8. Cade #2
His fingers stay tangled in her hair, holding her exactly where he wants her while his tongue strokes lazily against hers. I can see the way her body melts into it, the way her thighs spread wider for me without her even realizing.
I unbuckle my belt with deliberate movements, the metallic clink cutting through the rain, then shove my pants and boxer briefs down just enough.
My cock springs free, thick and painfully hard, the head already slick with pre-cum that beads at the tip.
The sight of her—naked, flushed, caught and writhing between my brothers—makes it throb visibly, veins standing out along the shaft. I grip her hips, my big hands nearly spanning her waist, and pull her roughly to the very edge of the lounge so her ass hangs just off the cushion.
"Eyes on me."
She tears her mouth from Rhett's with a wet gasp, her swollen lips glistening, pupils blown so wide the blue is almost gone.
She looks down between us, watching as I fist my cock and line the broad head up with her entrance.
The heat radiating from her pussy is insane, her folds parting slickly around me.
I push inside in one slow, relentless thrust.
Her back bows violently off the cushions, a choked, guttural cry ripping from her throat as her walls stretch around my thickness. She's virgin-tight, rippling and clenching like her body can't decide whether to pull me deeper or push me out.
The wet, obscene sound of her taking me echoes under the terrace roof. Rhett's hand tightens in her hair, and I feel her inner muscles flutter wildly around my cock at the added sting.
I don't stop. I can't. I pull out halfway, the drag of her walls exquisite torture, then drive back in harder, burying myself to the hilt.
Her nails rake down my shoulders through my shirt, the sharp bite of pain only fueling the fire roaring through my veins.
Good. I want her marks on me. I want her to feel every inch of this tomorrow.
"Breathe," I tell her, my voice steady even as sweat beads at my temples.
She does—shaky, uneven gasps that hitch every time I rock my hips.
I pull out again, then slam back in deeper, the lounge creaking beneath us. Her hands fly up, nails digging harder into my shoulders, and the sting blooms hot and bright even through the fabric.
Jude stands then, moving fluidly to her other side, his tattooed hand sliding possessively down the soft curve of her stomach until his fingers find where I'm stretching her open.
He circles her swollen clit with his thumb, firm and relentless, and her entire body jerks against me like she's been shocked, a fresh flood of wetness coating my cock.
"That's it," Jude murmurs, his voice rough with awe. "Feel that? Both of us at once, baby. Stretching this pretty little pussy until you can't think straight."
Her eyes squeeze shut, lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks.
"Open," I growl, the command leaving no room for argument.
She obeys instantly, those blue eyes flying wide to meet mine again. Lightning flashes across the sky, bleaching her face bone-white for a split second before deep shadows swallow her expression.
Thunder cracks overhead like the island itself is groaning, and the sound rips a raw, desperate moan from her throat—low, broken, and utterly filthy.
The noise gets swallowed by the relentless roar of the rain, but I feel it vibrate through her chest and straight into my cock where it's buried inside her.
Rhett shifts, rising to his feet with that quiet grace of his. He circles to where her head rests against the thick cushions, already palming the massive bulge straining against his pants.
When he frees himself, his cock juts out heavy and flushed, veins prominent, the head glistening. Nora's gaze locks onto it immediately, hunger flashing across her face like she's starving.
She reaches for him without being told, her small hand wrapping around his thick length, fingers barely meeting. The sight of her stroking him while I fuck her sends a possessive snarl surging up my throat.
He steps closer, hips canting forward. "You sure?"
She nods frantically, her grip tightening, thumb swirling over the sensitive head in a way that makes his jaw clench.
"Use your mouth, Nora." Rhett's voice stays gentle, coaxing, even as his fingers guide her head. "Take your time. I want to feel every second of this."
She leans up eagerly, lips parting, and the shift in her body is immediate—the way her walls clamp down viciously around my cock as she takes Rhett into the wet heat of her mouth.
The dual sensation nearly blinds me. I thrust harder, grinding deep, losing myself in the slick, impossible heat of our sweet stepsister while the storm rages on around us.
The storm's still humming around us, rain lashing the open terrace in rhythmic sheets that mingle with the wet sounds of flesh and desperate breaths.
Nora's body jolts forward with every brutal snap of my hips, her soaked pussy gripping me, slick and scalding, each thrust dragging a fresh gush of her arousal down my shaft to coat my balls.
The heavy, musky scent of sex hangs thick in the humid air, sharper than the brine of the ocean just beyond the railing.
Rhett keeps her head cradled in his big palm, fingers threaded through those wild red waves, guiding her without forcing as she hollows her cheeks around his thick cock.
Her tongue swirls messily along the veined underside, saliva dripping from the stretched corners of her mouth in shiny strands that catch the low lightning flashes.
The vibration of her muffled whimpers travels straight through him; I see his abs flex, hear the low, guttural curse rip from his chest like it's been punched out.
Jude's thumb circles her swollen clit with relentless pressure, the lewd, squelching noises of her dripping cunt echoing louder than the rain.
"You're soaking, love. Making a mess of him," he growls, voice husky with that irrepressible grin I can hear even if I can't see it.
His other hand pumps his own cock in lazy strokes beside her hip, veins standing out against the tattooed skin.
Her eyelids flutter, thick lashes casting shadows on freckled cheeks as she struggles to take Rhett deeper, throat working visibly around his girth.
The sight burns into me—her overwhelmed expression, the flush crawling down her neck to those full, bouncing tits, the way her thighs shake uncontrollably against my pounding rhythm.
Fuck, she's falling apart and still trying so hard to please us. This girl, our sweet stepsister, has no idea what she's unleashing. The thought coils tight in my gut, possessive and raw, locking into place like it belongs there.
"Nora." My voice slices low and steady through the chaos, deeper than the thunder. Her blue eyes snap open, hazy and dilated, locking onto mine like I'm her anchor. "Stay with me."
The praise slips free before I can cage it. "Good girl." Her entire body seizes at the words—inner walls clamping down so viciously around my cock that stars burst behind my eyes, milking me with rhythmic pulses that nearly drag my own release out too soon.
Heat floods my veins, every nerve screaming to fill her up, mark her from the inside while my brothers claim the rest.
Jude laughs, the sound breathless and ragged against the downpour. "She liked that."
"Shut up," I grit out, jaw tight, refusing to let him pull my focus.