Chapter 22—
Mac e
A sh pulls his hips back and sinks into her again, slower this time, his eyes on me as she moans under him.
It’s a provocation, I know, but I won’t admit that it’s getting to me.
I unfurl my fingers, and he gives her another lazy thrust, then pulls out, dick in his hand when I come up beside them.
I ignore his smirk and the proud stroke he gives himself at his accomplishment. Turning my attention on Emily instead, I slide her shorts to the floor, then straighten her with gentle hands against my chest.
My left palm finds her naked breast, my light squeeze coaxing a moan from under the dark cloth. “Why don’t you tell my brother how good you taste on him?” I suggest, slipping the hood off her head as she’s facing him.
Her hair is tangled, and her cheeks are flushed. She looks breathtaking like that.
My hands nudge her shoulders, and she follows my cue to get on her knees. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Open your mouth for him, baby girl,” I tell her as she stares up at him sliding his mask back down over his face .
Her breaths shake. It doesn’t matter that she knows it’s us. It’s the kink of being fucked by two masked men that has her on edge.
Emily complies. Her lips stretch around his shaft, and her throat jerks to adjust.
“Relax,” my voice reminds her. “Breathe through your nose.”
She swallows, saliva making her seal slick, and I watch her take him, her wrists still tied behind her back, so submissive, so trusting.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Good girl.”
Ash’s hand settles at the back of her head, and I sink onto my knees behind her, freeing my aching cock.
The feel of her is sublime. Skin on skin, I stroke her breasts, kneading them in my palms while she grinds her ass into me. The flexing of her muscles with the undulating motion of her body has me tipping my head back in ecstasy.
With Ash pumping steadily in and out of her, Emily molds herself to my shape, so needy to have me fill her too.
“You ready for me, baby?”
I know she can’t really answer, but I accept her muffled groan and adjust the grip of my left hand around her upper arm. My knees on either side of her, I guide my cock through her slick seam.
Emily’s muscles tremble like she’s about to come, and I can’t fucking restrain myself any longer. Gripping her tight, I sink into the hilt.
Unlike Ash, I have no patience to go slow. After our hips meet on my first thrust, I rail her hard and fast .
I feel her orgasm cresting and figure my brother is close too when he increases his pace, a fist in her hair.
Her body jerks on a gagging sound. Her walls clamp tight, and I know I’m done. And so is Ash. He bends at the waist with a roar, thrusting forward a final time.
My hips lock into her. Emily swallows all of him down while the pulsing of her greedy little cunt chokes me as well.
I grant her every drop. Lazily, I rock in and out of her until the last waves of her climax subside.
I’m still at half-mast when I unsheathe myself from her heat and don’t have to look at Ash to know he can go another round shortly too.
I put my cock away for now and untie one of her wrists before pulling her up.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done,” I say, laying her out on the pool table. “We’re just getting started.”
Then I dive between her thighs.
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She comes for us on command as we take turns. We have her on all fours, with her knees spread wide on the floor, and bend her over the couch in various angles before returning her to the pool table to finish off.
Well, I already had the pleasure when she gave me head after riding me. Now I’m just waiting for Ash to get his.
“I’m watching, Em,” I tell her, her upper body cradled in my lap as I perch on top, one leg bent underneath her, the other dangling over the side .
With her ass off the edge, her body is laid out across the green felt. Ash’s hands grip the back of her knees to work himself into her. Each thrust shakes through the table.
My left fist holds the cord that’s still tied around her wrists, only now in front, with her arms up by her head. Her black top is bunched around her elbows, leaving her fully exposed and subjected to my depraved gaze devouring her.
“Your ex is a fool for not treating you right, baby girl. Your body is sublime.” I stroke my thumb across her plump bottom lip, the same lips that stretched around my engorged shaft only minutes ago.
“He might’ve been too ashamed to admit it, but I bet he had filthy thoughts about you,” I speculate. “About shoving his dick down your throat and watching you choke.” My thumb nudges past her teeth with the insinuation, pushing up to the second knuckle.
She works a swallow to adjust.
“I know I have,” I confess, sliding over her tongue, the languid back-and-forth motion encouraging her to suck me.
“That first night I saw you, I wanted those luscious lips wrapped around my cock and taking me deep. I knew it’d be heaven.” With the slick heat of her mouth enclosing me, my thumb presses down on the back of her tongue.
A prolonged moan vibrates up the entire length of my arm.
I feel myself getting hard for a third time. Her heavy lashes flutter, but her gaze lifts to mine, utterly captivating me.
Her breasts jut up as she arches off the table, and I fantasize about taking the hardened tips into my mouth, suckling her with the same fervor I imparted between her legs.
Ash’s grunts cut through my thoughts, and he pushes out a few more thrusts to finally finish.
When I slip my thumb free, my eyes rake over Emily’s features. I don’t think she came this time. She’s exhausted.
I untie her wrists and remove her top while my brother straightens his clothes, then I scoop her into my arms.
She weighs nothing, but the moment I let go of her to hand her over to him, I feel a void in my chest.
Watching him carry her away, I try not to think about him taking her up into the master bathroom off his bedroom to shower and run his hands over her some more. She’ll end up in his bed, not mine.
Clenching her shirt in a fist, I pick her cute, little shorts off the floor and follow upstairs to clean up too. I got my own shower across from my bedroom; there’s also a guest-bathroom and one more downstairs. The basement has a small kitchen and could house a third roommate.
Emily, for example.
Didn’t I make it clear her apartment can’t keep anyone out? I tampered visibly with the main lock to scare her, but I was careful not to leave any marks when picking the one on her apartment door. I wanted to give her a false sense of security before I struck.
What a rush.
Not quite as good as the look on her face from the dramatic effect of busting through her window, but a close second .
Lathering the body wash up, I give extra attention to my throbbing cock. How the hell am I so hard again?
The second my fingers close around the stiff length, her face pops into my mind, her lips parting, eyes on me.
And I recall the suction of her mouth.
Fuuuck! I let my forehead drop to the shower wall…
…but my grip doesn’t let go.
Swelling against my palm, I stroke myself to the image of her going down on me.
But it’s not the same. It’s not enough.
No matter how good it feels, I know I can’t finish like that. Not by myself. I never could again after that night.
I rinse and dry off. A towel wrapped around my waist, I grab something from the dresser in my room, then sneak into Ash’s.
The door barely creaks as I open it. With the black-out curtains drawn, it’s dark inside despite daylight hours.
I find Ash fast asleep, lying on his chest, his head turned, but Emily is face up, the blanket only covering her partially. A bare leg is sticking out, and her glorious breasts are on full display. I can even make out the pink of her nipples.
A smirk curls my lips. I drop my towel beside the bed and tug the sheet away.
Lowering myself down on her, I feather my forefinger over her sealed lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby girl.”
Her eyes shutter, and I only see white for a second before her sight focuses on me.
“Mas— ”
“Shh.” I press my finger to her lips to cut her off. “We don’t want him to hear,” I say, nudging her mouth open with my bandana.
Emily catches my intent and complies, parting her lips for me to feed her more to keep her quiet.
Her breaths come strained, but she remains relaxed, drawing air through her nose.
“Just like that.” I let go of the cloth and open her legs to me. “I don’t want him waking up while I’m fucking you right here next to him in his bed.”
A whimper carries around the cloth as I slide my cock along her pussy.
I press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw. “Are you sore?” I ask, not indifferent to what we put her body through.
She shakes her head no , and I continue trailing more tender kisses down her neck, taking in the feel of her breasts against my chest.
I rock my hips slowly, breaching her opening with only the tip to get her ready.
It’s maddening.
I want to sink every inch into her, but I also want to feel her come. I can’t rush her body.
Mouth at her throat, I slide my palm to her ass, angling her hip better. “Spread your legs more for me, Emily,” I urge as I slide a little deeper this time before retreating again.
Emily releases a soft moan. Tongue swirling across her pulse point, I absorb every tremor my thrusts spur.
The motion of her hips meets mine until the glide turns smoother, and I know she’s ready to take me.
I pull back and give her a full thrust .
Another tremor rocks me. Buried to the hilt, I hold my breath, because I don’t want to miss this sound.
Every time I plunge fully into her, she makes a little choking noise as if still taken off guard by the size of me assaulting her tight passage.
But on my next harsh thrust, her body welcomes me, soft, slick, and ready to be claimed with a most primal need.
I speed up when I feel her fingertips scrape across my skin, digging in. “I love your nails on my back,” I growl, my face tucked into her neck.