid shirt and dark jeans.
I kneel in front of her, cock heavy and leaking in my fist.
“Open those pretty legs, Janey,” I say softly. “Let Brookes play with that greedy little pussy while you show me how well you can suck.”
She obeys, her thighs falling open, and the sight of her spread out, flushed, glistening, and caught between us, hits me straight in the chest and the dick at the same time.
This one night won’t be enough.
But we may not get another and that’s why we have to make Janey feel so good she can’t imagine going a single night without us playing with her lush body.
Brookes slides two broad fingers into her tight heat, curling them just right, and starts a slow, relentless rhythm that has her moaning around the head of my cock the second I feed it past her lips.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. “Just like that, sweetheart. Take us both. We’ve got you.”
Brookes works her open with those two thick fingers, curling them against that spot inside her that makes her hips jerk every time.
Janey’s moan vibrates around the head of my cock, warm and wet and so fucking eager it nearly undoes me right there.
She’s hungry, sucking me in with soft, clumsy pulls of her lips, tongue swirling, trying to figure out exactly what I like.
I groan and rock my hips, feeding her another inch. “Easy, pretty girl. That’s it… like that. Look at you, swallowing my cock while my brother fingers that sweet pussy. You’re doing so good for us. Such a good fucking girl for us.”
Her eyes flutter up to mine, glassy with need, lashes wet. The sight of her stretched between us, her mouth full of me, and her legs spread wide over Brookes’s thighs, makes my balls draw close.
Brookes keeps the pace torturously slow, scissoring his fingers to stretch her, thumb brushing feather-light over her swollen clit before pulling away every time her walls start to flutter.
“She’s so tight,” he murmurs against her ear, voice gravel-rough.
“Squeezing my fingers like she’s starving for cock.
You feel that, Janey? Feel how wet you’re getting?
Dripping all over my hand, making a mess on these blankets.
What’ll Wade say tomorrow when he finds the sticky puddle you’ve made? ”
Janey whimpers around me, the sound muffled and desperate. Her hips try to chase Brookes’s hand, but he holds her down with his free arm across her belly, keeping her right where we want her, edged and completely at our mercy.
I pull my cock from her mouth with a wet pop, stroking the slick length slowly so she can watch.
Strings of spit connect her swollen lips to the head.
“Not yet,” I tell her when she leans forward, chasing it.
“You don’t get to come until we say. And you don’t get to swallow until we’ve both had our fill of watching you fall apart. ”
I shift lower, settling between her spread thighs while Brookes keeps fingering her.
I lean in and lick a broad stripe up her pussy, tasting her fresh slick mixed with the faint salt of Brookes’s skin.
She cries out, thighs trying to close around my head, but Brookes hooks his legs over hers, holding her wide open.
“Watch, brother,” I say, my voice thick. “Watch how pretty she looks when she’s getting eaten.”
Brookes’s eyes are locked on where my tongue is working her with long, slow licks around her clit, then dipping inside her alongside his fingers. We move together like we’ve done this a hundred times: him stretching her, me teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves until her whole body is shaking.
“Please…” Janey sobs. “I’m so close—please, I can’t—”
“You can,” Brookes says calmly, adding a third finger and curling them harder. “You’re gonna hold it for us. Gonna be our perfect little toy tonight. Let us edge this pretty cunt until you’re crying.”
I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it fast with my tongue, then pull off completely as her thighs start to quake. She lets out a broken wail, her hips bucking uselessly.
“Good girl,” I praise, kissing her inner thigh, biting down gently so she feels the sting. “So fucking beautiful when you’re desperate.”
We trade places and Brookes moves between her legs, his mouth more patient. He tongue fucks her while I kneel beside her head, feeding her my cock again. This time I push deeper, hitting the back of her throat until her eyes water and she gags softly around me.
“Relax your throat, sweetheart,” I murmur, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it… fuck, yes. You’re perfect, Janey. Such a sweet, filthy girl.”
Brookes edges her twice more with his tongue and fingers, pulling back each time she gets close, until tears are spilling down her cheeks and she’s babbling nonsense around my cock.
When she’s shaking so hard I’m worried she’ll break apart, we finally give in.
Brookes pulls his fingers free with a wet sound and flips her onto her hands and knees on the blankets. I stretch out in front of her, guiding her mouth back down onto my cock while Brookes kneels behind her, lining up.
“You ready to get fucked, Janey?” he asks, rubbing the blunt head of his cock through her soaked folds. “Ready to take your first cowboy cock.”
He has no idea if she’s fucked a cowboy before, but it sounds so fucking horny, none of us care one way or another.
She nods frantically, moaning around me, sensing this might be when we finally let her come.
Brookes pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, groaning as her tight heat swallows him. “Jesus… so fucking tight. Gripping me like a vice. That’s it… take it all.”
The wet, filthy sounds of him bottoming out fill the barn. Janey’s moan vibrates down my shaft, making my hips jerk.
Brookes starts thrusting in deep, measured strokes, filling her with his huge cock that must be spreading her wide.
It rocks her forward onto my cock with every push.
We find a rhythm fast: him pounding into her from behind, me fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts, one hand tangled in her messy hair.
“Look at her,” I rasp, eyes locked on her puffy lips. “Taking both our cocks like she was made for it…”
“She's made for it,” Brookes says. “Made for us.”
I don’t think she hears him. Her whimpers are constant now. Her body is slick with sweat, ass rippling with every impact, pussy creaming around Brookes’s cock, squelching with every pump.
We edge her even now, with Brookes slowing when she gets too close, pulling almost all the way out until she’s whimpering and pushing back desperately. I do the same, pulling out of her mouth to rub my wet cock around her lips, making her beg with her eyes.
Only when she sobs with frustration do we finally let her have it.
“It’s time, Janey. Come for us, pretty girl,” I growl, sliding back into her mouth. “Come all over Brookes’s cock while you swallow me.”
Brookes reaches around and rubs her clit in tight circles. “Now, Janey. Let go.”
She shatters.
Her whole body seizes, pussy clamping down so hard Brookes curses. She screams around my cock, the sound vibrating through me as her orgasm traps her in a vice of pleasure. I hold her head and spill down her throat with a guttural groan, watching her swallow every drop like the brave girl she is.
Brookes follows right after, slamming deep and flooding her with hot pulses of come, hips grinding against her ass as he fills her up.
“You did so good, sweetheart,” I whisper against her hair. “Took everything we gave you.”
Brookes’s voice is low, satisfied. “So perfect, Janey. So. Damned. Perfect.”
She makes a soft, exhausted sound, half moan, half sigh, and nuzzles closer.
I already know we should have left when the party ended, but looking at Janey now, marked and claimed and still dripping with us, I can’t find a single ounce of regret.
One night was never going to be enough.
Not when she feels this right between us.
Not when the thought of having what my cousins have and sharing her every night settles in my mind like it belongs there.
I already know, deep in my bones, that this wild night was just the beginning.
She’s ours now.
Whether she’s ready to admit it or not.