Chapter 8 #3
Ezra’s breath hitches and he curses under his breath. “Jude, lock the door,” he commands and I can’t help my feral grin as I give the satin fabric one last push and both of Berlyn’s nipples slip free from the fabric. They tighten at the rush of cool air and peak as I run my knuckles over them.
The door closes softly behind us and Ezra’s hand grips my hip painfully.
“Only her tits,” he warns, the promise of punishment unspoken between us.
“And you’re not allowed to touch yourself.
” Okay, maybe not unspoken then. He dares me to argue.
“You want to play games, we can play games,” he promises, but jokes on him, his words only turn me on more.
My cock twitches in my jeans as I push one thumb back between Berlyn’s pert lips, gathering her saliva before pulling it back out and using it to tease her nipples until they’re hard and begging to be taken between my teeth.
Ezra’s expression is hidden from me behind that damn mask, and damn do I wish I could see the fire burning in his eyes. “Knees,” he commands Jude who instantly falls to his knees between us, a wild grin splitting his face as he watches with rapt attention.
I keep my eyes locked on Ezra when I lean forward and blow a cool breath against her wet nipple.
A shiver makes her body tremble beneath mine and I repeat the same process to the other side, never tearing my gaze away from Ezra.
His hands reach for his belt buckle but Jude pushes his hands away and takes over for him.
A moan slips past my lips unbidden as his hard cock bobs, hitting Jude’s chin before he grabs Ezra at his base and begins to run his hand over his cock.
Ezra’s head tips back but even though I can’t see his eyes, I can feel them burning into me.
Devouring the show I’m putting on with Berlyn’s help, though she doesn’t know it.
Jude’s tongue laps around Ezra’s throbbing dick and my own twitches behind the constraints of my jeans.
Where I stand towering over Berlyn’s sleeping form makes it too hard to focus on both her and my brothers as Jude swallows Ezra down his throat.
Moving to the far side of the bed, I rest my knee on her bed, careful not to jostle her as I lay at her side.
Jude begins to bob his head up and down Ezra’s cock, taking him as far back as he can. With each pass, Ezra’s hand grips his hair a little tighter. Their pace is slow as Jude teases him, pulling off after every few strokes to swirl his tongue around the tip the way that drives E wild.
I watch them for another moment before locking my attention back on my sleepy girl.
We’re all putting on a show for the others, but I’m the only one who gets to feel her soft skin under my fingers tonight.
The only one at her side, tasting, teasing, pleasing her.
She lays on her back, her chest fully exposed to me, her nipples still hardened into perfect little buds.
Even in her sleep she seeks us out, her body curling towards me as I cup her breasts in my hands.
They’re so goddamn perfect I almost forget about my brothers watching us.
I kiss and suck, teasing her nipples as breathy little moans pass her lips, letting me know what she likes.
Her tits fit so perfectly in my hands as I push them together before releasing them and kneading them.
She lifts her hips slightly in her sleep, chasing a sensation I’ve been forbidden to give her. For tonight anyway.
Ezra spits Jude’s name like a curse and I know they’re close. My cock aches and I press it into her mattress as Berlyn’s scent drowns out my other senses until she is all I can taste, smell, and think about.
I bite on the soft underside of her breast, satisfied immensely as a mark immediately shows up. “Fuck you,” E growls, but the words only make me all the more satisfied. It’s not a spot she will notice on her own, but I marked my girl. Mine.
I lick my lips, rolling one of her nipples between my fingers as I watch Jude jack himself off while sucking E’s cock at Berlyn’s bedside.
God they make a pretty picture too. Both enraptured by the small mewling sounds she makes as I pluck and pull at her nipples, growing more and more aggressive the more she responds.
Berlyn pants beneath me, desperate for more. Alternating between rolling and plucking her nipple, I finally catch her other one between my teeth and bite down. Not sharply, but tenderly, slowly increasing the pressure as her breathing gets heavier in her sleep.
What I wouldn’t give to find out what her dreams were filled with.
Her body tightens and I can feel the tell-tale tingling at the base of my spine.
Ezra forbade me from touching myself but the joke is on him.
Being surrounded by her is more than enough for my own orgasm to build alongside hers.
She grows more and more tense and I release the bite and suck, wishing more than anything I could push her over the edge by circling her clit or thrusting inside of her.
But my girl doesn’t need it as a rush of air escapes with a soft moan and her entire body relaxes back into the bed.
Holy fuck.
She came in her sleep.
“Oh, fuck,” Ezra moans and Jude’s own sounds of pleasure join him as they both find their release.
My hips rut against her mattress without permission and the small amount of friction is enough to send me hurtling over the edge into my own orgasm, soaking my boxers and jeans.
“Come here,” I demand, looking at Jude who is still on his knees in front of Ezra. He releases his grip on his hair and Jude jumps to his feet, swallowing E’s come. Leaning over Berlyn, I grab him by the shirt and pull him towards me, catching him in a deep kiss.
Jude moans into my mouth, the taste of E passing between us as my tongue chases the remnants of him. His eyes are dazed when I pull away from him, but even in that state he can’t help but be drawn towards the girl between us.
A drop of come still trails down Jude’s chin and I swipe it up with my tongue.
Rather than swallowing though, I savor the taste before collecting it on my finger.
Berlyn’s breathing deepened back into that steady rhythm of a deep sleep.
Her soft lips slightly parted. I trace my finger over her bottom lip, spreading a bit of all three of us as a souvenir of the night.
“Fucking hell,” Jude curses. “We gotta go before I get hard all over again.” He bends down grabbing something that looks suspiciously like Berlyn’s underwear and slipping them into his pocket before tucking away his dick and zipping his jeans.
E is already dressed, with that damn mask that is hotter than it should be still on.
What was that like for Jude? Sucking his cock, looking up not to see the dark gaze of the man we’ve loved for our whole lives, but the empty blacks of a too exaggerated ghost mask. Why do I want to find out for myself? Berlyn might be onto something with the whole mask thing.
Carefully, I fix Berlyn’s shirt, tucking the blanket back around her and smiling when she attempts to follow me as I climb out of the bed. We have to leave her, but at least she looks comfortable and content curled up in a little ball on her side.
“Mask?” I ask E, holding out my hand as we force ourselves to leave our girl behind. None of us like it, but even I can recognize it isn’t time yet. Soon though. Sooner than I thought based on how far I was able to push tonight.
He doesn’t question why I want it, simply taking it off and handing it over. I could do this without it, but better to be safe than sorry.
Berlyn might always come first, but that doesn’t mean I’d leave any of her desires forgotten and she would desire for her friend to be taken care of.
Slipping the mask on, I make my way back to the living room where her friend is still spread out on her floor.
It seriously can’t be comfortable. No matter how much alcohol was consumed.
Already hating having to touch her, I hold my breath and decide to just get through it.
I’m not nearly as careful with her as I was with Berlyn.
I can’t find the patience to be. Still, I make sure not to wake or hurt the girl as I pick her up and relocate her to the couch.
Catching on to what I was doing, Ezra has already grabbed a blanket and tosses it to me.
I throw the blanket over her and shudder that it’s over.
“Didn’t expect that,” Jude murmurs as we clear the front door, locking it behind us.
“It was for Berlyn,” I answer simply, not needing to explain any more than that.
We’d do anything for our girl.