Chapter 33 #2
When I dip my head again, our tongues slip over one another, and his breathing changes. I stroke myself, heat ripping through my veins like lava, and use my free hand to grip the back of his neck before leaning in to devour her.
“Good boy, eat her pretty pussy,” Breaker groans, licking along with me. His breath fans my face, his tongue slicking against mine, each word grating over me as they tumble from him. “Let me see how good she tastes on your tongue.”
I lean back, locking eyes with him. Without giving him a moment to reconsider, I shift and press my lips against his.
His eyes flare wildly. Using my grip on the back of his neck to keep him still, I lick deeply into his mouth.
A guttural, almost primal sound escapes him as he exhales, and his tongue slips eagerly against mine.
My cock throbs, and I swear I’m about to come from just the taste of him. Earthy with a hint of spice, flavored with Cora’s tangy wetness.
We both back away, and Breaker’s hooded gaze drops to my mouth. We’re so close that his icy-blue eyes, darkened with desire, seem to throb, the irises pulsating with want. His smooth, dark skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, beading on his upper lip.
I want to taste him. More than just his dick in my mouth. More than just his cum and quick desire.
I crave him. Yearn for every part of him.
Every drop of blood. Every single atom that makes him him.
Tightening my grip on the back of his neck, I dip my head and drive my tongue into Cora’s center, swirling and thrusting deeper as she writhes under my touch, pushing against my mouth.
Breaker leans down again, sucking on her clit, our tongues intertwining.
She cries out, curses and murmurs of praise, spilling from her lips in breathy moans. When she tries to draw her knees together, I know she’s close. I plunge my tongue back into her, fucking her.
Breaker flattens his tongue against her clit, and she breaks with a scream. I keep moving into her, lapping up her release, pinning her thigh to her chest until she’s trembling, gasping, begging me to stop.
When I release her leg, I lean in close to him, my lips brushing his ear. “Open your mouth.”
He parts his lips and I spit her wetness into his mouth, then drive my tongue deep, locking my mouth to his.
His moan vibrates through me. My fingers dig into the back of his neck, my grasp bruising with the desire to keep him close.
Our teeth clash. His stubble burns against my chin.
The taste of her mingles with something uniquely him. Salt and whiskey and want.
Years. I’ve denied us years of this all out of fear.
Fear I was too damaged to love him properly.
Too sick from every evil touch that feels like it’s stained me to the point of ruin.
So broken and so scared, I was sick and ruined and needed saving because I wanted the man who was supposed to be my brother.
Who I looked after and protected and cherished.
My hand trembles against his skin. My chest tightens with each heartbeat. Every brush of his tongue against mine erases another memory that has kept me caged. Cold stone floors, whispered sins, locked doors and brutal demands, shame burning my ears red as I did everything I was told.
I break our kiss, and exhale shakily into his mouth. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me.
“About fucking time,” he says, then leans in and places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Now help me fuck our girl.”
I look up to find Cora watching us through half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
“You’ve never kissed before,” she whispers, and I’m not sure if it’s a statement or a revelation. “Do it again.”
Breaker’s chuckle as he grips my chin and places his mouth on mine sends warmth through me.
When he backs away, Cora sits upright, reaching for us.
Her fingers wrap around us both, the pad of her thumb circling the sensitive spot just beneath my crown.
We’re pressed so close that when she strokes upward, the ridge of my cock catches against Breaker’s, sending a jolt up my spine.
“Fuck me,” she breathes. “First you, Breaker.”
He grips her hips and pulls her up, spinning her until he’s sitting with her on his lap, facing me.
“Hold on, Little Red,” Breaker murmurs against the pulse point at her neck.
She leans back, anchoring her feet on either side of his thighs as he grips her waist and lifts.
From this angle, I can see everything. His perfect dick and heavy balls drawn up tight from the need to release.
Her wet slit, and perfect tight hole. I take hold of his dick, and I guide him to her opening, slapping her clit with the head of his cock before slipping it into her.
She groans, her head falling back, exposing the column of her throat, as he lowers her onto his shaft.
She stretches around him, taking him inch by inch, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he sinks deeper. I trace slow circles over her swollen flesh with my thumb, and she relaxes, taking more of him.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” he whispers, jaw clenched tight, a vein throbbing at his temple. “Like silk wrapped around my cock.”
I brush tendrils of hair away from her face. “God, you're beautiful.” When I brush my lips to hers, she whimpers. “Do you like feeling him stretch you, Vixen?” I whisper against her mouth. She breathes out, nodding.
His hips rise from the bed, slipping his cock deeply into her, fucking her gently.
The sight of him slipping in and out, his shaft glistening with her arousal, is so erotic, so inviting, that I trace my tongue along the seam where they’re joined.
Salty sweetness, rich with Breaker’s taste, floods my senses, and I hungrily lap at them, gliding my tongue along his shaft.
When I reach her clit, I suck. She arches sharply, a cry tearing from her throat.
“Again,” Breaker growls, fingers digging into her hips. “Fuck, do that again.”
I do and this time draw him out completely, taking him deep into my mouth before guiding him back to her pussy. She shudders, and I go back to her clit, sucking and nibbling. Licking and devouring as he pumps into her, each thrust harder and deeper.
Breaker’s throaty moan tells me he’s close.
“Fill her up,” I say, stroking my cock, my mouth on her clit. “Give it to her. Give her all that cum.”
He bucks brutally up into her, holding himself deep in her, and her release bursts out of her, her entire body trembling.
His thick cock slides out, slick with his cum.
I lean in, tasting his salty cleanness as he pulls out, wrapping my lips around his tip and sucking as he makes a hissing sound that edges on pain.
He pops free, and she falls boneless backward, barely bracing herself up with her palms on the bed.
Breaker’s cum leaks from her, and I remember that her birth control implant was removed. Something feral, some primitive thing, rakes across my chest, and I thrust two fingers into her, driving his cum deeper and deeper into her pussy, wild with a need to claim her.
“Hold on, Vixen,” I grate, helping Breaker flip her limp body. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She smiles, a lopsided grin, and moves to her hands and knees over Breaker. He catches her mouth in a brutal kiss as I slip my dick over her cum-soaked pussy.
That feral need slams into me again, and I drive in hard, pressing a finger to her tight back hole. She makes another guttural sound.
“You’re ours,” I say, driving in harder. “No one can touch you. Never again.”
A strangled sob comes from her, and I kiss her spine, wrapping an arm around her waist as Breaker continues to take her mouth.
“Oh, madadh ruadh,” I breathe, placing kisses along her spine. “Tell me you feel this.”
“Yes,” she breathes, burying her face in Breaker’s neck. “Tell me you want me.”
My chest squeezes, and I press my forehead between her shoulder blades, breathing her in, trying to pour every ounce of my heart into my words. “With every fiber of my being.”