Chapter 48 Ace #2
“Patience,” I warn, delivering a sharp slap to her inner thigh that leaves a pink handprint. “Good girls wait until they’re told.”
Cyrus adds a third finger, stretching her ass wider. “Almost ready for my cock,” he says.
I watch over Keira’s body as Cyrus positions himself, the head of his cock pressing against her prepared entrance. He pushes forward with deliberate slowness, and Keira’s mouth falls open in a silent scream as he breaches her.
“That’s it,” Cyrus groans, sliding deeper. “Take all of me.”
I move up her body, straddling her chest. Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with arousal and submission.
“Open,” I command, pressing my cock against her lips. “Suck me like a good girl while he fills your ass.”
Her mouth opens obediently, and I push inside the wet heat. Her tongue swirls around my length as Cyrus establishes a rhythm behind her.
“That’s right,” I grip her hair, controlling her movements. “Take me deeper. Show me how much you need both your holes filled.”
I watch Keira’s body tense between us, her back arching as Cyrus drives her closer to the edge. His fingers circle her clit while his cock stretches her ass, and I can read the signs of her impending climax in the flush spreading across her chest, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
“Come for us,” Cyrus demands, his voice rough with desire. “Show us you’re ready to take both of us.”
Keira shatters with a broken cry, her muscles contracting around Cyrus as pleasure overtakes her. Even in her release, her eyes find mine, holding my gaze with startling intimacy.
“She’s ready,” Cyrus announces once her tremors subside. “Turn her on her side.”
We reposition her with practiced efficiency, Cyrus lying on his back and guiding Keira to rest on her side facing him.
He manipulates her leg, bending it at the knee to open her further, then positions his slick cock back at her entrance.
With a controlled thrust, he slides inside her again, eliciting a deep moan from them both.
“Ace,” Keira whispers, reaching back for me. “Please. I need you too.”
I move behind her, aligning myself with where Cyrus already stretches her. Applying more lubricant, I press the head of my cock against her entrance alongside my brother’s. The tight resistance makes me pause.
“Breathe,” I instruct Keira, feeling her struggle to relax.
As I push forward, breaching her alongside Cyrus, the sensation is overwhelming. Not just the impossible tightness of her body, but the unmistakable feeling of my cock sliding against Cyrus’s inside her ass.
My chest presses against Keira’s back, my arm wrapping around to hold her steady as Cyrus and I establish a tentative rhythm. My hand inadvertently brushes against Cyrus’s chest, and I feel a jolt of awareness that has nothing to do with Keira.
Our eyes meet over her shoulder, something unspoken passing between us as we move in unison inside her. Cyrus’s hand finds mine on Keira’s hip, our fingers momentarily tangling before separating again.
The friction of Cyrus’s cock against mine inside Keira’s tight ass sends shockwaves through my body. Every nerve ending ignites as we establish a brutal rhythm, our bodies slick with sweat.
“Look at you,” I growl against Keira’s ear, “taking both our cocks in this greedy little hole. Such a perfect fucking slut for us.”
Cyrus grips her thigh harder, spreading her wider. “You were made for this. Made to be stuffed full of our cocks.”
Keira’s body trembles between us, her moans growing more desperate with each synchronized thrust. I reach around to rub her clit, feeling her clench impossibly tighter around us.
“Please,” she begs, her voice breaking. “Fill me up. I need your cum.”
“You hear that, brother?” I lock eyes with Cyrus over her shoulder. “Our little slut wants us to breed her ass.”
“Gonna pump you so fucking full,” Cyrus promises, his rhythm faltering as he approaches his climax.
The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls drawing tight. The dual sensation of Keira’s incredible tightness and Cyrus’s cock sliding against mine becomes too much.
“I’m going to cum,” I warn, my fingers digging into Keira’s hip hard enough to bruise.
“Together,” Cyrus commands, his eyes never leaving mine.
We thrust in perfect unison three more times before Cyrus groans, his body tensing. The pulsing of his cock against mine triggers my own release, and I empty myself alongside him, filling Keira’s ass with our combined seed.
Keira climaxes between us, her body convulsing as we continue to pump her full.
When the last aftershocks subside, I carefully withdraw, watching as our cum begins to leak from her abused hole.
“My turn first,” Cyrus says, repositioning Keira onto her hands and knees.
He spreads her cheeks apart, exposing her glistening hole, then lowers his mouth to her entrance. His tongue delves inside, lapping at our combined release as Keira whimpers above him.
“Fuck, you taste good mixed with our cum,” Cyrus groans, his tongue working deeper.
When he’s had his fill, he looks up at me. “Your turn, brother.”
I take his place behind Keira, spreading her wide and diving in without hesitation. The taste of Keira mixed with our essence is intoxicating. I thrust my tongue deep, savoring every drop as she pushes back against my face.
When I pull back from Keira, we’re all breathless, sweat-slicked, and trembling. I watch as she collapses onto the mattress, her body spent and glistening. Cyrus and I follow, one on each side of her, our limbs entangled in a tangle of exhausted satisfaction.
We lie there for several moments, just breathing together. The weight that’s been crushing my chest since Keira’s abduction finally lifts. She’s here. She’s safe. Between us, where she belongs.
I lean in first, pressing my lips to hers with uncharacteristic gentleness. Not the consuming hunger I usually unleash on her mouth, but something softer—reverent almost. Her lips are swollen from our earlier roughness, yet she responds with equal tenderness, her hand coming up to cradle my jaw.
When I pull back, Cyrus takes my place, kissing her with the same careful adoration. His eyes close as he lingers against her mouth, speaking volumes without words. Where our bodies just claimed her with primal force, these kisses reclaim her with something deeper.
“Ours,” Cyrus murmurs against her lips.
“Always,” she whispers back, her fingers tangling with mine on her stomach.
I press my face into her neck, inhaling her scent mixed with ours. For the first time in my life, I can see beyond the next kill, the next mission. I can envision mornings drinking coffee together, evenings tangled on the couch. A future that doesn’t revolve around death.
Keira fits her body against mine while still holding Cyrus’s hand. The three of us connected by touch, by breath, by something I never thought possible for men like us.
“We can have this,” I say, the realization settling into my bones. “We can actually have this.”
Cyrus’s eyes meet mine over Keira’s head, and I see my own certainty reflected there. We’ve always survived together—now we can live together.