14. Finleigh
Finleigh
I must be insane, teasing two men with a half-naked, bruised, and battered body when I don’t even remember our first time together.
Yet somehow, it seems right in a way that hasn’t for too long.
When their hands are on me, I feel nothing but safe.
It’s hard to believe they would hurt me when they’ve been so patient thus far.
“You keep teasing like that, and we’re going to cash in.” Brute prowls behind me, trying not to grab me but allowing me the space and time to have my own fun.
“Maybe I want you to.” Shooting a coy look over my shoulder, he bares his teeth like an animal and reaches for the back of the sling on my arm.
“Stop running then.” He removes the harness and carefully lifts the sweater over my head, leaving me entirely nude.
“Maybe I like the chase.” Flirting comes naturally until an image flashes of the horrifying chase I did experience, and my mood shifts.
“Hey, don’t do that,” Axl says as he removes his boots. “Just because it happened, doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it in a safe setting. With us.” The pointed look he gives me spreads heat through my body, and the panic subsides.
“Safe,” I whisper more to myself. A reminder that with them, I am.
“Completely safe,” Brute reassures me. His finger touches my chest like the wind, barely there until it’s trailing down the middle of my body.
“With you.” Walking backwards towards the bed, they both match my steps, not leaving much room between us.
Axl twirls a lock of my hair in his finger. “Only us.” I love the possessiveness they have over me. Were they like this for our weekend? I kind of hope they were.
My heart rate accelerates as they begin removing the rest of their clothes, showcasing hard bodies covered in ink, scars, and muscles. There’s too much for me to explore right now, but a scar on Brute’s chest—a knife wound, I think—travels from his right shoulder down to his left hip.
I gently touch the puckered skin and recall what he told me about it. “Machete.” Drawing my finger to the bottom, my eyes meet his. “Territory fight with some thugs two years ago.” Amazed by that much of the memory, I get frustrated that there’s nothing else.
“That’s right. Was nearly sliced in half.”
“Axl held you together.” His warm body steps up to my back, hands on my hips.
“Would do it again.” My body shivers and pulses with the warmth of his breath on the side of my throat.
Resting back against Axl, my hand remains on Brute’s chest, and I slide my leg up his naked thigh. Tickled by the thick hair rubbing the inside of mine.
Their hands roam across my body, their touches light, taking their time to bring me into the moment and away from the harsh light of day.
Closing my eyes, flashbacks of sweaty nights, hot moans, and exploding pleasure crackle through my synapses, and I gasp at the recall of them both taking me together.
“Again,” I moan. “Like before. Both of you; I want it again.” Double groans of pleasure echo around the room, and when my eyes open, I get drunk on pleasure from them watching and touching me. “Please.” A whimper bursts when fingers brush between my legs, leaving me wanting more.
“We’ll do anything you like,” Brute says, a warning in his tone.
“Being inside of you at the same time might mean we can’t stop.
” He sits on the edge of the bed as Axl picks me up to straddle Brute’s body.
“Even if you ask.” His serious gaze makes breathing difficult.
Not because I’m afraid but because I’m so damn excited.
“I won’t,” I vow.
“You might,” Axl warns.
I don’t give in. “I’m in this moment with you.
My body is begging to have you both.” Their concern is valid, and I understand, but there’s nothing I want more than my pussy filled by the two of them.
My body is living in the memory of the first time we did it, and I’m vibrating with the need for it again.
“Please.” On the verge of tears, they give in and nod.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Brute demands, the sweet lover long gone. He’s the alpha I grew to crave over that weekend and for months after.
Axl remains quiet behind me as he manipulates my body into the position they desire—lowering me onto Brute’s thick length. The first heated touch causes a gasp; my whole body lights up for them.
“More.” Begging is something I’ll do a lot for them. There’s no shame about it, either.
A hand travels up my back, digging into my skin with firm pressure, keeping me aware of their presence at all times. When that same hand tangles in my hair, I hiss from a sting of pain because of my head wound and the healing stitches.
“Breathe, princess,” Axl’s voice rumbles in my ear like the sound of his Harley, and I let a moan slip free as I slide farther down Brute’s cock.
“So big,” I whisper, loving the full feeling.
“That’s what you said last time.” Axl’s sinister laugh makes Brute growl at him.
“Hurry the fuck up. My dick is remembering how addictive this pussy is, and it ain’t going to last much fucking longer.” The tips of his fingers dig into my hips as he forces himself not to move.
“Why do you think I’m taking so fucking long? I don’t want this over before it even begins.” Axl sounds half tortured as he draws a finger down my spine until he reaches my ass. Gripping the globes in each palm, he squeezes and massages, lifting me up and down gently on Brute’s dick.
“Take me,” my voice cracks as Brute latches onto my neck, biting and sucking like he’s marking me as his mate.
Brute’s body scoots back on the bed as he lowers us to lie down flat, making room for Axl to join us.
Closing my eyes to savor the moment and rely on the feel of them, my body goes weightless, almost otherworldly, observing from somewhere above as they feed my body the ecstasy only they can provide.
Axl has complete control of our bodies as he uses my ass cheeks to fuck me up and down Brute’s dick, which just seems to keep swelling. I grow fuller with every passing moment until he finally stops Axl with a growl and a harsh curse.
“Get in this pussy, or I’m fucking her without you.” The warning only makes Axl chuckle again. He seems to enjoy riling Brute up in and out of the bedroom.
“Oh, I’m coming, but I won’t last any longer than you are once our dicks touch inside her overly tight cunt. Think she’ll ever loosen up for us?” His lips touch the bottom of my spine before finally feeling the head of his dick join Brute’s.
There’s a second, fleeting as it is, where I worry they won’t fit. Or they’ll re-injure me. It’s gone before I can even voice a concern because white-hot heat flashes through my veins with sublime energy, leaving me breathless and locked in a state of sensuality that has overtaken common sense.
“Oh god!” My body explodes with a couple of thrusts. Their pressure within me is too much, too fast. I go limp between them as my body twitches and buzzes with illicit delight, becoming a vessel for them. For their own joy.
“Not God, princess, Brute and Axl,” I’m warned by one or maybe both of them. My ears are ringing, and I can’t think straight because one orgasm turns into two, and soon I’m just their sex toy.
A hand massages my breast before tweaking a nipple, drawing a moan out of me, then moving on to the next. It’s nearly more than I can handle. Everything hurts in all the right ways, and I can’t latch onto a single thought as they glide in and out of me.
Lost in their embrace, I float in what feels like paradise. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Brute grips my head, one hand in my hair, the other on the back of my neck as he pins me in place.
“Not yet,” Axl growls at him, slipping a hand between our bodies and pinching my clit until my walls ripple around them again. “She’s close,” he grunts into my hair.
“Fucking hell, princess, come with us. Give us that sweetness.” Brute’s demand sets me off again, and I cry out into his chest as they release inside of me.
Sweaty, exhausted, and feeling safer than I have my entire life, I slacken between them as they praise me, covering what flesh they can in kisses and love bites.
“Could live inside this pussy forever,” Axl mutters into my ear before slowly drawing back, making us all groan.
“That ass is calling my name.” Brute slides a hand down my back, slipping a finger between my cheeks and pushing in.
I’m too exhausted to protest, but my body lights up at the new sensation.
“Oh fuck, she likes that.” My pussy flutters around his softening dick, and most likely before the night is over, I’ll have his cock in my ass.
“Take it,” Axl dares. “She’s not saying no to you.
Fucking take her.” His voice grows darker with each word, and a coil of fear slithers through my belly until my eyes open to see him staring at me.
I feel my nod at the unspoken question in his gaze.
“Yeah, bro, fucking take that princess ass. She wants you fucking her until she’s leaking with your cum. ”
Sliding me off of him, Brute snatches a pillow from the top of the bed and lifts my lower body, placing it under my hips so I’m cocked up how he wants and not squashing my belly.
“Perfect little ass, ripe for the taking,” Brute says to the sounds of him jacking his dick as Axl moves to stretch my tight hole and offer it up like a prize, making me squirm.
My body begins to ache, and when my head turns towards them, they share a look before Axl asks, “You still good?”
Taking in the desire on Brute’s face, the hardness in his jaw, the ticking vein in his temple, and the tense way he stands behind me, I can’t say no, so my head nods up and down.
Axl holds my cheeks wide as Brute rubs his length across my ass, warming me up to the feeling of him there.
“Have I done this before?” I whisper.
“Nope.” Brute grins, his teeth flashing white as he licks his lips. “I’ll be your first.” That obviously brings him pleasure.
Pushing his head through the tight ring of muscle, my eyes close, and the various sensations quickly pinpoint in my ass until he’s seated all the way in.
Axl lies back, and I catch a quick look of him rubbing his length as he watches Brute glide in and out of me, gradually at first. Allowing me time to become used to this new feeling.
“Ooooo,” I mewl. It’s a heady mix of pleasure and pain. Addicting, harsh, delectable. “I like it.” Brute grins at my gasped confession.
“Good, because I’m going to need inside this ass a hell of a lot more now.” He says this like a warning, a delectable threat. One I happily accept.
“Goddamn, Ax, you need to feel this. Fuck, I’m going to come again, you ready?” He’s staring hard at his friend, who nods as he grips his dick tightly.
Axl gets to his feet just as Brute pulls out, sliding his cock in before the muscles retighten. I groan as Brute’s release spurts across my back while Axl thrusts in and out until the pleasure builds to a height where I scream out my own orgasm, leaving me completely exhausted and unable to move.
It doesn’t take long for Axl to begin pounding harder, faster, as he races to a climax, imitating Brute and pulling out to mix their essences while groaning through his release.
I’m drained, and don’t comprehend anything until I’m moved up the bed after having my back and ass cleaned off, where I drowse in and out of consciousness.