Chapter 14 #2
Thorn’s hand in my hair pulls me from Carver’s cock only to present his own waiting one. Unlike Carver, Thorn’s is just as I’d imagine. The thorns breaking his skin circle the base of his cock, but they’re not sharp, just polished, hard imperfections that I can’t stop touching and thinking about.
“I trimmed them,” Thorn admits when he realizes I’m staring.
I glance up at him. “That doesn’t hurt?”
His dark starlight eyes hold mine, and lightly, he shrugs.
In his nonanswer lies the truth. It does hurt, but he did it so they wouldn’t cut me.
To make me feel good, even. Realizing he did so makes me want him more.
I pop open my mouth and take him in ever so slowly until I’m sucking him deep.
Carver groans as he feels it, too, until they’re both panting with desire.
I taste them both like that, alternating who’s in my throat, hungry for them.
I slide my tongue down the wet length of Thorn’s thick cock, only to glide over the shaft of Carver’s, stroking and teasing and wanting the both of them so badly, I’m literally pulsing between my thighs with desire.
I’d have happily stayed just like this, enjoying myself, until Thorn ends up lifting me from the floor and into his arms.
“That’s it,” he growls out.
My thighs wrap around his hips as my fingers dig into his smooth solid shoulders. Big hands grip my ass, spreading me while another solid length skims against my curves from behind.
“I need you,” he groans against my lips as he kisses me slowly, flicking against my tongue and making me crazy with every touch. “I need to feel you wrapped around me,” he murmurs.
Carver strokes his hands over my hot skin, driving me insane as Thorn lines up with my entrance.
“Yes,” I groan. “Please.”
My back slams into the rough wall as Thorn presses inside me gently, allowing me to stretch around him, so careful, as if I’m made of glass.
Unlike Carver, he’s gentle and sweet with his movements, driving me slowly insane while Carver moans behind us, feeling it all as I glide down Thorn’s cock with nothing but an empty gasp against my lips.
“Fuck,” Carver groans, his own hand stroking slowly over his cock as he watches his brother take me against the cold wall. “Your pussy looks so good around his cock, clever girl.”
I reach for him even as I moan Thorn’s name.
Carver comes over immediately, begging to be touched by me.
Thorn spins me, still seated in me, so I can face Carver.
Carver immediately falls to his knees and looks up at me as Thorn fucks me from behind.
He strokes his hands along my thighs. Thorn jerks out of me, and Carver leans forward to lick the wetness from my clit.
I cry out as he presses his fingers up inside me roughly, stroking them fast and hard while his tongue swirls around my bundle of nerves.
My legs go weak immediately, but Thorn holds me up even as he trails his lips along my neck.
They play me like an instrument, somehow moving like this is a choreographed dance I don’t know.
When Carver pulls away, Thorn takes his place.
When Thorn moves, Carver is there to fill the void.
I turn into a puddle between them as first Thorn strokes inside me and then Carver does, driving me insane, bringing me close to the edge, and then dragging me away from it.
After a while, I’m writhing between them, begging for release, desperate for it, the feeling of being stretched by both of them killing me.
“Please,” I beg, hungry for them both.
Thorn chuckles at my incoherent babbling after that, his eyes bright with desire as he strokes slowly inside me. “You want to finish, beloved?”
“I think she does,” Carver answers for me. “Listen to that pretty begging.”
Thorn begins to stroke inside me faster, and I immediately shatter, my body convulsing around his thickness.
He tenses around me as I clamp around him, but before he even finishes, Carver rips me from Thorn’s cock and slams his own inside.
There’s no gentleness with Carver. As he takes Thorn’s place, he fucks me so hard, I scream, shattering until my legs shake violently.
He holds me up, fucking me until I see stars.
Thorn remains pressed against my back, his breath along my neck, holding me between them like I’m something precious.
I scream, and Carver follows along with me, his grunts of pleasure harsh in my ear beside Thorn’s soft groans.
Their wings come around us, wrapping us tight, enveloping me in a cocoon of safety as I ride the high of the multiple orgasms filling me.
I don’t think I can speak, but neither of them seems to mind.
I’m exhausted. I don’t know if I can stand. Luckily, they don’t ask me to.
“Beloved,” Thorn whispers, carrying me over to the large black bed I assume is Carver’s. “You’ll need your rest.”
I grumble something, but I don’t know what I say or if they even understand me.
“I’ll be back,” he promises, kissing my shoulder. “Carver will look after you.”
As if to prove he will, Carver presses against me, cuddling me close, desperate for touch in a way I understand. Like me, he’s always wanted this. I don’t know how I know that, but I do. The connection between us is strange, a hungry beast I don’t know how to feed or tame.
Or if I even can.
I reach for Thorn, and his hand wraps with mine. “Rest,” he encourages.
I’m asleep before I’m even conscious of closing my eyes, exhausted, and a little less mad than I was before. Good sex will do that.