Chapter 15 #2
I sank my teeth into the side of his neck, and that was what did it.
He shuddered and froze, his muscles tensing, the veins in his arms bulging, and Marta gulped him down like she was starving for him.
His pleasure became my pleasure. His explosion echoed deep inside my chest, down to my bone marrow, and when his cum settled in her stomach, I knew her contentment like it was my own.
When she finally let him go, she smiled up at both of us, a little drip of his cum sliding down her chin.
And fuck, I couldn’t resist. I took the back of her neck, guided her up, and licked the rest of him up, swallowing down the salty leftovers.
I’d given head thousands of times. I’d tasted cum from countless men.
But Wes mixed with Marta’s essence was the sweetest ambrosia I’d ever had the privilege of tasting.
Pulling back from her mouth, I weaved my hands into the hair at the base of her neck and tilted her head up so she had to stare at me, her eyes still unfocused and blissed out.
“You,” I growled and pressed a tender kiss to her mouth, “are such a naughty girl.”
“The ritual didn’t require any of this,” she said with a sly grin. “You wanted it. Because you’ve always wanted it.”
“And you wanted it too, huh?” I shook my head and licked my lips. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Immensely.” She didn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed.
Good.
I like my partners unashamed.
Wes regained his composure and stepped next to me, eyeing our witch with mischief behind his gaze.
“Take off your dress,” he snarled. “Get on the ground. Knees up. Legs spread.”
Fuck. Yes.
“What?” She widened her eyes. “No, we don’t have to—”
“If you think we’re letting you get away without seeing that adorable come face you make, you’re sorely mistaken.” Wes raised an eyebrow.
“Are you going to play nice?” I asked. “Or do I have to make Wes spank you to get you to listen?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
I let her go with a little shove and glanced at my brother, who tilted one side of his mouth into a grin. He wanted it. She wanted it. And even if I was certain I’d feel every single one, I’d had a red ass before. It might even make my dick harder (if that were possible).
Wes moved toward her to grab her, but she held up her hands and laughed.
“Okay, okay,” she said and slipped out of her pale dress, shoving the fabric to the ground and stepping out of it.
God, she was perfect, like every part of her had been designed to tempt me.
She lowered herself to the grass and bent her legs, spreading them wide enough for me to see the glisten on her cunt.
She was just as turned on as we were, and sucking us off had gotten her there.
“Look at that, brother,” I said, slinging an arm over Wes’s shoulders. “The little witch likes having our cocks in her mouth.”
“Did you like drinking our cum, too?” Wes laughed at her shiver. Clearly, she did.
“Answer him,” I said.
She took a deep breath and let it out on a shaky, “Yes.”
“There’s a good girl,” Wes said, patting me on the stomach. “Wait until you taste her cunt. You haven’t devoured anything sweet until you’ve tried her.”
“Hmm, don’t mind if I do.” I knelt between her legs and trailed kisses down her inner thigh, laughing when she trembled harder.
I did it to the other side as Wes circled to lower himself by her shoulders.
Just as I leaned into kiss her clit, he licked her nipple, and she arched off the ground.
One of her hands tunneled through my hair while the other grabbed his, holding us to her.
I took that as a sign to keep going. I shifted myself around so I was lying on the ground with my legs out behind me, settling in to feast on her. And when I licked through her wet heat, she moaned and mumbled something that sounded like, “Fuck, that feels good.”
Wes whispered to her while he alternated sucking and lapping at her tits, but I went to work between her legs.
I found the spot that made her hiss and lavished attention on it until she shook, nearly on the verge of climax.
But no, she wouldn’t get off that easy. I sucked her entire cunt into my mouth, swirling her before going back to that sensitive spot again.
She grew wetter, the taste of her arousal making me rock my hips on the ground, seeking friction.
But it wasn’t enough. I ached to touch myself, but I had to make her come on my face.
Like Wes, I sensed everything I was doing to her.
When I flicked my tongue over her clit, the tip of my cock throbbed.
When Wes ran his hand down her stomach and up to her throat, it was like he circled mine.
And when I stuck a finger inside her, it was like someone had rubbed up against my prostate, massaging me from the inside.
The whole experience set my skin on fire, and as I continued to devour her, Wes traced her lean curves with his lips.
He ravished her while I took from her, murmuring sweet nothings against her pussy.
I stuck a second finger inside her, coaxing her from the inside while I lapped at her outside, relishing her delicious taste, covering myself in her distinctive cherry scent.
Wes amped up his attention to her nipples while I escalated on her cunt, and then she tensed, reaching her own orgasm. She tightened her grip on my hair, her thighs clamping around my head, her pelvis pushing off the ground as she moaned, and the waves of her ecstasy rolled through me.
Fuck, it was fantastic, and I shot another load on the grass under me, surprising myself. I had never done that before.
Wes looked up with a huge smile, nodding toward me. “Did you just paint the grass?”
I hung my head and laughed. “Don’t bring the attention to me. This is about her.”
“Right,” Wes said, rising on his knees to scoot down next to me. “My turn. Move.”
“What?” Marta lifted her head and gasped. “No, I’m too sensitive. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, sweet girl,” he said, putting a hand on her stomach to lay her back down. “I know you can.”
She whimpered but did as he asked, and I crawled up her body, peppering kisses on her torso as I went, licking off blood and sweat.
When I got to her mouth, she moaned into the touch, licking at my lips like she was trying to get her taste off me.
I let her. I kissed her and touched her with free abandon, memorizing the image of Wes’s head between her legs and the feel of her breathy sighs on my skin.
We worked her through it. Wes ate her out like he was starved, and I sucked her neck, her tits, her mouth like they were my only lifeline to reality. When she came again, she rocked into Wes’s face, and I swallowed down her cries, consuming them and praying it would always be like this.
Now that I’d lived it, I never wanted it to stop. I’d just come twice in a row, and still I wanted more. My cock ached painfully, and I squeezed the tip with my free hand, trying to stave off another embarrassing combustion.
“Atlas,” Wes said, drawing my attention back to him. “Get down here.”
I didn’t question it. I just went, my body compelled by his command.
“Wes,” Marta murmured. “Atlas. It’s not supposed to be like this… It’s not…”
Wes spread her knees wider, exposing her to both of us. The sight of her dripping in front of us, slick with want and need, made me groan.
“Together?” I asked.
He nodded. “Together.”
“You think she can handle it?” I raised an eyebrow at him while I lifted one of her knees over my shoulder.
“She can handle anything,” Wes said. “She’s our good girl, our sweet little sin. You want it, don’t you?”
Marta sobbed and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I want it.”
“There ya go.” Wes trailed kisses down her thigh while I settled myself on the ground again, anticipation twisting in my gut.
When our tongues met at her cunt, she rolled against the touch, and my mouth touched Wes’s, and the combination of the three of us turned the boil in my blood to an inferno.
We alternated sucking and licking, battling for control of her pussy.
Our tongues ricocheted across my cock, like the affection was focused on me instead of her, but fuck, that made it even hotter.
Eating her out with my brother was the most erotic thing I’d ever done.
He stuck a finger inside her first, his fist bumping my chin.
Not to be outdone, I put my hand under his and fucked her with my fingers, too.
We worked in sync, sliding in and out and in and out together, massaging her, working her into a delirium.
“Fuck, I’m close,” she said. “I’m so close. Just like that.”
Wes and I sucked her together, smashing our faces to get more of her.
Always more. I spread her open wider, pushing her knee out to the side so there would be room.
But that didn’t help. We worshipped her, our witch, the tension growing inside her.
It pulsed out of her, into me, and out of me into Wes before going back into her.
It rebounded between the three of us, going on and on until she finally broke.
She came with such a force that it coated our faces and hands, drenching us in her orgasm. I came again, my cock shuddering through the third climax with an exhausted sigh, spilling myself into the grass while I finished her off, lapping and swallowing everything she gave us.
“No more,” she said with a hoarse throat, pushing our heads away. “No more. Please.”
I rolled off to my side and stared at the starlit sky, panting down the excitement of the ritual, knowing I could go again. This indestructible need inside me hadn’t been satisfied by what we’d done, and I wondered what it would take to make it go away.
Would it ever go away?
Or had we just kicked open a bees’ nest that would drag us down into its stinging hell?