Chapter 24 #2
He lets her go and grabs her hand, leading us through the door. Tommy is the last in the house, and before I can even comprehend what’s happening, Nora slips from Freddie’s grasp and Tommy’s back hits the door with a thud.
I nearly fall over, blinking, unsure if it’s the alcohol or if I’ve slipped into an alternate dimension. Because there, before me, Nora stands with her hands roving over my baby brother’s body—down his sides, his chest, over his—
“Are you just going to stand there and let her ignore you like that?” Freddie says to me, his voice low and dark.
Something about his voice is as challenging as it is telling.
“Not ignoring,” I say, absentmindedly adjusting my cock. “Just watching.”
Freddie chuckles. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for a voyeur, Rush.”
Freddie rarely calls me by my nickname, even on the ice, so I know he’s definitely drunk.
“You aren’t exactly stopping them either,” I note. I feel Freddie shift beside me, and I glance to see he’s just as hard as I am.
Fuck.
I glance back up at Tommy and Nora, who are already halfway undressed and making their way to the couch, their clothes strewn across the room like breadcrumbs, leading to a most delicious sight.
Nora with her back arched over the arm of the sofa as Tommy spreads her legs wide, diving into her like he’s starving.
I smirk because the sight alone is…
Well, I guess it’s safe to say he’s figured out some things, and by the sounds escaping her, he’s doing a pretty good job.
“How far should we let them go?” I ask Freddie.
Freddie smirks at me. “Question is how long will you be able to stand not being the center of attention?”
I wrinkle my eyebrows at him. “I do not need to be the center of attention,” I say.
Freddie removes his shirt and tosses it over the counter. “Then prove it.”
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Stay right here and watch,” he says. “Don’t move from this spot until I tell you to.”
I turn my gaze back to Nora and Tommy, and my mouth falls open.
“Freddie…”
“What?”
I clear my throat. “You were saying…”
When he turns, I know he sees the same thing I do, and neither of us can look away.
Because Tommy’s face is no longer buried in Nora’s pussy.
But his dick is.
The two of them are tangled together, mouths and limbs, as they fall over the arm onto the couch.
I pop the button on my jeans as Freddie lets out a curse, and then I see him move.
I panic for a moment, worried this scene has triggered him in some way.
Tommy tenses when he gets near, but he doesn’t vacate her.
Freddie sets a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, and I can’t make out what they’re saying.
But a second later, all three of them look my way.
I’m well aware of how I must look—my hand in my pants as I watch my brothers with my girlfriend. Our girlfriend.
I’ve been in plenty of sharing scenarios, but never one like this. I don’t think there’s an instruction manual for this type of situation.
A moment later, Nora smiles as her gaze flits to my hand.
“Don’t you want to feel the rush?” Freddie says, smirking at me.
“Yes,” I say as I slide my pants to the ground. My head is hazy from my drinking but also this strange tension forming in the air right now.
Tommy pulls her up, and she wraps her legs around him. Once more, he devours her mouth.
Freddie gets behind her, and I watch as he slowly unbuttons his pants and pushes them down, freeing his cock.
“You hear that, baby?” Freddie purrs. “I think your little boyfriend wants to watch you come.”
I groan as I find my cock, hard and wet.
Freddie holds my gaze. Stay here. Watch.
It’s what he told me to do, and I want to listen. I really do. But I also crave to be close to her.
Tommy’s face disappears in her hair, but his words are clear.
“I’ll make you come.”
I’ve never heard my brother say anything that confidently, and seeing as I’m pretty sure he was a virgin as of last week, I’d garner he must’ve had a pretty good first run to be that confident.
I’m equal parts proud and turned on, because Freddie is right. I want to watch her come.
And I don’t care who does it. Because I know after they’re done, the gloves are off. I said I’d stand here and watch, but they both have another thing coming if they think I’m going to just watch them fuck my girl.
The finale is always the best, and I am, if anything, a bloody finale. I’m Rush Sterling, after all.
Freddie slides his cock along her seam and she nearly jumps.
“You like that, princess?” he asks, and for a moment, it’s like he forgets I’m here.
I watch as she looks at him, bright blue eyes full of need. And then she speaks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
My cock throbs at those words.
Yes, Daddy.
She says the words like she’s familiar with them, like they’ve done this song and dance before, which makes my cock throb all the more. My hand moves faster, the wet slapping sounds of me pumping my cock echoing in the room.
“Tommy…” Freddie calls out. “You good right now?”
Tommy mutters a mumbled “yes,” as Freddie runs his hand along Nora’s back. I watch as he brings his finger to his mouth—no, two fingers to his mouth—and licks them.
“Hurricane,” he says, looking at me, then at Tommy. “If I say it, you stop immediately.”
Tommy nods and I realize the severity of what Freddie saying.
My brother just told us his safeword.
Because stop doesn’t mean stop for him. It means keep going.
I suck in a breath, because I would have never thought in a million years that Freddie would be into that.
But when Nora nods, I know she’s heard this before and that…that makes my dick harder than it should.
Do I want to watch that?
Do I want to watch my brothers fuck our girl until one of them screams for mercy?
Yes.
Yes, I do, and then I want to fuck her until she screams my name.
But first, I need to play his game, so we can play mine.
“Rush,” she calls for me. I look at her, noticing the way she’s looking at me. She reaches her hand out.
“You want Rush, huh?” Freddie chuckles.
“Yes,” she says. His fingers breach her back entrance and I watch her gasp. Tommy’s thrusts are slow. Deep. He kisses her neck, her shoulders, her tits. I watch as her eyes fall shut, but her hand remains out, reaching for me.
“I want all of you,” she says, her voice tinged with lust and alcohol, and something so much more.
“Well then, I suppose you better tell him to get over here,” Freddie says.
“Please,” she says, and I don’t have to be told twice.
I practically sprint over to her.
Nora reaches for my neck, bringing me to her lips. My hand finds her stomach, fingers traversing through the soft mound of hair until I feel her swollen bud. I can also feel my brother’s cock where he enters her, but I try not to focus on that.
This isn’t about me or Tommy; it’s about Nora. It’s about what our girl wants. I pull her clit between my fingers as Tommy’s thrusts quicken. Freddie pushes her forward and the motion drives her closer to me.
“Relax,” he says, and I know what he’s aiming for. I break away, my gaze flashing beside me. I can see his gleaming dick, poised ready at her seam.
My own cock throbs as she takes it in her hand and I groan.
“That’s a good girl,” Freddie says, and she moans as I take her mouth against mine. Tommy shifts me over a bit, his low grunts and heavy thrusts telling me he’s close.
“Not yet,” he cries and Nora stills.
“That’s right, Tommy. Not yet,” Freddie says. “I want to feel the moment you come all over him.”
I groan, my balls drawing tight. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m not going to make it,” I say.
“Don’t you dare come first,” Freddie demands.
Tommy groans. “I don’t know if I c-can hold off.”
Nora chuckles, the sound sweet and smooth as silk.
She pulls Tommy to her lips. “Come for me, then, sweetheart.” She says it so sweetly, so purely, I can’t help but watch.
Freddie growls. “No, not yet.”
And then I hear her groan low and deep, and I just know.
“That’s it,” he mutters, seemingly forgetting any of us are here. His first thrust into her rocks the entire couch.
“Shit,” Tommy curses.
“Every time he thrusts, you’ll feel it,” I say. “And every time you do, it’ll push her back onto him.”
Tommy lets out a strained breath. “She’s so wet,” he cries. “And stretched…”
“Because she likes it, don’t you Nora?” I say with a smirk.
“You like how Freddie stretches your tight little ass? Like how Tommy fills your pussy with his big fat—”
“Hey,” Tommy bites. “Don’t talk about my cock.” He stiffens. “You can say whatever you want, but leave my cock out of it.”
I chuckle. “Noted.”
I look at Nora, at her wide blue eyes and kiss-swollen lips. Her hand slowly strokes me, her thumb slipping through my precum.
“You like how they fill you.”
“Yes,” she says, her cheeks rosy and her voice strained.
“Say it louder, baby,” I tell her. “So they can hear you.”
Freddie thrusts into her, and his expression tightens. “No, not yet…” he mutters, and something flickers in Nora’s eyes.
“Please…” she begs, looking over her shoulder at Freddie. His gaze meets hers. “Please, Daddy, I want you to come.”
“Fuck,” I growl, those words making my damn balls draw tight.
Then she looks at Tommy. “Come for me, Tommy.”
Tommy growls as she pulls me down to meet her mouth.
“You too, Rush,” she whispers. “I want you to come for me too.”
“With pleasure, baby.” I kiss her. “Open your mouth,” I tell her, and she doesn’t hesitate. So I lift my leg, prop my ankle on the arm of the couch next to my brother, and grab Nora by the hair, pushing her to meet my cock with one hand while stroking my cock with the other.
“C-coming,” Tommy cries out as Freddie groans, “No, please…I’m going to come…”
I let out a deep groan as my orgasm comes hard and fast. I stumble a bit, but manage to get my cock in her mouth.
Time stops as I let the ecstasy fill me. I ease my grip in her hair, not wanting to hurt her.
She swallows me down as Tommy moans and Freddie curses.
Freddie’s the first to vacate her, and she falls back on the couch, my cock slipping from her mouth. Tommy nearly falls over backward, his legs shaking. I catch his back and help right him.
Freddie pulls Nora into his arms, holding her tight, and for a moment, I can’t help but watch them. She whispers something to him that only he can hear, but whatever it is, it has his whole body loosening.
I collapse on the couch in front of her, Tommy behind me, catching his breath.
I lean in to kiss her, tasting some stray cum of mine on her lips.
“I love you,” I say without thought.
“I love you too,” she says. “All of you.”
She reaches for Tommy, and I don’t hesitate to move so he can kiss her.
Freddie is the last to speak his endearments as I settle between them, resting my head on her stomach. Tommy curls beside her, laying his head on her thigh. It’s not the most comfortable fit, but, it feels right.
The three of us, together. With our girl.
Suddenly, exhaustion hits me. And as sleep comes for me, I think nothing can ever destroy this perfect day and night.
Until the door is thrown open.
Until my name is called in anger, waking me from my momentary bliss.
“You fucking asshole, Rush!”
I tense, and I know the others hear him too.
Alcohol or not, my first instinct is Nora. I need to protect Nora. If he sees her…
Tommy doesn’t speak, but I feel him tense, feel his anxiety and fear as if it were my own.
“What the fuck are you yelling about?” Freddie calls, and then I feel him and Nora tense.
Her face looks as terrified as I feel. It’s not a dream. It’s not a nightmare, this…
This is really happening.
When she breathes his name, I know everything is about to shatter.
“Brett…”