3. Chloe
CHLOE
My knees sink into the carpet between Adam's spread legs while the train rocks us with that steady, low vibration. Bourbon and leather fill my nose.
My pulse pounds so hard between my ears that it almost drowns out the clink of silverware the chef left behind after clearing the short ribs.
Adam stares down at me. Those gray eyes lock on mine without blinking. His cock stands thick and flushed against his stomach, the head already slick. My mouth waters before I even lean forward.
"Look at you." His voice scrapes out low. "On your knees for your stepbrother. Open that pretty mouth."
Heat floods my face. The words should embarrass me. Instead they pulse straight between my legs. I part my lips and take the head of his cock inside. Salt and skin hit my tongue. He groans above me, one big hand sliding into my hair but not pushing. Not yet.
The sheer size of him stretches my jaw. I bob my head, trying to take more, and my cheeks hollow. His thighs tense under my palms.
The trimmed beard on his jaw looks darker in the warm lounge light, and his full-sleeve tattoos flex as his fingers tighten in my hair.
"Fuck, that's it." He shifts his hips, feeding me another inch. "Suck harder, Chloe. Show me how bad you've wanted this cock while you sat across from me at every family dinner pretending not to stare."
I whimper around him. The vibration makes his stomach muscles jump. My tongue presses along the underside, exploring the thick vein that pulses there.
Saliva already coats my chin. I don't care. All I care about is the way his breath catches every time I take him deeper.
His free hand cups my jaw. Thumb strokes my cheek. "Good girl. Bet that pussy is dripping all over the floor right now."
The crude words make my clit throb. I squeeze my thighs together and suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks with each pull. His cock twitches against my tongue.
The hand in my hair yanks me off with a wet pop before I can finish him.
"Up." He stands in one fluid motion, all six-five of him towering over me. "On the chair. Now."
My legs shake when I rise. Before I can climb onto the wide leather seat, Chris appears beside me. His beard brushes my temple as he grips my waist with steady hands. The contrast between Adam's blunt commands and Chris's deliberate calm sends another shiver racing down my spine.
"Easy," Chris murmurs against my ear. His voice stays low enough that the words feel private even though Harry watches from across the lounge. "Leg over here. That's it." He helps swing my thigh across Adam's chest so I face Adam's cock again. My knees plant on either side of his head.
The position leaves me completely exposed, pussy hovering inches above his mouth while my tits hang heavy toward his stomach.
Adam's hands grip my ass and yank me down. No warning. His tongue drags through my folds in one long, filthy stroke. I cry out, hips jerking. The sudden wet heat shocks me so hard my arms buckle.
"Stay right there," Adam growls against my pussy. His beard scratches my inner thighs. "You don't get to run from this mouth. Not after years of blue balls."
Chris steadies me with a hand between my shoulder blades. His touch feels grounding, almost gentle compared to the way Adam's tongue spears inside me. Two thick fingers follow, stretching me open while Adam sucks hard on my clit. My moan vibrates around Adam's cock as I take him back into my mouth.
The dual sensations short-circuit my brain. Adam's tongue flicks fast and mean. His fingers curl inside me, stroking a spot that makes my toes curl against the leather.
I bob frantically on his dick, spit running down his shaft and over his balls. Every lick and suck he gives my pussy I try to return tenfold.
Across the lounge, fabric rustles. I lift my eyes just enough to see Harry and Chris both have their cocks out. Harry's huge hand strokes slowly up and down his thick length. Chris works himself with tighter, more controlled pulls.
Their eyes stay glued to where Adam's face disappears between my thighs.
The sight sends fresh slick flooding Adam's tongue.
"She's soaking me," Adam says, voice muffled against my cunt. He pumps his fingers faster. "Our little stepsister loves being watched. Look how her pussy clenches every time she catches you jerking off to her."
I can't answer. My mouth stays full of his cock. The train sways around a curve and the motion pushes me harder against his face. His nose grinds against my clit while his tongue fucks in and out of me. My thighs start to shake.
Chris steps closer. His broad palm covers one of my breasts and squeezes. The precise way he pinches my nipple makes me keen around Adam's dick. "Breathe through your nose," Chris instructs, voice low and steady. "Don't stop sucking him. He needs it."
I try. God, I try. Adam adds a third finger and the stretch burns so good I see sparks behind my eyelids. His tongue works my clit in tight circles. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me fill the lounge louder than the train's engine.
Harry's dark blue eyes meet mine. He doesn't speak, just strokes himself faster. The contrast between his laid-back posture against the window and the ferocious grip on his cock makes my stomach clench.
Adam pulls his mouth off my pussy just long enough to bark, "You like riding your stepbrother's face while you choke on his cock? Answer me."
I pop off his dick with a gasp. Strings of saliva connect my lips to the shiny head. "Yes. Fuck, yes, I like it."
His fingers curl harder inside me. "Of course you do. Acting like such a proper little college girl and all you needed was your big brothers to bend you over and use every hole. Pathetic how fast you soaked my beard."
The words burn through me like gasoline on a fire. My hips grind down on his face without permission. He laughs, dark and satisfied, then seals his mouth over my clit again and sucks so hard my vision whites out at the edges.
Chris twists my nipple again. The sharp sting travels straight to where Adam's tongue works me. "Look at you," Chris says against my ear. "Both of us watching you fall apart. Does it make you feel dirty, Chloe? Knowing your stepbrothers can't keep their hands off you anymore?"
I moan loud around Adam's cock. The vibration must push him right to the edge because his thighs lock and his hips jerk up. He pulls his fingers free of my pussy with a wet sound and smacks my ass hard.
"Swallow every drop when I come down your throat," he orders. His voice sounds shredded. "Don't you dare waste it."
I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, tongue working the underside frantically. His cock swells against my tongue.
The first hot spurt hits the back of my throat and I swallow convulsively. He groans loud enough that the sound echoes off the lounge walls. Pulse after pulse fills my mouth until I have to pull back to breathe. Come drips down my chin onto his stomach.
Adam keeps licking me through his own orgasm. His beard scrapes my oversensitive skin. The relentless pressure on my clit builds fast, too fast. I try to lift off his face but his hands clamp down on my hips and hold me in place.
"Come on my tongue, stepsister. Right fucking now."
The command shatters me. My orgasm crashes through every muscle. I clamp down around nothing, thighs clamping around his head while I shake and cry out.
Wetness gushes over his face. He licks it all up like he can't get enough.
When the spasms finally ease, Adam guides me off him with surprising care. My knees feel like jelly. Chris catches me before I can collapse, pulling me against his solid chest. His cock presses hot and hard against my lower back.
The chef chooses that exact moment to appear at the edge of the lounge. He carries a fresh bottle of wine and keeps his eyes carefully averted from my naked, cum-smeared body. "Do you need anything else this evening?"
Harry's voice cuts through the air, dry as bone. "No. Get out."
The chef disappears without another word.
My chest heaves. Come and my own juices coat my thighs. Adam sits up, lips and beard shiny with me. The satisfied smirk on his face makes my stomach flip.
Chris turns me in his arms. His brown eyes drop to my mouth, then lower to the mess on my chin and tits. "Open up."
I part my lips immediately. He strokes himself a few times more, jaw tight with control. The first thick rope of come lands across my tongue. The second stripes my cheek.
More hits my breasts and drips down my stomach. He aims the last few pulses straight into my waiting mouth until it overflows and runs down my chin.
"Swallow," he says quietly.
I do. The taste of him mixes with Adam's on my tongue. Chris watches every second, eyes dark with satisfaction.
Harry still has his cock in his huge hand. He hasn't come yet. The patient way he watches me sends a fresh pulse of heat through my exhausted body. The train sways again, pressing me tighter against Chris's chest.
Adam stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His gray eyes glitter as they rake over the come decorating my skin. "Look at our pretty stepsister. Painted like the perfect little cumslut she was always meant to be."
I should feel shame. Instead I feel claimed. Wanted. The kind of wanted that settles deep in my bones and makes me wonder how the hell I survived three years of their silence.
Chris runs his thumb through the mess on my cheek and pushes it between my lips. I suck the digit clean without being told. His low hum of approval vibrates against my back.
The observation dome waits above us. Harry hasn't moved, but the hunger in his dark blue eyes says he won't stay patient much longer. My body aches in the best way. My jaw feels sore. My pussy still flutters with aftershocks.
And we still have some hours until Colorado.
Chris kisses my temple, surprisingly tender after the filth we just committed. "Breathe, Chloe."
I do. The air tastes like sex and bourbon and the faint metallic tang of the train tracks rushing beneath us. Adam's hand finds my hip, possessive even now. Harry's gaze burns from across the room.
None of them look like they plan to let me sleep anytime soon.
My heart thuds against my ribs. The train keeps hurtling west through the dark Nebraska night, carrying us closer to the mountains and whatever happens once we reach that isolated cabin.
For the first time in years, the thought doesn't fill me with dread.
It fills me with something hungry instead.
Harry finally pushes off the window. His height makes the lounge feel smaller as he crosses toward us. Come still cools on my skin. My knees tremble from the orgasms Adam wrung out of me.
"I'll have my time with you later," Harry says. "For now, you need rest."