19. Darcy #2
His gravelly voice sends a shiver down my whole body. My head tips back on a whimper as another finger joins the first, then another, his rhythm rocking my hips forward before I even realize I’m moving.
“That’s it, baby. Let’s see how much your greedy little cunt can take.”
This…
This is how I wanna die.
Tyler releases my nipple with a soft pop, licking across my chest and finding the other with the same patient torment.
Lips. Teeth. Tongue. Hands.
I can’t keep track of who’s touching me anymore, only that they’re somehow moving together, and every sensation overlaps with the next until it’s impossible to separate one from the other.
It’s overwhelming and perfect all at once.
“Fuck… please…I…”
“Want us to stop?” Tyler breathes against my chest.
“NO!”
“I knew it.” Mack huffs out a smug laugh. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.”
His lips brush mine.
“Tell us what you want.”
“I—”
Tyler lifts his head just enough to look up at me, his smirk warm with encouragement while Mack’s hand continues to work between my legs, the pressure winding tighter with every pump of his thick fingers.
“Words, babygirl.”
“Say it.”
“Want us to ruin you?” Tyler presses a wet kiss between my breasts. “Fill up every tight little hole until you’re begging us to make you come?”
God, yes.
My gaze drifts from him then to Mack, head spinning from the possibility of all my twisted fantasies coming true right here.
My chest heaves.
“Please.”
Mack’s mouth finds the spot just beneath my ear, and my knees fall farther apart without either of them having to ask.
“Say it, Darcy.”
His lips brush my skin between every word.
“What. Do. You. Want?”
What do I want?
No one’s ever asked me that before, at least not really caring about the answer.
I want them. Both of them. Every ounce of pleasure that’s been building between us for weeks.
“I want to feel both of you…” My voice catches before I manage, “…together. Inside me.”
“Thank Christ.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
The next moment, we’re moving again.
Mack withdraws his fingers, the emptiness already setting in and making my body feel cold. Before I can protest, both of his hands cradle my legs before throwing me over his chiseled shoulder like a caveman.
“Mack!” A laugh bursts out of me.
Tyler’s already following, laughing under his breath.
He carries me into the living room and gently plops me onto the couch. I scramble onto my knees, still breathless and giggling, my eyes bouncing between them as they close in from either side.
And then it’s straight down to business, the boy working in sync like this is all routine. Tyler shifts left as Mack steps in, neither of them saying a word, and somehow nobody gets in the other’s way.
“Pussy—”
“Mouth—”
They say in unison.
Tyler’s pants pool around his ankles before he steps out of his boxers, his hard cock springing up to his abs with the motion, and I have to make a conscious effort not to let my jaw follow them to the floor.
If dick size runs in the MacAllister gene pool, I’m so done for.
His grin turns cocky at whatever flashes across my face.
My eyes dart to Mack just in time to catch his sweats sliding over his toned thighs, making me bite back a smile.
Definitely genetic. Definitely, gloriously, double-fucked.
I honestly thought this was the sort of thing that only happened in porn.
File under
Darcy gets double-teamed.
Tyler’s warm voice cuts through my intrusive thoughts.
“Pants off, Trouble.”
I eagerly shimmy out of my sleep shorts, exposing my bare pussy. I keep my eyes on them both as I slide the fabric down my legs, the weight of their attention on me equal parts terrifying and intoxicating.
They both let out an appreciative hum.
Tyler drops to his knees.
“Spread those legs real wide for me, Trouble. I wanna split that pussy open with my tongue until you’re squirting on my face.”
I shake my head in mild disbelief.
“But I’ve never—”
Both of them jerk back for a moment, eyebrows drawn.
“Never what?” Mack probes.
Heat floods my face.
“I’ve never had anyone…” I swallow. “…down there.”
Mack’s expression hardens.
“Are you telling me,” he says carefully, “that you’ve never been eaten out? That you were engaged to a man who never went down on you?”
I curl deeper into the sofa, another wave of embarrassment washing over me.
“He said he didn’t like to,” I admit quietly. “Said he didn’t like the way it tastes…”
Tyler snorts.
“Pathetic.” He shakes his head. “What kind of man doesn’t like the taste of pussy?”
His eyes flick up to mine.
“I’m beginning to think you’ve never been properly fucked.”
I’m beginning to think so, too.
Tyler’s expression softens, the teasing giving way to something gentler.
“Do you want to, Trouble?” He asks. “Honestly.”
I swallow against the sudden knot in my throat and nod.
“Yes…”
PLEASE.
He gives me a lazy smile.
“Good,” he says, his voice dropping lower. “’Cause I’ve been fucking dying to taste you.”
Before I can think about what that means, Tyler’s already on his knees, hands gripping my ankles and jerking me closer to his face. He starts making his way toward my dripping center, trailing light kisses up my ankles, then my knees, nipping and licking his way up my inner thighs.
Behind me, Mack moves silently to the back of the couch and leans over me, his rough fingers easing my legs further apart to hold me open while Tyler’s tongue begins to lap at my arousal.
My head drops back and I shut my eyes.
“Oh my god,” I whimper.
“Eyes up here,” Mack grumbles. “I wanna watch you come on my brother’s tongue.”
My eyes snap to Mack’s, but the only response I can manage is a high-pitched moan as Tyler thrusts his tongue inside me before his mouth settles over my swollen clit.
“You’re cute when you’re falling apart. You forget your words, baby?”
“Fuck,” Tyler breathes, his voice muffled enough to vibrate straight through me. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
My gaze drops to him.
“I do?”
Tyler looks up at me.
“Wanna taste?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
His thumb brushes my chin until my lips part, and he swipes his tongue over mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
I feel my skin flush, both of them noticing immediately.
Tyler’s mouth brushes mine one last time.
“I like corrupting you. Who would’ve thought under that sweet facade there was a dirty little slut waiting to be ruined?”
Who would’ve thought under that easy smile and kind eyes would be a mouth like his.
With that, Tyler dips his head back between my legs before he flattens his tongue and plants it directly between my ass cheeks as he licks me from back to front.
The sound that tears out of me barely sounds human as my legs begin to tremble.
“Fuck—”
Tyler’s hands slide further up my thighs, almost seamlessly replacing Mack’s without breaking rhythm. He shoves them wider as his mouth seals over my clit again.
My eyes follow Mack as he comes around to the front of the couch, still watching me, watching us. He rests his knees on the cushion next to me, his thick, veiny cock is now at perfect eye level.
I slip into a trance as I watch him slowly stroke his shaft, a drop of precum already beginning to gather at the tip.
“You see what you’re doing to us, Darcy?”
I lick my lips in response.
“Want that cum, baby? Lick it off like the good little slut you are.”
My breath catches as Tyler’s tongue thrusts inside me again.
“Tyler,” I moan, my fingers threading into his hair as my hips press forward.
“Please don’t stop—”
“Me,” Mack commands in a low voice.
Fuck.
They’re even sexier when they’re fighting for my attention. How is that even possible?
I grab the base of Mack’s straining cock as he guides the tip to my lips, savoring the saltiness as he slides into my mouth.
“Open up wider for me, baby.”
I do my best, earning a sound of approval as Mack eases further into my mouth and I can feel him in the back of my throat.
“That’s it,” he hisses. “Wrap those perfect lips around my fat cock and suck.”
I hollow my cheeks as Mack takes over the pace, giving me just enough time to breathe before filling my mouth again.
I swirl my tongue around his crown.
“Fuck, Darcy,” Mack growls. “That mouth is magic. You take me so well.”
I hum around his dick just as Tyler gently nips at my clit, and my hips immediately chase his mouth again.
“See?” Tyler teases. “She keeps coming back to me.”
My legs shake even harder and I feel like I’m about to explode as Tyler’s relentless mouth continues to tease and torture my pussy.
“My turn,” Mack barks at Tyler as he pulls out of my mouth.
Tyler releases my clit with a pop, looking up at Mack through hooded eyes.
“No chance. I was just about to make her come—”
“That pussy is mine.”
Tyler licks his lips and smirks as he rises, stepping aside to let Mack take over.
“Jealous?”
Mack doesn’t even look away from me as he drops between my legs, tugging my hips toward him so that my ass is suspended in the air before spitting on my clit.
“I wanna drown in this pussy,” he murmurs. “I could eat you every fucking day.”
My mouth falls open.
He wants what Tyler got first. Why is this so hot?
Mack tosses my legs over his shoulders and takes over where Tyler left off, his mouth working my cunt relentlessly.
He licks my glistening center over and over, adding two thick fingers while Tyler steps back in behind me, one hand sliding over my chest as the other strokes lazily at his own length, his touch never really leaving me even after giving up his spot.
The room feels like it’s caught fire, heat and laughter and want crackling between the three of us until I can’t tell where one of them ends and the other begins.
Mack continues his sweet torment, alternating between his fingers and his tongue, and he fucks me into a white-hot haze. My muscles begin to tighten, every nerve in my body pulling toward the same impossible point but still begging for more.
“I need you to fuck me…”
“Not until you come in my mouth first, baby.”
Mack’s words vibrate against me.
“Please…” My own voice barely sounds like mine anymore. “Please fuck me. I need you inside of me. Both of you.”