Chapter 20 Presley
Presley
There, buried in my heart, was a wound that I refused to acknowledge.
I knew exactly what I was doing, and I wasn’t too proud to do it.
Every waking moment that I wasn’t distracting myself in some way was riddled with thoughts about Adrian, about Scotty’s betrayal.
I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that I had the twins back in my life because my heart was heavy with worry.
I knew it was some form of grief. I just couldn’t pinpoint which thing was causing me so much heartbreak.
Was it the murder I’d been forced to commit?
The blood on my hands due to my proximity to Adrian, or the fact that my entire childhood had been made up of strings, tugged and knotted by Scotty’s fingers.
Each time I toiled with the answer, I’d feel despair, and all I’d want to do was sink into a ball and cry.
I was so fucking angry.
The twins offered an outlet for me that I wasn’t too proud to take advantage of. They owed me this distraction after taking my virginity as if it were merely a trading card they stole and wanted to brag about. They owed me for breaking me too many times to even count.
So as Gio carried me into the barn, I reveled in it.
The doors closed behind us with a kick from Gio’s boot, and he continued toward the bed.
Gio laid me down gently on the cool covers, and I hated how gentle he was.
I needed there to be a disconnection between us, like there was with Kingston last night, when I had slapped him multiple times and he’d taken me rough after prying secrets from me.
Gio’s lips were on mine seconds later, but he moved down my body quickly, removing clothing as he went. My shirt went, then my bra and jeans, until I was just in my underwear. His fingers moved over my pubic bone and slowly over the fabric of my thong.
“Did you ever clean up the mess my brother made last night?” he asked with a husky voice.
He wore a band T-shirt with threadbare jeans and unlaced boots.
The way the graying sky spilled in through the small window above the barn loft made his eyes a silver blue.
That wound deep in my heart throbbed with an itch to run my fingers through his hair and trace his jaw.
I wanted to ask how these months have treated him.
How he fared after the humbling experience with his aunt, and how he was forced to heel.
Instead, I ignored my pain and spread my legs. “I didn’t.”
His fingers hooked under the thin band at my hipbone. “Filthy, Elvis. Such a filthy, fucking mess.” He pressed a kiss to my stomach and then my belly button.
“Well, you aren’t getting your cunt licked then, because I’m not touching my brother’s cum. But why don’t you get my cock nice and ready to make that mess inside you.”
My thighs clenched tightly together at his command. He stepped back, tugging his shirt over his head, then unfastening his jeans so they parted, revealing his black boxers.
Curling my fingers around the band at his waist, I tugged it down until his swollen length popped free.
Tan with a purple hue, his length had protruding veins along the long shaft.
He was already weeping at the tip as I ran my thumb over him.
Without wasting any more time, I wrapped my fist around his thick base and leaned closer to allow him to skim over my tongue.
My eyes flew up as I watched Gio groan and tilt his hips forward, which had him sliding deeper inside my mouth. Gagging the smallest amount, I started to pull back only to have Gio hold my head in place. He then slowly fucked my throat. “So good, Elvis.”
My eyes watered as they tried to connect with his, but his head was tipped back as satisfied moans erupted from him.
It encouraged me to hold him tighter while moving my mouth over him.
I sucked and licked, and with each pass, he’d pull me closer, suffocating me only to release and pull out of my mouth completely.
“Seems like you’re already making a mess, Elvis.” His thumb swiped at some spit that remained after he’d pulled out.
“I want you to bounce on my cock while you face the door.”
He was doing this on purpose, but I had a feeling Gio had watched Kingston and me last night, so whatever game the twins were playing, I didn’t mind being at the center of it.
Standing from the bed, I waited for Gio to sit, and then I settled between his spread thighs.
His fingers pushed my thong to the side as he pulled me down onto his slick length.
The adjustment was slow at first, the spreading of his heavy cock inside my tight center, but I eased onto it.
Gio was bigger than Kingston by a marginal amount; it made sucking his dick a lot of work, but when he stretched my ass or pussy, it was a bit of an adjustment.
Gio hissed while wrapping my hair around his fist, and then with my palms down on his thighs, I began to rock back and forth over him.
The sensation felt incredible, the way his length filled every sensitive place inside me.
My belly swooped and heated until a moan slipped from my lips and I began moving at my own pace.
“That’s it, Elvis.” He palmed my breasts, kneading them while lifting his hips to push his length further inside of me. “Bounce on my cock.”
I did as he said, fully acclimated to his girth, and I slid against him, desperate for my release as the feel of his cock stoked a fire inside me.
Our moaning was nearly in sync as his hips canted briskly and his hands came to my waist, holding me in place.
It was when his pace quickened that my jaw went slack and a silent scream seemed to erupt from my chest. My first orgasm slammed into me with a force so intense that when the door to the barn opened, I didn’t stop begging.
“Faster, Gio. I need…I need—”
“You’re leaving a ring of cream around my cock, Elvis. I’ll make sure you get another orgasm, just relax and keep bouncing.”
My eyes flicked back up, seeing that Kingston had come inside and shut the door. My mouth was still gaping as another orgasm continued to build, and my nails dug into Gio’s jeans. He spoke filthy things behind me, while pulling my hair, forcing my chin to raise toward the ceiling.
Kingston wasn’t moving closer, but he also didn’t stop watching.
He wore the shirt I had slipped into last night, a deep burgundy T-shirt with black jeans and thick soled boots.
His hair was askew, and the way he stared with those deep amber eyes had a thrill shooting off inside me.
Just knowing he was looking and that he might walk over and touch me.
With my eyes locked on King, I rotated my hips, grinding them harder against Gio’s lap, and I was still desperate for friction, so I used my fingers to rub over my clit.
Kingston chided from his place in the corner. “You’re going to make her use her own hand, brother?”
Gio didn’t stop, but he did slap my hand away and replaced my ministrations with his own. I saw King smile as he watched his twin’s fingers move over my clit while his cock slid in and out of me.
“Presley, you’re making me hard,” Kingston said with a sigh as if this were a problem. I heard Gio grunt some curse from behind me, but my eyes were on the other twin across the room, who was now pulling his cock out. He used his fist to rub over the tip and then down the long length.
It made me move faster over Gio’s length, while my thighs clenched, and I felt like I was about to come again. Kingston stepped closer, with his dick in his hand, his eyes burning while they watched me, and right as he got in front of my face, he stood completely still.
Each time I bounced or moved forward, my cheek would skim the silky head of Kingston’s cock.
His tip was wet, so with each pass, a mess of liquid would be left behind on my face.
Having them both touch me again had my insides melting and my core clenching so much that I began crying out as another orgasm slammed into me.
Gio must have found his release shortly after, based on how he froze under me.
Kingston gripped my chin and locked his gaze with mine.
I knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t outright saying it, so I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue so that the velvet tip of his cock slowly slid over my taste buds.
He stroked my jaw, then released a deep groan as ropes of white cum began coating my open mouth and face.
“Now that’s a fucking mess,” Kingston rasped while catching his breath.
Gio shifted me, so I was leaving his lap, as he pulled out of me. “King, I fucking told you not to interfere.”
“I didn’t.” Kingston shrugged.
Gio glanced at my face. “Really?”
“You both were in my room, fucking on my bed. Forgive me for taking out my dick and walking over to ejaculate.”
“I didn’t interfere last night,” Gio complained.
King smirked while moving to the dresser to pull out a rag. He brought it over to me and gently began cleaning up my face before addressing his brother again.
“And no one told you not to. If I see you two having sex in the house or barn, I’m going to assume you’re either open to sharing or I can, at the minimum, release all over her face.”
A year ago, I would have worried about them fighting or arguing over me. I would have been concerned for both brothers’ feelings and how the tension would affect us. Now I simply didn’t care.
They weren’t concerned about how it would make me feel when they fucked me, and then said those horrible things to me. When they made me feel stupid for loving them, stupid for always falling for them. I ignored their arguments and continued to clean myself up. I needed to shower and pack.
Right as I stood from the bed, I heard the brothers go silent.
“Presley?” Kingston called for me.
I didn’t turn around until I got to the door, and then I glanced over my shoulder.
“Can you please let me know when everyone is ready to leave? I’d like to get going as soon as possible.”