30. Sharing #2
There are so many things I want to try with her, but right now all that matters is to feel her soft, wet heat around me.
One quick snap of my hips is all it takes. Talia is so wet that I sink inside her to the hilt.
She immediately pulses around me and my body moves inside hers, guided by pure instinct.
“Oh my God, yes.” She moans.
I grab one of her legs, lifting it to my hips so I can go deeper, and she feels so good. Too good.
“Are you going to come again for me, baby?”
Her teeth scrape against her bottom lip as she nods.
I grind my hips hard, putting pressure on her clit with my pelvis, and she snaps.
The fact that I manage not to blow my load with the onslaught of sensation of her inner muscles fluttering around me as she comes is a miracle.
One thing that has helped me to hold back is the heat of Becks’s gaze on us.
I turn to look at him, still in his jeans, a few feet away from the bed.
The yearning in his eyes is something I understand. My brother and I used to be joined at the hip as kids. We were always on the same page; we wanted the same things. Until we didn’t.
Tonight, for the first time in years, we’re back on that same page. We both want Talia.
A part of me tells me to kick him out of the room right now. That this isn’t going to end well. The trouble is that I can’t do that. Because I understand how he feels and because I know that Talia wants him too.
When I withdraw from Talia, she looks at me, confused.
“Macklin, where are you going? You aren’t done.”
“I know, baby.” I smile. “I was just thinking that both Becks and I made you come once. Think you’d like to find out if we could make you come together?”
I know the answer even before she says yes.
“What do you say, brother? Do you want to help me make my girl feel good?” I can’t help staking that verbal claim on her. I’m the one for Talia, and that won’t change no matter what happens between her and Becker. It’s just a matter of waiting for the attraction between them to run its course.
Becks’s brows knit together, suspicion written all over his face.
“What do you mean, together?” He asks.
“It means whatever Talia wants. But I had a couple of ideas. For example, Talia, would you like to see how Becks feels inside you?”
“Yes.”
The look in her eyes makes jealousy expand in my chest, but this was always going to happen. I’ve known that Talia wanted my brother since we agreed to our deal. If they do it tonight, I get to be a part of it. And if that makes me an asshole, I don’t give a fuck.
“Becks, there’s a box of condoms in my nightstand.” And yes, I’m very aware that I was fucking Talia bare two seconds ago and I’m asking him to use a condom. If I’m an asshole, I’m a possessive one, too.
It’s hard to tell if my demands piss him off. Becks is naked and suited up in a matter of seconds.
“What did you have in mind?” Talia asks me.
“Come here, Becks.” I pat the mattress by my side and stifle the laughter that wants to bubble out of me at the scowl on his face.
He’s never liked it when I told him what to do, but if he wants to fuck my girlfriend tonight, it’s my way or his left hand.
I guess it’s decided. I’m definitely an asshole and there’s probably a place in hell with my name on it. But like I always say, in love and in hockey, almost anything goes.
Once Becks is sitting on the edge of the mattress, his sheathed erection jutting out between his legs, I offer Talia my hand. “Come here, baby. I was thinking you’d look insanely hot sitting on Becks’s lap, grinding on his cock. Is that something you’d be into?”
She nods and accepts my hand.
Watching Talia impale herself on my brother’s cock is way hotter than it should be.
And as I watch his long, thick shaft disappear inside my girlfriend, I know for a fact that I couldn’t share Talia with anyone else, not even for one night. Not even if it were just a kiss.
My fingers are still laced with hers when Becks’s hands settle on her hips.
This is the hottest and most maddening thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m equally turned on and furious.
“Fuck, pretty girl,” Becks grinds out. “You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good.”
“You feel good, too.” She sounds a little breathless, and when he shifts slightly to brush his lips against hers, I can’t fucking take it.
I bend to run my lips over her jaw, waiting for her to turn to kiss me.
I devour her mouth while my brother’s cock is buried deep inside her until we’re both breathing hard.
Talia looks at me, holding my face between her hands. “You said you were going to make me come together. Do you want to take my mouth?”
Fuck.
The picture she’s painting is hot. “If that’s what you want, I can. I just had something else in mind. Remember I told you one day I would fuck your perfect tits?”
“Oh my God, yes.” She moans. “I want that, Macklin. Please.”
My cock pulses with need, a bead of clear fluid forming at the tip. I have lube in my nightstand, but I can’t even bear to walk away from her for one second. “Hold your tits together, baby.”
The second she does what I asked, I spit in the cleft between her tits and then again on my palm.
With them sitting on the bed, my cock is perfectly lined up with Talia’s chest.
I guide my shaft between the perfect globes of her breasts, thrusting slowly.
Becks picks up my same pace, fucking up into Talia from his sitting position.
“This feels so good,” Talia moans. “I love—like. I like feeling you both like this.”
“Talia,” my brother’s voice is strained. “I don’t have long. You feel too good, pretty girl.”
Once again, I’m on his same page. Twice in the same night. “Me too, baby. Do you think you can come again for us?”
“I’m so close.” She whimpers.
Before I can do anything about it, Becks’s hand sneaks between Talia’s creamy thighs to find her clit.
She cries out with her eyes locked with mine.
Becks is the next one to come apart. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.” He grunts, hiding his face in the crook of Talia’s neck.
I have no hope of lasting another second. The head of my cock swells right before the first rope of cum lands on Talia’s perfect skin.
Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any hotter, she opens her mouth to catch some of my release onto her tongue.
For a second, nobody moves as what we just did begins to dawn on us.
I miss the softness of Talia’s skin the second I withdraw. Bending down to kiss her, I encourage her to wrap her arms around my neck and help her off Becks’s lap.
The faint noise from the party that’s still raging downstairs sifts all the way through to the top floor. In this moment, I would pay for an en-suite bathroom.
But after the first time we hung out in my room, I stocked up on wet wipes just for times like this.
“Let me clean you up, baby.”
Talia yawns, and I help her into bed. “We have morning skate at seven tomorrow, but you can sleep in if you want.” I murmur, kissing the side of her head.
Her sleepy eyes look behind me, and I turn to find Becks who got rid of the condom and is holding his underwear in one hand.
We look at each other for a long, tense moment.
“I guess,” he clears his throat. “I should get going.”
Yes, fucker. Go and leave me alone with my girl.
I don’t say that out loud, and the way Talia is looking at him makes me hesitate. “It’s up to Talia,” I bite out.
“Becks, can you stay?” She asks, settling against my pillows. “This bed is big enough for all three of us, and it would be nice if you could sleep over.”
Becks doesn’t let her ask twice.
My brother and I haven’t shared a room since the last time we did a hockey camp together in middle school.
But just like that, we fall asleep together. With the girl of our dreams tucked between us.