27 #2
“You’re welcome,” he grunts, eyes never leaving my face. He is silent for a moment before he asks lowly, “This is what you want? This will make you feel good?”
My answer is pushed out through the bond in a deliberate wave of my excitement and desire for the act to come.
His response is instantaneous. “Fuck. Anything you want, Havoc.”
“Ready?” Cooper asks quickly, as if dying to sink back inside of me.
“Yes,” I snap impatiently.
“Right. Tell me if it hurts.” The pressure at my entrance increases as he cautiously starts to move forwards.
“Of course it will hurt,” I scoff.
He freezes.
Slowly, I glare over my shoulder. “I need you both inside me. Do not make me wait any longer. I do not care about the pain—I want it. I want to feel you.”
Hesitating only another moment, he gives in with a shaky breath blown out slowly.
“I will be fine. I want this kind of pain,” I emphasise. “It is like when you spank me.”
“He spanks you? Properly?” Tate grumbles, narrowing his eyes to glare viciously over my shoulder as if he is prepared to fight a war for me and win it single-handedly.
“Yes. I like it very much. Now shut up and fuck me.”
Squeezing my hip, Cooper murmurs, “Yes, Vengeance.” And then I know the meaning of true pressure as the thick head of him pushes into me.
Knowing he will stop if I let out my pained sound, I stay silent and press my face back into Tate’s neck, biting down hard.
Maybe I have overestimated my body’s capacity, its ability to take two extremely well-endowed men, but I simply do not care.
It burns as I am stretched open, yet it hurts nowhere near as much as the internal and external pain I have received from my father with each forced sexual interaction with him.
Neck extending, Tate lets out a rumbling sound of pleasure. “Fuuuuck, that’s good. Keep sinking those perfect teeth into me, Havoc.”
“Fucking gods, I’m not sure if I can fit, HC.” Cooper pauses for a moment, taking another breath. In contrast, Tate falls utterly silent and motionless, as if only just processing the new situation.
But I can feel his pleasure, even if he is still not happy about his cock being against another’s.
I sense he is more than happy to please me despite his own feelings about this, and I know he would not want to stop after he felt my excitement, even if I decided to tell him I do not need this if he cannot handle it.
I am becoming far too soft for caring about any possible mild discomfort within my Bonded.
“Dickhead, you’re crushing my cock,” my beast bites out in the next second, and I let out a groan somewhere between pleasure and anguish as Cooper starts to move again, pushing further into me.
And Tate may sound pissy, but I can hear the rapture in his deep voice as his length is pressed tighter to my walls as a result of his brother’s invasion.
“Says you,” Cooper retorts, though his words lose their bite as he battles with his own pleasure, breaths erratic and shallow. “You’re taking up too much space.”
“You’re just jealous my fat fucking cock can pleasure our girl better—”
“You are both incredibly long and thick. Stop arguing when you are supposed to be pleasing me,” I hiss, then return my teeth to Tate’s neck extra hard in punishment, which only results in him spasming inside of me, followed by Cooper’s muttered, “Fuck, that feels hella fucking weird.”
Rubbing my hip as he keeps sinking deeper and deeper, Cooper murmurs, “You still good? That feel good, Vengeance?”
Unlatching my teeth from Tate, I breathe, “It does.” And that is the truth. It is a pleasurable type of pain, and I will be needing this multiple times a week from now on.
“Shit.” Cooper’s hips jerk forwards, clearly hearing my unspoken words, and I gasp. “Fuck! I’m sorry, HC. Are you okay?”
He is buried all the way to the hilt now from his involuntary movement, and I throw out a near-delirious moan in confirmation.
He rasps, “Yeah? You like it that much? You like me and Tate fucking your tight little hole at the same time?”
“Yes. Yes, more. Move. In unison. Give me what I want.”
“Of course, Havoc.” Tate’s bleary hooded eyes briefly flick over my shoulder in silent communication, and then that thickness inside me starts to drag along my walls slowly as they both pull back almost to their tips in sync as I ordered them to.
“Oh, fuck,” my beast groans in time with my own long, low moan as they push back inside me together. “Havoc . . .”
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Cooper’s upper half leans closer to my back, where I can feel my skin is sticky from sweat. “You fucking adore being stuffed past your limit. Look at you . . .” His voice turns breathy towards the end, and a moment later, I understand why:
My hole stretched around two glistening cocks appears in my mind from Cooper’s point of view as he and my beast draw away again, and my breath hitches at the obscene sight.
Their cocks are swollen and harder than steel, and the display of them coated in me ties my stomach up into the best kind of knots.
“Can you fucking see that?” As he speaks, his finger joins the picture, pressing against my asshole.
“Cooper,” I groan, the sound muffled in Tate’s neck, which is vibrating with his own manic-like sounds of pleasure. After that image he has seen from my mind, any apprehensions are long gone, and I would say he is even more turned on than he was before Cooper joined him in my pussy.
“Yeah, you can,” Cooper answers his own question as his thumb pushes inside me, and he and Tate start to gain a rhythm, setting a faster pace.
His voice is strained as he says, “Watch us take you, Ezla. Watch how we fuck into you, how we come undone for you.” His increasingly dirty words have me far too close to coming again when I find that I want this to last for eternity.
“We’ll fill you up with us—with our cum—and you’ll watch as it overfills you and leaks down your thighs. ”
Oh, that is a sight to imagine.
I did not know he could be this filthy despite our previous times together, but I am far from complaining.
I wonder what else I will get to hear him say as he unravels for me?
“Fuck yes,” Tate hisses, falling out of sync with Cooper again as he ups his pace without my permission—or his, it seems—but I cannot bring myself to care.
My grumpy one goes with it, and the two of them are now seesawing back and forth, the speed of their thrusts steadily increasing.
“I want to see that, Havoc. Fuck, I want that so bad. That’s so fucking hot. ”