Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Isla
Brennan brushes his lips over mine. In contrast with Dorian’s fierceness, Brennan’s kiss is a tease that lingers, reigniting my senses.
“We’re going to make sure you’re ready.” His rich baritone sends chills through me.
His gaze on me, he slides a hand down my stomach and dips his fingers between my legs to stroke my clit.
I gasp as heat sparks deep inside.
At a college party, one woman was mentioning the fact she could come numerous times. Others didn’t believe her. Or they joked that their friend had found a unicorn lover, someone who was more interested in her pleasure than his own.
And yet, with these two, I’ve already orgasmed multiple times, and another is building.
My pussy is a little tender, but the rest of me doesn’t seem to care. My essence coats his fingers, and I’m astounded by the fact I’m already responding to him .
“You want us,” Brennan muses.
Momentarily I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s right, and I can’t deny it.
Dorian props his head on his upturned hand, watching me, his eyes dark, his cock swelling against his thigh. I have to wonder if he really is okay with this, sharing me like it’s nothing. His jaw tightens, but he’s studying me with interest, as if noting my reactions.
“Don’t hold back,” Brennan cautions as he continues his maddening motions. Then he slides a finger inside me.
Arching my back, I gasp.
His touch is so different than Dorian’s, new and unfamiliar. But it’s every bit as wonderful.
“You’re dripping again.” Brennan’s voice is filled with approval. “So fucking responsive to us, Isla.”
Unable to help myself, I lift my hips, silently asking for more.
“It’s my honor to please our lady.” With a seductive grin, he adds another finger, all while continuing to tease my clit.
God help me. This is too, too wonderful.
Deep inside me, pleasure begins to unfurl, demanding release.
Dorian leans toward me to brush his lips against my ear. “Look at you, little one.” Gently he cups my breast. Then with his thumb, he grazes my nipple. “So needy.” He pinches it lightly, making me moan.
I’m trapped with no hope of escape.
A terrible part of me whispers that I wouldn’t, even if I could.
While Brennan kisses my jaw and dips a second finger inside, stretching me, driving me mad, Dorian moves his hand to my other breast and kneads gently.
Their every touch is too much and not nearly enough at the same time. The scent of them, the feel of them, floods my senses.
Gently Brennan pulls back to grab a condom from the nightstand.
My mouth is dry as he tears it open. Then I watch, mesmerized, as he rolls it down his thick cock, his hand gripping himself tight. The way he handles himself—firm, sure, veins bulging under his knuckles—sends a jolt through me. He’s unbelievably sexy. My pussy clenches, and I want him inside me.
How have I gone from being a virgin to a woman who can’t get enough of two different men?
“I want you to climb on me,” he says, lying on his back.
“On top?” Hesitantly I glance at Dorian.
“You’ll enjoy it.”
Even though he’s reassuring, I’m skeptical.
“You’re going to ride me, Isla.” Though Brennan’s voice is steady, need edges it.
A little unsure how I’m actually supposed to accomplish this, I frown as I sit up.
In an instant, Dorian is behind me, clamping his hands around my waist. As if I weigh next to nothing, he lifts me and helps me get in position, on my knees, straddling Brennan.
His massive cock arrows upward, and this position seems impossible.
“You’ve got this.” Confidence laces Dorian’s tone.
“Hold my cock,” Brennan instructs.
Right now, I wish I had a little more experience and that I wasn’t feeling quite so awkward.
Dorian brushes my ear with his mouth, then issues a soft instruction. “Trust yourself.”
I curl my hand around Brennan’s length, and I move myself so that he’s lined up against my pussy .
Dorian cups my breasts and teases my nipples. “Oh.”
“Go with it,” he advises. “Stop overthinking.”
How many times is he going to have to warn me against that?
Brennan takes the opportunity to lift his hips a little, his cockhead seeking entrance. When I instinctively rise higher onto my knees, he digs his fingertips into my hipbones so that he has total control over me.
“Take me.” His words are rough, a command, not a suggestion.
If I had any doubt he is a Dominant just like Dorian, this moment erases them.
Dorian nips my shoulder.
The short, sharp pain pitches me forward a little. Frantically, needing stability, I press my hands against Brennan’s scarred chest, feeling his heat and the ridges of his scars.
Since the angle is a little different, Brennan pulls back, then strokes forward, deeper this time.
“Fuck it, Isla. Give yourself to me.”
Closing my eyes, I suck in a breath.
Holding me tight to control my movements, he lifts me and then lowers me a little farther.
“That’s it.” Dorian’s voice is a murmur of approval. “Take him.”
“God!” I’m not sure I can.
He’s massive. Even though his cock isn’t longer than Dorian’s, the girth is greater. And taking it feels totally different.
Dorian gives me another tiny bit and then laves the hurt with his mouth. But the sensation is enough to give me something else to deal with, allowing Brennan greater access.
This is impossible, and I’m a little sore from earlier, when Dorian took my virginity .
But the two men are determined, and I’m no match for them.
Dorian momentarily takes my shoulders and forces me back upright, allowing Brennan’s cock to stretch me even more widely. Whimpering, I clench my butt cheeks. As if that has any hope of saving me.
“Almost there, little one,” Dorian says.
Dorian angles one hand lower to find my clit.
Suddenly I’m on fire, wanting more but still nervous.
Brennan tightens his grip and pulls me down, hard.
In an instant, our bodies are totally joined together, my pussy against his groin. There’s no sharp pain this time—just a deep, aching fullness that steals my breath.
He’s taken me in a way that leaves no doubt. I belong to both of them.
“You feel so fucking good around me. So damn tight.”
A few seconds later, I manage to catch my breath, and Dorian surprises me by moving in a little closer, pressing his dick against my back. His length is hard and throbbing as insistently as it had been a while ago when he fucked me.
He flicks one of my nipples with his thumb. Instantly it pebbles, and I moan.
“So sensitive.” He abrades it a second time. “I might put clamps on you one day.”
I stiffen. There’s no way he can be serious.
But my pussy has a different response, and I tighten around Brennan’s cock.
“She likes the idea,” Brennan says, looking at Dorian.
He captures my other nipple and pinches it, slowly rolling it between his fingers.
I’m helpless against them, and I grind myself against Brennan’s hardness.
“Definitely,” Dorian agrees with Brennan as he tightens his grip, tugging on my tormented nipple .
Because the sensations are both so different, I reel, crying out as a wild, wanton pleasure spikes through me.
“Ride me.” Brennan guides me into the rhythm he wants.
Because I’m so new at this, my motions are a little jerky, but he continues to encourage me.
“Good.” His voice is gritty. “Now harder.”
In response, I try, pushing down.
Taking control, he releases my nipple to grasp my buttocks with both of his hands. Curling his fingers into me, he pushes me up and then brings me down forcefully.
My breath whooshes out.
He’s buried to the hilt, making me impossibly full. Each of his thrusts jolts through me, and I’m swimming, no longer in the moment.
“So fucking amazing, Isla.”
Dorian presses more tightly against my back, his swollen cock sliding against my spine, making me wet with his precum. As he plays with my breasts, he rocks into me, grinding slow, his breaths ragged and possessive. “Ours.”
Over and over, they prove it to me.
Brennan fucks up into me, relentless, and I’m sure his hands must be bruising my hips.
“You’re taking me so good. So proud of you.” He locks his gaze on mine. His eyes are like blazing sapphires. “My perfect fucking girl.”
His words seem to penetrate my heart, binding me to him. It’s a different pull than Dorian’s fierce claim, softer but no less meaningful.
“Are you ready to come?”
Since I’m unable to speak, I settle for nodding.
“Take it.”
His order is the only thing I need to tumble over the edge.
As Dorian fucks my back and compresses my breasts, my pussy pulses around Brennan’s cock .
“Hell yes. Hell yes.”
No longer self-conscious, I let myself go, tipping my head back against Dorian’s shoulder. “Yes.” Clamping down on Brennan’s cock, milking him, I shatter, screaming.
“Good girl,” Dorian growls against my ear, moving himself even faster.
Burying his fingers in my ass, Brennan moans, and he bucks his hips.
Dorian swears softly. Then against my spine, he ejaculates, spilling himself against my skin, hot and thick, marking me, making me shudder.
I’ve never felt anything sexier. Even though my reaction will likely change, in this moment, I’m blissful. Everything I’m experiencing is amazing.
As I’m returning to earth, Brennan groans loudly.
Locking me down with his grip, he surges up and spills himself, his cock throbbing as he comes in the condom.
Dorian finally releases me. Panting, I collapse forward onto Brennan’s body.
With my eyes closed, I press my cheek against his chest, and I feel his heart thumping under my ear.
Brennan brings his arms around me in a way that makes me feel cherished for the first time in my life.
While I’m snuggled there, content, Dorian traces a finger across my back, spreading his seed all over my skin. In the air-conditioning, the ejaculate cools, chilling me.
Their actions have proved how very much they own me and my reactions.
Quietly we stay as we are.
I’m not sure how long for, but sometime later, Dorian suggests a shower.
I blink.