Chapter 14 #3
“Oh fuck!” The words barely made it past my lips before dissolving into incoherent sounds. The sensation of Troy’s cock filling me with brutal efficiency while Rhett’s tongue circled my clit was too much, too intense, too everything.
I tried to speak, tried to tell them how good it felt, but words wouldn’t form.
My brain had shut down, reduced to nothing but nerve endings firing in rapid succession.
All I could do was feel—Troy’s cock stretching me, Rhett’s tongue laving my clit, the obscene wet sounds of their combined efforts, the heat of their bodies surrounding me.
Troy’s grip on Rhett’s hair tightened, forcing him harder against me. “That’s it, baby. Make her come on my cock. I want to feel her squeeze me.”
Rhett moaned against my pussy, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system.
His tongue flattened against my clit, lapping faster as Troy maintained his punishing pace.
Troy’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached his own release.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. “You feel so fucking good, Aims.”
Rhett sucked harder on my clit, and I whimpered as my body convulsed under the onslaught, my pussy clamping down on Troy’s cock, making him groan. I watched his eyes roll back as he threw back his head with a roar, unloading into the condom with a deep, grinding thrust.
Before I could process what was happening, Troy was pulling out and tugging Rhett forward, positioning him between my legs.
“Your turn.” Troy guided Rhett’s cock to my entrance. “Fill her up, baby. Show her how good you can make her feel.”
Rhett entered me with a smooth thrust, groaning at the sensation. “So wet.” His eyes were glazed with pleasure. “So fucking perfect.”
Having Rhett inside me again while Troy controlled every thrust from behind him—I was so oversensitive that each stroke bordered on too much, the pleasure so sharp it was almost pain, and I wanted more of it, wanted them to wreck me completely.Troy tied off the condom and tossed it into the trash, then moved behind Rhett, his chest pressing against Rhett’s back as he gripped his hips, controlling his movements.
“That’s it.” Troy guided Rhett’s hips with his own.
“Give it to her hard.” He yanked Rhett’s mouth around to his, kissing Rhett wildly as Rhett thrust into me.
The pleasure was too intense to bear, and I whimpered beneath them, slamming my hips up into Rhett’s with every thrust as Rhett seemed to melt under Troy’s control, his thrusts becoming deeper, more purposeful as Troy directed him.
Rhett’s face was flushed with exertion. “Aims, I’m not gonna last. You feel too good.”
Troy reached around Rhett’s body, his fingers finding my clit once more. I cried out, not sure I wanted that stimulation anymore, but too addicted to the pleasure to stop him. “Come with him.” His fingers circled the swollen bud with expert pressure. “Let me see you both fall apart.”
I was already so close again, my body hypersensitive from multiple orgasms. It took only a few more thrusts, Rhett hitting that perfect spot inside me while Troy worked my clit, before I was coming again, my vision blurring at the edges as pleasure crashed through me in relentless waves.
Rhett followed, crying out my name as his hips jerked erratically, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his release. Troy held him through it, whispering encouragement in his ear, his fingers still circling my clit to draw out every last tremor of pleasure from both of us.
When it was over, we collapsed into a sweaty, tangled heap on the bed, limbs intertwined, chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. Troy disposed of Rhett’s condom while Rhett pulled me against his chest, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder, my neck, the sensitive spot behind my ear.
Troy returned, sliding into bed on my other side, sandwiching me between their warm bodies once more. His hand brushed hair from my face with surprising tenderness, his fingertips tracing the curve of my cheek.
“You good?” he asked softly, his earlier dominance giving way to genuine concern.
I nodded, unable to form words yet. I felt pleasantly sore, thoroughly used in the best possible way, my body humming with satisfied exhaustion.
Rhett stiffened behind me, his body going rigid. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, horror creeping into his voice.
Troy lifted his head, brows furrowing. “What?”
“We just double-teamed our best friend’s little sister,” Rhett said.
Troy let out a gruff laugh. “I’ve been telling you we shouldn’t do this for how long? But once your cute ass gets all horny, you don’t process consequences.”
Rhett stuck his tongue out at Troy. “Like you’re any better. I didn’t see you back there like ‘oh no guys, we can’t.’”
I stretched languidly between them, still chuckling.
“Relax, it’s just sex. Ryker doesn’t get a vote in who I sleep with.
”Something in Rhett’s expression shifted, a flash of disappointment crossing his features before he covered it with a weak smile.
“Right,” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “Just sex.”
I looked from him to Troy, heart pounding as I realized what I’d said.
Just sex. I hadn’t meant it the way it sounded.
I'd only been trying to reassure them about my brother. But clarifying that would open up a conversation I wasn’t ready for.
If I admitted that it wasn’t just sex, they’d want to know what it was.
And I really didn't know the answer to that question.
“Aimee—” Troy started to reach for me, but I was already in motion, slipping out of the bed and grabbing Rhett’s discarded t-shirt from the floor.
“I need to use the bathroom.” My heart pounded as I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment before catching my eyes in the mirror.
My reflection stared back at me—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair a wild mess, wearing Troy’s shirt while my body still tingled from both men’s touch.
“Don’t,” I whispered to my reflection, seeing the dangerous softness in my own eyes. “Fuck. What am I doing?”