Chapter 3 #3
Lane's hand slides beneath my skirt. His palm settles on my inner thigh, warm and firm, and he strokes upward slowly.
I gasp.
"So soft," he murmurs. His fingers move higher, brushing closer to where I'm aching. "You like that?"
"Yes."
"Where else do you like being touched?"
"Everywhere."
He smiles. "That's not an answer."
"I don't know," I admit breathlessly. "No one's ever—I mean, I haven't done this before."
His expression sharpens. "You're a virgin?"
I shake my head quickly. "No. I've had sex before. But not... not like this. Not with someone who cares about making me feel good."
I stop, mortified.
Lane's thumb strokes my inner thigh. "Baby, no. Why would you let men like that touch you? The whole purpose of sex is to make your body feel good."
"You're one of the rare ones if you think that," I whisper.
Something fierce crosses his face. "Then I'm going to make sure you remember what ecstasy feels like, so you'll never let another man touch you if he can't give you what your body needs."
He leans down and closes his mouth over my left nipple.
The suction is immediate and firm, and I feel my body respond. My nipple hardens even further beneath his tongue, and then, milk sprays into his mouth.
Lane groans. The sound vibrates against my breast, and I feel it everywhere. The flow of milk relaxes my muscles, as the tension drains away from my full breast.
Lane's hand on my thigh slides higher. His fingers brush the edge of my panties. "Lane?"
He pulls off my nipple just long enough to speak. "I want to feel you. Can I?"
"Yes."
His fingers slide beneath the fabric. And then he's touching me. Skin to skin.
I moan so loudly I'm sure Rhett can hear me upstairs.
Lane's fingers stroke through my folds, spreading the wetness. "You're soaking wet, babygirl. Your folds are so slippery and warm."
"I can't help it. You make me feel things I've never felt before."
"I don't want you to help it." His fingers circle my entrance, teasing. "I want you exactly like this. Wet and needy and desperate for me. Leaking from your pussy and your tits and begging me to milk you and touch you."
He leans down and bites my nipple. The sharp pressure triggers my letdown, and suddenly milk is pouring into his mouth. Lane groans again and begins drinking in earnest, his mouth working rhythmically while his hand cups my breast, squeezing gently to coax more milk out.
"Just like that," he murmurs between swallows. "Give it to me. Give me all that delicious titty cream that you've been making in those massive milkers."
I feel the relief immediately. My breast had been so painfully full, and now the pressure is easing with every pull of his mouth.
His stubble scrapes against the sensitive skin of my breast, and the roughness of it sends another wave of heat straight to my core. I'm swimming in heat, drowning in sensations, and the only reason I'm still here is because Lane's masculine authority is grounding me.
His fingers slip inside my aching cunt. I cry out, my hips jerking forward. Lane's fingers curl, stroking somewhere deep inside me that makes my vision blur.
"You're so tight," he murmurs against my breast. "So fucking wet that I can slide deep inside that cunt easily."
He kisses my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he bites down again. More milk sprays into his mouth, and he drinks greedily while his fingers pump slowly in and out of me.
"Do you know what you are?" he asks, his voice rough.
I shake my head, incapable of speech.
"You're a pretty little hucow." His thumb finds my clit and circles it slowly. "You love being milked, don't you?"
I whimper. "Yes."
"It makes you horny."
"I know it's wrong."
"It's not wrong." His fingers thrust deeper, and I gasp. "If it feels good to you, there's nothing wrong with it."
His mouth closes over my nipple again, and this time the suction is brutal. Milk pours out, steady and thick, and Lane drinks it down while his fingers work between my legs.
His thumb presses harder against my clit, circling faster now. His fingers curl inside me, stroking that perfect spot over and over, and I feel the pressure building low in my belly.
"Lane, I'm close..."
"Come for me," he orders against my breast. "I want to feel your needy cunt squeezing my fingers while I drain your milky tits."
His thumb flicks my clit once, twice, and then the pressure inside me shatters.
I come so hard I see stars. My pussy clenches around his fingers, pulsing rhythmically, and Lane groans as he feels it.
He keeps sucking, keeps stroking, drawing out every last tremor until I collapse against him, boneless and gasping.
Finally, he releases my breast. His hand slides free from between my legs, and he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.
"You taste incredible," he murmurs. "And your milk is so sweet. I'm already craving another taste.."
I'm blushing so hard I feel like my entire body is on fire.
Then I hear footsteps on the stairs.
I freeze.
Lane doesn't move. His hands are still on my waist, holding me against him, and when I glance down I realize my breasts are still bare, my skirt is rucked up around my hips, and my pussy is undoubtedly visible.
Rhett appears from upstairs. He stops. His gaze sweeps over me, over Lane's hand still resting possessively on my hip. Over my exposed breasts, still glistening with milk. Over Lane's fingers, which are unmistakably wet.
For several long seconds, no one speaks.
Then Rhett's expression shifts. The surprise fades, replaced by something darker. Hungrier.
His voice is low when he finally speaks. "I put the babies to sleep."
Lane's thumb strokes once along my hip. "Good."
Rhett's gaze doesn't leave me. "Looks like I'm interrupting."
"You're not," Lane says.
I swallow hard. "Rhett, please. Don't misunderstand."
His eyes flick to mine. The heat in them makes my breath catch.
"I want to be part of whatever this is," he says quietly.
My heart stutters. "You do?"
He steps into the room. "If you'll have me."
I look between them. Lane's hand tightens slightly on my hip. Rhett's gaze is steady, waiting for my answer.
I take a shaky breath. "Yes. I would love to. It'd be like a dream come true, having the two of you together."
Rhett smiles. "Good girl. But it's late now."
"My breasts still hurt." I pout. But I can feel my head getting heavier. Sex relaxed me way too much. And after an exhausting day, I feel ready to collapse onto the bed and let sleep claim me.
Rhett can probably see the tiredness on my face, and he's being considerate as usual.
"I know they hurt." He comes closer, kneeling before me. His hand finds my knee. "So how about this? I'll drain your breasts and we'll both stuff you full of our cocks while you asleep. Do you trust us enough for that? Do you want to wake up leaking cum and sore from being penetrated by two dicks?"
My pussy clenches in an immediate yes. I know somnophilia is forbidden, but with these two men, I want to try every taboo thing, explore every filthy, dark fantasy I've ever had.
I nod eagerly. "I can't believe you guys are real. How do you know every filthy fantasy I've ever had? How do you keep making my dreams come true?"
Rhett laughs and Lane smacks my ass, kissing me on the shoulder. "That's because we're just as filthy as you, babygirl. We want the same things you want."
I swallow, unable to believe that I've found two perfect men who take care of me, and who are so comfortable with my darkest kinks and fantasies. It's like I've met my soulmates who get me at every level—sexually and emotionally.
"And while we're on the subject of being filthy, do you want us to come inside you, breed you, and make a mess of your pussy, or would you prefer condoms?" Rhett asks. "We're clean, and we have the proof if you want to see it."
I believe it. They're doctors. They know how to take care of their health.
"Bare," I reply. I'm being brazen here. "I'm clean, too."
I neglect to mention that I'm not on birth control. I should be careful, but when it comes to these guys, throwing caution to the wind has become a norm. The idea of being bred while I'm asleep, waking up with two cocks inside me and cum in my womb makes my whole body shiver with need.
I want it so bad, I'm ready to take a risk.
"I'll be waiting in my sleep," I tell them. "You can do whatever you want with me."