18. Kai #3
She doesn’t fight us this time. The tension slowly fades from her body, her shivering the only sign of her resistance.
My thumb dusts over her clit as a reward for her surrender. A low, deep moan falls from her throat, and it's the sexiest fucking noise I've ever heard.
“You want to come?” Kaleb growls in her ear.
She nods erratically. “Yes, I need to come, please. I need to come.”
“Beg for it. Beg my brother to let you come.” Kaleb accentuates each word with a shake of her head with his hand in her hair.
“Please, Kai. Please let me come,” she whines, sobbing. “Please, I need it. Please, I've been so good for you. Please!”
Fuck. My cock jerks inside her. I'm not ready for this to be over yet.
But then I remember that it doesn't have to be, because she's not going fucking anywhere. Tonight is just the beginning, and by morning, I'm going to have her holes gaping and open for me.
“You want to come?” I murmur.
“Yes, Kai. I'll do anything, please. Please. Fuck.”
Her head turns into the crook of Kaleb's neck. A look of pain crossing her features. I give Kaleb a look, and, like always, he knows what I want him to do.
His other hand snakes down her body, two fingers sinking into her wet cunt, just before I fall on top of her and begin to fuck her ass brutally.
She wails, but it's lined with pleasure from the way he plays with her pussy.
I cut it off as I wrap both palms around her neck and squeeze tight.
Her eyes fly open, mouth parting as she tries and fails to suck down oxygen.
Her next breath will be when her ass is full of my cum.
My hips slap against her thighs in a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving her into Kaleb. Her body writhes between us, every muscle pulled taut as another shudder wracks through her.
Her body seizes, tightening around me in a way that sends a violent surge of pleasure racing up my spine. My grip around her throat instinctively tightens.
Too tight.
My thoughts blur into white noise.
Everything else disappearing until there is nothing left except the feeling of her trembling beneath my hands.
“Kai.”
His voice barely reaches me. Distant. Muffled by my focus on her. Only her. And the roar filling my head.
“Kai!”
He’s louder this time. Can’t focus. Nothing but the frantic beat of my pulse and her icy blue eyes rolling into the back of her head. My body detonates as I feel her ass clenching down on me. Filling her up, I growl.
“Enough, Kai.”
She can barely get any oxygen in. Every desperate attempt to draw air claws at something inside of me, but I can’t recognise it for what it is.
“Brother,” his voice cuts through the fog. “Let go.”
Finally, the words sink in. My fingers release as though they’ve been burned.
It takes every bit of strength for me to loosen my grip on her throat, and she sucks in ragged breaths, coughing and spluttering, spit and snot leaking down her face. It's enough to send me over the edge, and I feel her body tighten with her own orgasm. Just as messed up as I am.
My cock spasms inside, her ass milking me.
Her cries are raw and choked as she falls apart on top of Kaleb.
It takes me a second to come back down to earth.
I pull out of her quickly, chest heaving as I search her for any damage.
My fingertips glide over her throat, feeling the structures there and making sure I didn't do irreparable harm. Her blissful, unfocused eyes watch me. Pain. Confusion. My trembling fingers search for life. She’s still here.
With me. Bruises bloom acorss her throat.
“She's okay, brother,” Kaleb murmurs.
Her eyes slowly lift to mine. Hazy and dazed, but alive.
“Kai...” Her voice is rough, barely more than a whisper.
I swallow the dread building inside of me.
“I’m here,” I whisper, the words sounding foreign.
My fingers press against the side of her neck, landing on her pulse. My cock jerks when I feel the thump of her heart against my fingertips.
She nuzzles into my palm as if these very hands weren’t just wrapped around her throat and squeezing for dear life. Then...
She fucking smiles.
A small, satisfied curve of her lips.
My chest aches and without thinking, I gather her against me, lifting her from Kaleb and holding her tightly against my body. More carefully than I ever have before.
“That was...” she breathes in the crook of my neck, her fingers dancing through my hair. She sniffles, searching for the words. “A lot.”
“I’m... sorry,” I whisper the words I don’t think I’ve ever uttered, holding her tighter.
She pulls back, eyes finding mine. She’s here, but also not quite here. Stuck in that place that wild sex can pull you.
“No,” she breathes. “Good, a lot.”
Her fingertips slide over a thick scar on my collarbone, and my eyes follow them, fighting the instinct to hide my body.
Behind me, the sound of clothes rustling as Kaleb gets dressed, barely pulls my attention.
I hear the bedroom door open and close, but all I can feel is the steady sound of her heartbeat beneath my fingers.
The beat I’d almost stolen.