Epilogue
DAKOTA
I mindlessly bit my lip as I watched Mason and Micah ripping each other’s shirts off, their mouths warring, my fingers drifting between my thighs and tracing along the thin cotton of my shorts, arousal pooling warm and low in my belly.
My pulse was quick and fluttery, thrumming at the base of my throat.
“Do you want to keep sitting in your chair, baby?” Mason asked, cocking a brow as Micah mauled his neck, biting lovesick marks into his skin. “Or do you want to join us?”
I squeezed my thighs together, any potential response long-dissolved on my tongue, my eyes heavy. I did enjoy watching them sometimes, objectifying my two gorgeous boyfriends while they did disgusting things with each other.
But I wasn’t sure what I wanted today.
“Masters?” Micah taunted, flashing me a look as his hand disappeared into Mason’s sweats, palming his erection. He tugged down the elastic waist so he could stroke his entire length unobstructed. I could barely focus on his husky voice. “You gonna watch us fuck without you?”
“What do you want me to do?” I managed to ask, my face flushed and hot.
“I think you should get over here and suck both of us off at the same time,” Micah said, pumping Mason’s shaft, getting him fully erect. Mason pushed his hand beneath Micah’s waistband in the back, possessively grabbing his ass, his dark eyes watching me. “And we’ll return the favor.”
“Okay,” I whispered, my promised submission dripping delirium in my veins.
I slid out of the chair, quietly approaching both men, my feet bare on the rug.
“Good girl,” Micah murmured, then motioned for me to lift my arms. I obeyed, and he took my shirt off, then my shorts, lazily appraising my naked body with a sweep of his arrogant gaze, approval darkening his stare.
I shivered, the soft ends of my hair skimming my hips, my nipples pulling tight.
“Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect, baby girl.”
With Micah’s strong hand on my shoulder, and Mason’s on the back of my head, I sank to my knees, both of them towering over me. A pathetic moan cascaded from my lips when Micah lowered his waistband and exposed his heavy cock—like Mason’s.
My eyes went between them as I grasped their erections, one in each hand.
Their matched statures, tall and muscular, heaving chests while I knelt…
“I told you to suck,” Micah growled, some form of evil adoration shading his expression. Dominant reverence, dark love.
I leaned up, tongue lapping over the angry head of Micah’s dick, then Mason’s, then their hips were pressing closer together, cocks rubbing, both of them gliding over my tongue, stretching my lips.
“There you go,” Mason gritted out, threading his fingers through my hair and angling my head so he could thrust roughly into my throat. “That’s it.”
My fingers circled Micah’s thick shaft tighter, stroking and twisting.
Mason released me, his wet cock sliding free so I could pump him while swallowing Micah. Violent arousal was blooming behind my hips, hooking on my ribs and tugging with each staggered breath.
I rubbed my slick lips on their swollen tips, tongue swirling around and in between, lapping at clear drops of precum. Masculine noises of pleasure and aggression poured over me with their thick kapnos, aching and pulsing deep in my core.
I looked up at them through my eyelashes, watching them make out with each other above me.
It was messy and indulgent, tongues lashing and tangling, mouths open and pressed hungrily together, exhales shattering on wet lips.
Muscular arms and chests, the seize of their abs, the jerk of their cocks against each other, throbbing in my mouth.
They kissed how they fucked. Like they were fighting.
I sucked and choked and licked and squeezed.
Their scents completely overwhelmed me.
Micah looked down at me, teeth gritted, sucking in a breath as his hand joined Mason’s on the back of my skull. He was thrusting his hips, invading my mouth, owning my throat, the look in his eyes utterly wild. His pupils were blown wide and dark.
“Fuck, Masters,” he hissed. “You want this cum?”
I barely got a chance to nod before he was orgasming in my mouth, his head tossed back with pleasure, liquid dripping down my chin.
The sight of Micah climaxing was erotic enough to send Mason there himself, his cum striping across my cheeks and lips, all three of us moaning.
Micah had me on my feet before I could process what was happening, dragging his tongue up my cheek while Mason kissed me sloppily, his tongue sweeping down to catch the cum on my chin.
It was a blur of heavy breathing and greedy tongues licking my skin clean of their orgasms.
And then I was being put on my back on the bed.
“Your turn,” Mason said, eyes tracing the length of my body.
My thighs were spread helplessly open and trembling, the intimate place between them caught in the ravenous crosshairs of both men. The place where I was wettest, humiliatingly visible to them both.
Micah pushed a finger inside of me as both of them crouched between my legs.
“Fucking soaked,” he mumbled. “Making a mess everywhere.”
He leaned down and gave me a very thorough lick, his tongue flat on my swollen pussy, pulling urgent gasps from my mouth with practiced ease.
“Move,” Mason said, his broad shoulders joining Micah’s in holding me wide open.
And then his mouth was there, too.
Two hot tongues swirling around my pussy, flicking over my needy clit.
They were making out with each other, making out with my pussy, licking and sucking and kissing until there was no distinction between any of the wet sensations flickering over my aroused flesh.
Saliva and my own wetness trickled down towards my ass, everything dripping. There were hands on my thighs and my hips, pinning me down, voracious mouths assaulting my clit, skilled tongues pushing inside of me.
I was going to come.
I was going to come so fucking fast.
Please.
My body tensed up, legs shaking, pussy clenching, an unintelligible string of whines and curses escaping my lips as the inexorable force of my orgasm rained down on me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I couldn’t catch my breath, pleasure wrecking every one of my senses, swallowing me until I was entirely lost in it, floating untethered, made of nothing but this.
I was mindless, thrashing and shivering, liquid heat streaming from my core down my tense thighs, all the way to the soles of my feet, my aching nipples, the vulnerable arch of my neck.
Micah took advantage of the vulnerability, lunging up my body to latch his mouth to the unguarded expanse of skin on my throat, biting down on my quick pulse, his big hands harshly groping my tits.
And then his cock was there, so big and hot and thick and hard…
I cried out as he shoved his full length inside of me on a single thrust.
“Micah,” I whined, reaching for his body, my pussy so swollen, so turned on.
Mason had joined us on the bed, his fingers toying with my nipples, his cock stiff.
“Open,” Micah said, motioning to Mason.
His jaw dropped open as he leaned over, Micah spitting right onto his tongue.
Mason turned his head, letting the saliva drip lewdly past his lips onto his erection, then started stroking himself over me.
I stared at the flex and ripple of his forearm as Micah continued grinding deep into me, a second orgasm already burning low in my belly, each insistent thrust coloring the feeling a shade more crucial.
“Are you about to come again?” Micah questioned, his cruel fingers finding my throbbing clit.
All I could manage was a single nod before I was shuddering again, clamping down on his length and his thickness, squeezing him so fucking tight, like I would never let him leave me. I won’t.
Mason was still jerking himself, staring desperately at the place where Micah’s body penetrated mine, his expression so full of carnal, animalistic want that it made my belly flip.
“Fuck, Kill,” he muttered, fingers tightening. “Looks so good.”
“How good?” Micah was sweating, his hips still pumping.
“Good enough that I’m about to come all over both of you.” Mason groaned, his jaw slack, eyes heavy-lidded.
“Do it.”
Do it.
Cum jetted out of Mason’s tip onto the place where Micah fucked me, landing hot and slick and vulgar, shooting obscenely all over my flushed skin, being pushed into me by Micah’s massive cock.
My eyes rolled back.
Micah was fucking me harder now, rougher, deeper, claiming every one of my wounds for himself, breaking me apart into molecules.
His erection swelled inside of me right before he came, filling me up until everything between my legs was a fucking mess.
He finally slumped forward, his body heavy on mine, then rolled over so Mason could lay in front of me.
“You’re so fucking ours,” Mason sighed, his lips pressed to my throat.
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Both Mason and I were fully moved in to Micah’s house. I’d sold the trailer and all my old furniture, which gave me a small chunk of extra money to keep for myself. Micah paid for everything in my life—just like he’d promised he would—but I still wanted to have some of my own money.
The pink flashdrive with all my old PhotoBooth videos on it had been burned, melted into something irretrievable.
It gave me what I needed, and I wouldn’t let it hurt me anymore.
It was proof that I’d loved my brother for a reason.
Proof that he used to be good. Proof that I wasn’t just a fucking idiot loving someone who only ever abused her.
But that proof wouldn’t do anything good for me now. I knew the truth, and I had to trust myself to keep believing it. I didn’t want to ruminate on what could’ve been, what used to be. I wanted to keep going forward.