26. Brick
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The moment she releases my cock from my jeans, her breath catches. Her fingers pause for a second, just enough for me to see the hesitation flash across her face.
She stares, lips parted, taking in the sheer size of me. Thick, heavy, already leaking for her. Yes, I admit it. She turns me the fuck on, and I want a taste of what my brothers have had too.
Her throat bobs in a nervous swallow, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock throb harder.
I don’t give her time to overthink it. My fingers clamp under her chin, tilting her face up so she has no choice but to meet my gaze. Her eyes are wide and dark, her expression something between apprehension and hunger.
“Take it, Rowan. Now’s not the time to second-guess,” I say, voice low and controlled despite the rage and desire warring inside me. “You went in for it. Now, take it.”
Her lips part instinctively, but she hesitates before lowering her head. Instead, she wraps her fingers around my cock first, stroking, feeling the weight of it in her palm. Her touch is tentative, her thumb dragging over the swollen tip, smearing the bead of precum that’s gathered there.
I groan low in my throat. “No teasing. I’m not Maddox with his games. Mouth. Now.”
She listens. Her tongue darts out, swiping over the head, tasting me before she wraps her lips around the tip. I tighten my grip on her jaw, controlling her movements as I push forward slightly. She takes more of me, her mouth stretching around my cock, inch by inch.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my free hand tangling in her hair, guiding her. “Show me what you did to my brothers.”
She moves slowly at first, her tongue sliding along the underside of my shaft. But I don’t let her set the pace. My fingers tighten in her hair, and I start thrusting into her mouth, slow but deep.
“This is how a leader takes what’s his, Rowan.”
She gags slightly, her hands gripping my thighs, nails digging in as she tries to adjust. I hold her steady, forcing her to relax her throat and take all of me.
The Kane brothers have always been competitive—in business, racing, everything. This is no different. I need to know she can take all of me better than she took them.
“That’s it, cupcake,” I praise, my voice a growl. “You can take it.”
I push deeper, her nose pressing against my stomach. She chokes around me, but she doesn’t pull away. Tears prick the corners of her eyes, her mascara smudging as she struggles, saliva spilling from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin.
“Fuck,” I groan, watching her come undone around my cock. “Look at you. So fucking messy.”
I keep her there, holding her down, letting her throat tighten around me as she fights to breathe. She squirms, but I don’t let up. My hips move, fucking her mouth.
Her body trembles, her moans vibrating around me, sending sparks of pleasure through my spine. I pull back just enough to let her catch a desperate breath before pushing back in, watching her throat stretch to take me.
“You’ve complicated everything by getting between us,” I tell her, my voice rough with both pleasure and the weight of what she’s done. “My family comes first—always has. You think you can just walk in and change that?”
Her hands grip my thighs harder. Her entire body shakes as she gags again, tears spilling over her cheeks. And fuck, if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Gonna come,” I warn, holding her head still. “Swallow every fucking drop. Take what your games have earned you.”
She whimpers in response, her tongue flicking against my shaft as I thrust deep one last time, groaning as I spill down her throat. She swallows, her throat working around me, taking my release until I finally pull back, panting, watching as she gasps for air, her lips red and swollen, her body trembling.
Without a word, I grab her and haul her up. She barely has time to register before I throw her over my shoulder, her ass bouncing as I stride toward the stairs.
“Brick!” she yelps, but I ignore her, my palm landing on her ass in a sharp smack. She squirms, gasping at the sudden sting.
“Quiet,” I order, walking straight to my bedroom. The one place my brothers haven’t been with her. The one territory that’s still mine alone.
I drop onto the bed, keeping her draped over my lap. One arm pins her down, the other smooths over the curve of her ass, bare under the hem of her shorts.
“You think you can get away with teasing me?” I murmur, dragging my fingers along the soft skin.
She shivers. “Brick?—”
I cut her off with the first slap. Hard, sharp, making her yelp. Her body jolts, but she doesn’t pull away. I’ve always been the disciplinarian among my brothers. Now, I’ll show her what that means.
“Count.”
She hesitates, then whispers, “One.”
Another smack. “Louder. You weren’t quiet with them, were you?”
“Two.”
I keep going, spanking her until her skin is flushed pink, then red, the heat radiating off her. She squirms, moaning softly, her thighs squeezing together, and I can’t help but groan at the sight.
“This is how I handle problems,” I tell her between slaps. “Direct. Controlled. Something my brothers still haven’t learned.”
I slide my fingers between her legs, finding her soaked.
“Fuck,” I growl, rubbing over her wetness, circling her clit. “You like this, don’t you? The oldest brother showing you who’s really in charge.”
She whimpers, rocking into my touch, her breathing shallow. Her body is already trembling, thighs twitching as I tease her.
“You’re making a mess on my lap,” I murmur, my fingers pushing inside her. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect, her body clenching around my fingers as I stroke deep, curling them just right. “Is this what you wanted all along? All three Kane brothers? Because that’s a dangerous game to play with men like us.”
A soft, gasping moan escapes her, her head dropping forward as she fights against the pleasure. I grip her by the waist and flip her onto the bed, shoving her thighs apart, my mouth already descending before she can even catch her breath.
She gasps as I lick up her slit, slow and deep, my tongue flattening against her clit before I drag it back down. I groan against her skin, my hands tightening around her thighs, pinning her open as she squirms.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur against her. “Different than I imagined all those times I watched you at the diner.”
She lets out a broken cry as I thrust my tongue deep inside her, licking into her like I’m starving for her. My hands grip her thighs tighter, holding her down when she bucks against my mouth.
“Brick—” She gasps, her fingers gripping my hair. I growl against her as I fuck her with my tongue. My nose brushes against her clit as I eat her like I plan to keep her in this bed for hours.
She’s soaking my face, trembling, gasping, her legs trying to squeeze around my head, but I keep her open. Her moans turn into choked whimpers.
“Come for me,” I order against her, my tongue flicking fast and ruthless against her clit. “Show me how much better I am than them. Now.”
It doesn’t take long before she does.
Her body arches off the bed, thighs shaking, her entire body locking up as she comes on my tongue and gasps my name.
I pull away after licking up every drop of her release. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, staring down at her wrecked, boneless body.
And I’m not even close to being done with her yet.
I reach for the lube.
I smirk down at her, watching her tremble, watching her hips squirm in desperation as I pop the cap. She’s still dripping from my fingers, her breath coming in short, desperate little gasps, her ass still flushed red from my spanking.
She knows what’s coming.
And she’s soaking herself over it.
I pour a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, rubbing it between my hands to warm it up, then dragging my slick fingers down the crease of her ass, spreading it over her tight, untouched hole.
She whimpers.
I grin.
“Oh, baby,” I murmur, using my thumb to spread her open, watching her body tense. “You really thought you were gonna let both my brothers fuck you and not have me take what’s mine? Did they have you like this? Did they claim every part of you like I’m about to?”
She makes some kind of choked noise, but I don’t stop. I circle her entrance, rubbing small, slick circles.
She’s so tight.
I press my finger inside, slowly, up to the first knuckle, letting her feel it and adjust.
Her sharp inhale sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
“That’s it,” I murmur, praising her, sliding my finger in and out, working her open, stretching her carefully. “You’re gonna take it all, princess. Show me you can handle all three Kane brothers.”
The words slip out before I can stop them, and I freeze for a split second. The admission that I’m considering it—sharing her, like we’ve shared everything else since we were kids. The idea that maybe this doesn’t have to tear us apart. Maybe, just maybe, she can be all of ours.
She whimpers, shaking, her hips rocking back against me, searching for more.
“Yeah?” I chuckle, pressing a second finger inside, feeling the way her body clenches. “You want that? All of us? Taking turns with you, filling you up, making you ours?”
“Y—” She gasps, her back arching.
“Shh.” I spread my fingers, scissoring them inside her, feeling her tight, fluttering walls adjust. “First, you’re going to show me you can handle me. Then we’ll see about sharing.”
Her breathing is erratic, her legs trembling, her hands clawing at the sheets.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice dripping with filthy satisfaction. “You love it, don’t you? Getting stretched open, getting wrecked by the brother who’s been holding back. You want more.”
She whimpers, nodding frantically, pushing back against my fingers, trying to take me deeper.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I smirk, pulling my fingers out just to push them back in. “Gonna make you beg for my cock.”
I add more lube, working her open, making sure she’s slick enough to take me. By the time I pull my fingers away, she’s breathless, desperate, completely fucking wrecked.
And I’m gonna make it so much worse.
I slick my cock up, stroking slowly, coating myself in lube and then positioning myself at her tight, stretched entrance.
Her breath catches.
I grip her hips.
And then—I start to push in.
Slow.
Inch by inch.
Letting her feel every stretch, every single nerve.
She shudders violently, and her moan breaks into something close to a sob.
“Shhh, baby,” I murmur, pressing a hand against her lower back, keeping her down. “You can take it. You were made for this.”
I keep going, sinking deeper, deeper, feeling her adjust to fit all of me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “So. Fucking. Tight. Better than I imagined when I watched the footage of you with Ryder.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into the mattress, her body completely at my mercy.
I bottom out with a low, guttural groan, buried to the hilt inside her, her body stretched wide around me.
And then I don’t move.
I let her feel it. Let her adjust. Let her realize how fucking full she is.
“Tell me that’s what you want,” I demand, dragging my nails over her flushed, marked ass. “All of us. Together.”
“Y-Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “All of you. Together. Please, Brick.”
I grin, satisfied.
Then I pull back?—
And slam back in.
She screams.
I groan, deep and satisfied, feeling the tight squeeze of her, the way she molds around me. And then I do it again.
And again.
And again.
Slow, deep, owning every fucking inch of her.
I grip her hips, dragging her back onto my cock, forcing her to take all of me, every thick, unforgiving thrust.
“We’ve shared everything,” I growl, my voice rough as I pound into her. “Might as well share you too.”
Her moans are wrecked, desperate, her hands fisting the sheets, her legs shaking beneath me.
And fuck, she’s soaking herself. I can feel it, can see the wetness dripping down her thighs, coating me every time I slam home.
Her moans melt into desperate sobs. Her walls squeeze around me so fucking tight it sends me straight to the edge.
She’s right there.
So I give it to her.
I thrust deep, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over, dragging her straight into oblivion.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, my voice wrecked, demanding. “Show me what my brothers saw. Now.”
She chokes on a sob, shaking her head, whimpering, trying to resist. I chuckle, dragging my cock deep, rolling my hips in slow, punishing circles. Her nails claw into the sheets. And then she cracks.
She lets out a broken, shattered moan, her body locking up, then shuddering violently as pleasure finally rips through her.
I snarl against her ear, my own release hitting me like a goddamn freight train.
I bury myself deep, my fingers bruising her hips, my groan low, dark, possessive as I spill inside her, filling her up, making her take every last drop.
By the time I finally slow, she’s a wreck beneath me.
I smirk, satisfied, pressing a slow kiss to her shoulder.
“Now,” I murmur, dark and filthy, letting my teeth graze over her skin. “You finally know what it means to be claimed by all three Kane brothers.”