Chapter 3
Janey
I should have gone to bed on the sofa like a sensible person.
That thought crosses my mind for what feels like the hundredth time, but it barely registers now.
My heartbeat pounds in my ears, mixing with the raw sounds echoing through the barn, the rustle of blankets beneath us, the low, rough voices of two men who have taken me apart and somehow made me feel more whole than I have in years.
Mason is above me, breathing hard, his powerful hands still tangled in my hair, his body looming. His cock twitches as the last of his release slides down my throat. I swallow without thinking, and he hisses.
Brookes is still inside me too, his hard length twitching with aftershocks. I can feel his cum spilling out and coating my thighs. My pussy flutters weakly around him, oversensitive and greedy even after the most shattering orgasm of my life.
I’m trembling. Actually trembling.
My arms have given out, so I’m collapsed on my forearms with my ass still tilted up, held in place only by Brookes’s big hands on my hips and Mason’s gentle grip in my hair.
Sweat cools on my skin. My thighs are slick all the way down with a messy combination of my own arousal and Brookes’s spend.
My lips are swollen. I’ve never felt so claimed, or so perfectly, deliciously wanted.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Mason murmurs, his voice rough but tender as he strokes my hair back from my face. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, his eyes dark and warm. “You did so good. So damn good.”
He sounds like he didn’t expect it from me, and I’m torn between pride and mortification. Let’s just say I won’t be adding “excellent at getting spit-roasted by two cowboys” to my resume. My success in this arena will remain between us.
He strokes away some cum that leaked from the corner of my mouth and continues his adoration. “So. Perfect. You took everything we gave you like you were made for us.”
Brookes leans over my back, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder blade. His stubble scrapes deliciously as he pumps into me again.
“That’s our sweet thing,” he growls. “Look at you… still fluttering around me even after you came so hard. She’s a greedy little thing.”
I whimper, too wrecked to form words even if I knew how to respond without sounding ridiculous. My mind is spinning, a whirlwind of disbelief, heat and raw, electric pleasure.
This is really happening.
I let two rugged cowboys strip me naked in a barn. I let them edge me until I was crying and begging. I let them share me—mouth and pussy at the same time—like it was the most natural thing in the world. And God help me, I loved every second of it.
Mason shifts onto the blankets beside me, pulling me gently down until I’m draped half over his chest. Brookes finally slips out of me with a wet sound that makes my cheeks burn.
I feel the immediate rush of the rest of his cum leaking from my swollen folds, sliding down my thigh.
Brookes settles behind me, curling his big body around mine so I’m safely sandwiched between them.
His hand strokes over my hip, then slides down to cup my messy pussy possessively, holding me there like he’s proud of the way they’ve marked me.
“How do you feel, Janey?” Mason asks softly, his fingers combing through my tangled hair.
I swallow against my slightly raw throat. “Like… like I’ve been hit by a freight train made of pure pleasure.”
A shy laugh bubbles out of me and Mason’s mouth curves.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I whisper, more to myself than them. “I let you… both of you…”
Brookes chuckles against the back of my neck, the sound vibrating through me. “You didn’t only let us. You begged so pretty when we had you right on the edge… crying for it.”
Heat floods my face, but the memory sends another weak throb through my core.
I do remember. I remember the way their mouths and fingers kept bringing me so close only to pull away, leaving me shaking and desperate.
The praise that poured from them the whole time—good girl, so pretty, so wet, taking us so well—fed every last scrap of my good-girl conditioning.
“I’ve never…” I bite my lip, searching for the words. “I’ve never let go like that before or felt anything that intense. It was terrifying… and amazing.”
Mason’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at me. “That’s what we wanted for you, sweetheart. A night to remember. No holding back. Feeling everything we could give you.”
A night.
The words settle in my chest with a strange mix of relief and disappointment.
This was supposed to be an impulsive interlude.
A secret I could tuck away and pull out on lonely nights when my boring, safe life felt too small.
But lying here between their warm, solid bodies with Mason’s heartbeat regular under my cheek, and Brookes’s arm heavy and protective around my waist, it doesn’t feel like an experience I can neatly file away and forget.
The thought makes the spot behind my ribs ache, but before I can spiral, Brookes’s fingers dip back between my legs, sliding through the slick mess of his own cum leaking from me.
He gathers it on two thick digits and pushes them slowly back inside my tender pussy, fucking his release deeper with lazy strokes.
I gasp as my hips twitch in response. “Brookes…”
“We’re not done with you yet, darlin’,” he murmurs against my ear, voice dark with renewed hunger. “Moon’s still up. We still have time to make sure this pretty cunt remembers exactly who filled it the best.”
Mason’s hand slides from my belly to my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me whimper. “That’s right, sweet Janey. We’re not letting you come down yet. We’re gonna edge you one more time. Make you earn your next orgasm while we watch you fall apart again.”
My body, already exhausted, lights up like a struck match. A fresh gush of wetness coats Brookes’s fingers. God, I’m shameless. They’ve already wrecked me, and I’m still aching for more.
They move with that effortless coordination that makes my head spin.
Mason rolls me onto my back while Brookes stays behind my head, guiding my arms up so I’m stretched out between them like an offering.
Mason settles between my spread thighs, his broad shoulders holding me open.
He doesn’t dive in right away. Instead, he blows a cool stream of air over my swollen, slick pussy, making me shiver and clench.
“Look at this pretty mess,” Mason says, his voice slow with appreciation.
His fingers spread my folds wide, exposing me completely to both their gazes, and I blush scarlet at what I must look like.
Swollen from use, dripping cream. Mason confirms it.
“Our little princess is still dripping with your load, Brookes.”
Then he looks up at me, fixing me with his pretty eyes. “Gonna add mine soon, sweetheart. But first… you’re gonna beg for it.”
Brookes leans down, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss while Mason starts teasing me with the pad of his finger, avoiding my clit entirely. Every time I try to rock up for more pressure, he pulls back, leaving me whining into Brookes’s mouth.
“Please,” I gasp when Brookes finally lets me breathe. “Mason... Please—”
“Not yet,” Mason growls, nipping the inside of my thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re gonna ride Brookes’s face while I watch. Then maybe, if you’re good, we’ll both fuck you again.”
They flip me again, manhandling me like I weigh nothing, this time so I’m straddling Brookes’s face.
He grips my hips and pulls me down firmly onto his waiting mouth.
I’m conscious of my weight, unfamiliar with this position, but he grips my thighs and pulls them closer, burying his face like he’s hoping to be smothered.
His tongue is relentless, lapping broad and wet through my folds, sucking gently on my clit, then pushing inside me to taste me.
The wet, obscene sounds of him eating me fill the barn as I close my eyes and circle my hips, slipping back into the well of pleasure I almost drowned in.
Mason kneels beside us, one hand stroking his hardening cock, the other reaching out to pinch and roll my nipples. “That’s it, pretty girl. Grind on his tongue. Let him taste you.”
I moan as sensations curl tightly and Mason chuckles. “You're such a dirty little thing… letting two brothers share your sweet pussy all night.”
“Yes,” I gasp. I am. A dirty girl. A bad girl. A naughty girl. Their good girl.
I’m sobbing again within minutes, hips rolling desperately over Brookes’s face while Mason edges my breasts with sharp pinches and soothing licks.
Every time my thighs start to shake, and my breathing turns ragged, Brookes slows or pulls back to keep me hanging right on the edge.
Mason praises me constantly, telling me how beautiful I look riding his brother’s tongue, how perfect my tits are when they bounce, and how he loves watching me lose control.
When I’m a shaking, pleading mess, they switch again.
This time Brookes pulls me onto his lap so I’m facing Mason, my back to Brookes’s chest. He guides his rigid cock back into my slick pussy in one slow, deep thrust, stretching me open around him again.
“Oh god,” I moan at the fullness, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure.
“Ride him, Janey,” Mason orders, kneeling in front of me. He feeds me his cock once more, sliding it past my lips while Brookes starts bouncing me on his lap with powerful upward thrusts. “Take us both again. Let us use these pretty holes until you can’t think straight.”
I can’t think straight now. This is like a deliciously filthy dream I don’t want to wake up from. Like action that happens in a porno, not real life, but better because the pleasure isn’t staged, it’s pulsing and real, coursing through me.
I hum around Mason’s dick, and he cups my face. He’s stripped his shirt now, and I rest my hand over the ladder of his abs, relishing the way his muscles shift as he holds himself back.