Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE | TARYN
“Damn, she just came all over my fingers and tongue,” Brennan grunts.
I inhale an unstable breath. “Colten.” I intended for his name to serve as a warning for Cameron and Brennan, but it escapes my lips as a desperate plea.
Cameron turns to brace an arm on the back of the couch, slouching into the cushions beside my head. “Fuck. Did Colten watching you make you come?”
I nod apprehensively, my eyes steady on Colten. He crosses one arm over the other, his biceps straining against his gray T-shirt.
Still bent over like a whore with a leg propped up, I mutter, “Yes.”
The column of his throat works. “You two are supposed to be on lunch break,” Colten grits out with clenched fists now at his sides.
He’s mad. Colten’s irritation is so hot that the light sheen of sweat glazing his skin glistens from the sun peeking through the windows.
I’m afraid he’ll start melting and drip onto the floor like acid.
I’m sure he wishes it would swallow him whole, considering he nearly walked into a fuckfest between his two brothers and me.
Brennan stands up behind me, his jeans rubbing against my ass. “We are having lunch.”
Colten exhales, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. He places his hands on his hips, shaking his head as his jaw flexes.
“You see that, Taryn?” Cameron quips. “That’s Colten’s I’m-going-to-fucking-kill-someone face.
” I peer at Colten, his gaze bouncing between the three of us.
My focus lands on the growing bulge behind his zipper.
“There’s no need to look like that, Colt.
You’ve always known Brennan and I are great at sharing. ”
“Not a fucking chance.”
Brennan’s wicked laugh seeps through my pores, tensing every muscle in my body. “So, you want to watch then?” he taunts. “We are far from being done with her, so it’s either you watch her take our cocks like the good little slut we all know she is, or you leave.”
“Come here, Taryn,” Cameron orders.
Swallowing hesitantly, I rise off the back of the couch and make my way around it like a newborn calf learning to walk for the first time. My legs feel like jelly after being in that position for so long.
Brennan rips off his shirt, discarding it onto the floor. The grating of Cameron’s zipper and Colten’s heavy breathing only thickens the nearly suffocating tension hanging in the room.
Standing up, Cameron shoves his pants to his ankles and kicks them off. I come to stand in front of him, his thick erection springing free and jutting straight toward me.
He plops down on the couch, wrapping a fist around his dick as he slowly pumps himself from base to tip. “On your hands and knees. I want you to show Colten how talented you are at sucking cock.”
Colten’s sharp tone cuts through the air, “I already know how good she is.”
I lower myself to my knees as Brennan discards his pants and moves around to sit on the far end of the couch from Cameron and me, so he has a perfect view of my positioning between his brother’s legs.
Cameron threads his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip at the nape of my neck. I inhale sharply, the sting pulling a hiss through my teeth. “Do you? Or do you need the reminder?”
Before Colten has time to counter, Cameron guides my mouth to his cock. My lips pop open, letting him guide himself in. My lips stretch to fit his size, his heated focus observing my movements as my cheeks hollow to take him.
I want them. All three of them. And if Colten wants to play voyeur, I will give him something to watch.
My body is so needy, I’m quivering. My hands dart up to grip Cameron’s solid thighs for stability. I take him deeper, his length soft against my tongue.
My gaze magnetizes to his, and I watch the way his eyes darken when the tip of his dick punches the back of my throat.
The first few tears roll down my feverish cheeks, leaving cold trails against my hot skin, but I don’t stop.
He rewards me with his firm grip tightening in my hair while he releases a grumble that directly hits my clit.
“Goddamn. Look at how pretty she looks with her lips wrapped around your cock,” Brennan says, standing to stalk toward me.
Cameron tugs me off him, his dick withdrawing from my mouth with a pop.
Is Colten really going to stand there this entire time? He told me he wouldn’t watch, yet here he is, utterly immobile at the edge of the living room with his feet glued to the floor.
I rise onto my knees for Brennan, reaching forward to cup his balls.
My tongue twirls around the head of his cock, swiping up the bead at the top.
He cups the back of my skull, holding my head hostage as he snaps his hips forward, fully filling my mouth.
I choke around him as he finds a steady pace, moving in and out in a way that has wet sounds piercing the air.
My heart thunders against my ribs, trying to escape and fall between Brennan’s feet. Everything about this situation feels sinful, but I’ve never felt so confident. Self-assurance bubbles under my skin, popping, bursting, and driving me feral for these men.
I may be the one on my knees, but I hold the power to bring them to theirs.
My eyes magnetize to Colten’s as Brennan satiates himself in my mouth. His Adam’s apple bobs, a silent testament to the internal battle he’s facing.
“Are you going to check if she’s dripping on our carpet, Colt, or should I?” Cameron’s gruff voice comes from behind me.
Colten takes a step toward us, his first movement in the last few minutes beside his chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. His face is still hardened, but his expression sends a jolt of fear down my spine at his entranced state.
Another step.
And another.
Then his feet hit the carpet, and pure fright rolls through me, squashing whatever confidence was budding.
Never mind.
I can’t do this; I am way out of my league here.
Colten crouches to my level, his warm scent of cinnamon and leather with a hint of wood enveloping me and driving my senses wild. He drives me wild. Brennan may be stuffing my mouth, but my eyes slice to the side to collide with Colten’s.
His raspy voice has my insides coiling. “Are you soaked for my brothers, Little Ghost?”
A shock wave bolts through my body at his question, leaving me momentarily stunned. Well, it’s not a question exactly. A statement. Because he damn well knows that I’m melting for them.
The rough pad of Brennan’s thumb caresses my cheekbone. “Open your legs but keep your eyes on me.”
I am high on them. All of them. So, I do as he asks and reposition my knees on the floor.
Colten reaches between my thighs, sliding his fingers through my wet center. My eyes clamp shut as I moan around Brennan, feeling and hearing how wet I am when Colten slaps my pussy a few times.
“Fuck. She’s soaked,” Colten breathes.
“Shit. When you touch her like that, her moan vibrates through my cock,” Brennan sighs, tossing his head back.
Colten leans into my ear, his warm breath gliding down the slope of my neck. “Should we show them how you prefer to take cock?”
I nod.
Colten’s husky voice makes my clit ache and swell. “Sit on the couch, Bren,” Colten orders. “I’ll show you how Taryn prefers to be fucked.”
Brennan removes me from him, and I take a moment to suck a few deep breaths into my burning lungs.
Now Cameron is the one watching us with his dick in his hand.
Brennan crashes onto the couch, and I move between his legs, grabbing his cock again as he shifts to the edge of the sofa, nudging my lips with his head.
The ruffling of clothes and the grating of a zipper behind me release an army of sharp wings that attack my stomach.
They aren’t butterflies. It’s what I imagine crow wings to feel like.
It was as if Colten somehow transferred the crow feathers inked on his arms into my body when he touched me with his fingers.
They are violent.
Frenzied.
Hungry to be quelled by pleasure.
Another noise turns my head—I think it’s the legs of the coffee table dragging across the carpet—but Brennan grips my jaw with his thumb and forefinger, lifting my eyes to meet his.
Brennan’s head slants. “I want to see the look in your eyes when you take my dick to the back of your throat, while Colten fills your needy cunt.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I nod.
My eyes are steady on his as I lower my mouth onto him.
Something thrusts into my pussy at the same time, making my muscles clench.
Colten’s fingers bend, deliciously hitting that spot that has my toes curling.
He withdraws them, replacing them with the hot tip of his cock.
He slides it through my arousal a few times before slowly pushing inside me.
Inch by inch, he stretches me, the feeling beautifully hypnotic until he reaches the hilt, pulling out and slamming back into me.
“Oh shit,” I cry around Brennan’s cock, but it emerges like gibberish. Brennan’s mouth tilts in one corner at my inability to speak.
“This is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life,” Cameron groans.
He moves closer to Brennan on the couch as Colten rolls his hips into my ass from behind, his heated and clammy skin slapping against mine. Cameron reaches for my hand, bringing it to grip his rock-hard erection as his brothers use me.
“How does her pussy feel, Colt?” Cameron inquires as my fingers wrap around his length while Bren thrusts between my lips, and Colten’s pacing picks up from behind.
Pleasure racks through my body, and the rope coiling in my lower belly starts to tighten.
“Her cunt is gripping me so tightly,” Colten exhales.
One hand grips my ass cheek while the other is splayed across my lower back. He strikes into me from behind, pushing Brennan’s cock deeper down my throat every time his hips snap forward.
Colten’s fingers travel up my spine, tangling into my hair. “What do you say, Little Ghost? Should we let Cam take your ass?”