Chapter 35 #2
I squirm, both of their grips compressing into my damp flesh to keep me in place while their cocks fill me.
That would be too much. There’s no way I can take all three of them simultaneously.
The words loiter on my tongue, but Colten’s ruthless thrusting has Brennan’s length shoving them back down where they’ll never see the light of day.
Colten wraps my hair around his fist, pulling my head up. I wince in pain, sucking in the air I was deprived of the second Brennan’s cock falls from my mouth.
Colten withdraws from my center, standing up to settle on the couch.
He doesn’t release me, my scalp aching when he tugs me along with him.
I’m sure in his eyes, some of this is my punishment for what he walked into.
Nothing says welcome home for lunch like seeing me sandwiched between his twin brothers as one sucked on my clit while the other devoured my mouth.
I’m sure he would’ve preferred an actual sandwich.
He sinks into the couch, every muscle relaxing against the firm armrest. He pulls his legs up, his muscular limbs sprawling out as he pulls me on top to straddle him.
His hands locate the juncture between my hip bones and my soft stomach, his calloused touch igniting a wildfire that coasts across my skin, a bead of sweat trickling down my neck.
My palms flatten against his inked pecs, giving myself purchase to grind my clit along his erection. The electrifying friction sparks the fuse like a firework, anticipating the explosion that will shatter us into pieces.
Shatter our restraint.
Shatter our untouchable little world on the hill because there’s no going back after this.
Colten’s chest rises and falls under my hands. “Are you ready to take all three of our cocks?” My answering swallow transforms his mouth into a vicious grin. “No turning back now, Taryn.”
The way his gravelly voice articulates my name could make me come right here. He said I’m only allowed to come on his cock, so technically, I wouldn’t be breaking the rules since his hard length is pressed against my wet center.
His large hand snatches my throat, dragging my chest down to rest against his—my breasts perfectly molding to his pecs as Cameron’s hands firmly grip my ass.
Colton’s voice lowers to a whisper as his lips skim my ear, a warning laced in his tone.
“You’re fucking with my entire head, baby.
I said I don’t share—” He wets his lips.
“But here we are, and if you were bent over the couch like a slut for my brothers, I’m going to treat you like one.
And good sluts let all their holes be used. ”
His admonition echoes in my ears, unleashing an impenetrable, suffocating fog that prevents coherent thoughts from forming. Cameron says something, but a strange sense of dissociation washes over me. His voice sounds distant and muffled, as if I’m watching this scene unfold from somewhere far away.
“She’s ready,” Colten answers.
Shit. Is that what Cameron asked?
Because I’m not sure I am. These Lindenvale brothers are carrying trophies between their legs. I can barely handle one brother when we’re fucking around, let alone three.
At the same time.
“Oh, God.” I don’t mean for my whimper to be audibly heard, but their knowing snickers tell me they liked hearing it.
Brennan stands behind Colten’s head, where he’s still relaxed against the armrest. I’m facing Colten and Brennan in this position, and Cameron is…
Fingers slip through my dripping arousal behind me, making me shudder. I brush my chin over my shoulder, observing as Cameron moves a finger to my other tight hole. He inserts a digit and holds my eyes, my muscles clenching and teeth gritting at the intrusion.
A corner of his mouth tips, and he moves his finger in and out as I slowly adjust to it.
Taking one is manageable, but when his speed picks up and I release a whimper, hunger flashes across his eyes.
He withdraws it, drags two fingers through my center, coating them in my arousal, and repositions them at my back entrance before shoving them inside.
“Ah,” I bite out as Cameron works to stretch me so I can fit him.
So I can fit all of them.
The pain intensifies, and I slam my eyes shut, trying to ignore the burning behind my eyes.
A finger dips below my chin, turning my head. “Focus on me and relax your muscles. It’s going to hurt, but you can take it.” Colten’s hands snake toward my back, spreading my ass so Cameron has better access to stretch me slowly.
My lips flatten in a line—the pain slowly morphing into pleasure as the seconds turn into minutes and the discomfort and ache subside.
Colten wraps his arms around my back, lowering my lips to his.
Words leave Cameron’s mouth, but I’m too lost in the feverish kiss with Colten as our tongues strike, heating up the temperature coating my skin.
He explores my mouth, our lips moving in sync.
Too many emotions and feelings are consuming me when Cameron spits on my ass, dragging his cock through before positioning his tip at my entrance.
I whimper into Colten’s mouth nervously, the sound enticing his tongue to sweep and frolic with mine in a way that has my head spinning with dizzying intensity.
Why is it that kissing during sex increases the intimacy level tenfold? He’s not even the one slowly thrusting inside me. His brother is. But the flawless man under me is seeping further into my heart with every encounter. Every touch, no matter how minuscule or immense it may be.
My heart rumbles behind my rib cage. A bead of sweat trickles down my back as the living room suddenly feels like a furnace, burning me alive. I push up to draw in a full breath, but Colten grips his dick and wastes no time pressing into my soaked pussy.
“Goddamn. This ass is so fucking tight,” Cameron grunts, burying himself to the hilt.
Tears burn behind my eyes at the ache that is as excruciating as it is beautiful. Pleasure can satisfy, but pain stirs the soul, making you feel alive. A muted scream is driven from my lungs, the fullness coiling the taut string in my stomach.
Colten groans, pushing his hips up at a steady, mind-bending pace. Cameron doesn’t move, though. He may be inside me, but he’s waiting for me to adjust to the feeling of him in my ass while his brother fills my pussy.
“One more, baby,” Colten hums.
Why does he keep calling me that? It almost sounds like a declaration.
He couldn’t be claiming me in front of his brothers.
Could he?
Do I even want him to?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Instinctively, I lean forward, my lips popping open. Brennan’s thick cock drifts along my tongue to the back of my throat, the three of them filling me completely. I should feel dirty. Embarrassed. But I don’t. I feel powerful when I make these men unhinged.
Colten thrusts upward under me as Cameron starts slowly pushing his hips forward. My watery eyes roll upward, clashing with Brennan’s green ones.
A tear cascades over my bottom lashes and onto my cheek. His wicked smile spurs my confidence, and I moan around his cock, watching the way his taut abdomen tightens further, showcasing his abs that cut into his tan skin.
“Look at those tears dripping on my cock.”
That’s what Brennan said that night in the Orchard when I ran. I’m not sure why, but I think Brennan gets off on tears.
“Look at those beautiful brown eyes melting for us,” Brennan grunts, swiping his thumb over my jaw to wipe away the saliva dripping down my chin.
Yep. Me crying definitely turns him on. I can feel it in the way the vein under his shaft throbs against my tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I’m not going to last long like this.” Cameron’s fingers dig into my ass as he starts grinding at a steadier pace from behind now that he’s stretched me to fit him.
They say if you pinch yourself, you won’t feel other pain because the sharp sensation distracts your brain, momentarily masking any other discomfort.
Between Brennan’s cock hitting the back of my throat, Colten filling my pussy, and Cameron taking my ass, there are so many emotions and things happening to my body that it numbs the agony.
They are dragging me down to the depths, drowning me in euphoria.
Heavy breaths and skin slapping skin overtake the room, their skilled movements fluttering the pulse in my clit, encouraging my oncoming orgasm. My glazed eyes roll to the back of my head.
“None of us are.” Brennan’s voice hints that he’s grinning. “Look at how perfectly she’s taking all of us.”
“Are you going to show us how grateful you are, Little Ghost,” Colten exhales sharply, “and come while we’re all buried inside you?”
The slight curve in Colten’s dick hits that spot that has my toes digging into the couch. Darkness clouds my vision. I moan in response, letting it consume me. My cheeks are hollow for Brennan as my pussy and ass clench around both Cameron’s and Colten’s cocks.
“Yes, just like that baby,” Colten soothes, his face appearing through my blurry, watery eyes.
Those words haul me into a space where time doesn’t exist. Nothing else exists but us. I come around them, my eyes fluttering closed as the surge crashes into me so hard my limbs shake and quiver with the climax.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Cameron bellows, pulling out as hot ribbons fall across my back.
“Shit, me too,” Brennan says the second salty streams coat the back of my throat.
Colten doesn’t stop. He goes harder. Mercilessly pounding my pussy while I struggle to swallow Brennan’s cum as he pulls out of my mouth. I don’t know what colossal storm is raging in Colten’s head, but his fingers wrap around my throat like a vise.
He covers my mouth with his, his tongue immediately demanding entrance. I cry out at the overwhelming emotions consuming me, our teeth clashing and lips fueling the flames.
Holy hell.
I shriek against his lips as Colten draws a second orgasm from me, but only for him. His dick jolts, pulsing his cum inside of me as he finds his release with me. My chest cracks open, letting this man sink deeper into my soul.
The realization dawns on me that he doesn’t have a condom on. Neither did Cameron. But I can’t bring myself to care as I feel his hot release dripping down the inside of my thighs as he draws out both of our orgasms.
His lips brush gently against mine, and he slows his pace, riding out both of our orgasms. He lifts his face from mine, gaping at me with heated eyes.
The look almost makes me forget that Cameron and Brennan, completely satiated, are staring at us.
But it’s not long before the intensity gleaming in Colten’s eyes alters into confusion, then something else entirely that seizes my breath.
We all exist in complete silence, and I can see the war raging behind Colten’s green irises. He looks like he’s about to break, and my heart thrashes.
He lifts me off him, shaking his head at himself.
He’s spiraling, and all I want to do is save him—to wrap my arms around him and tell him I’m sorry for dragging him into this mess when it bends his morals.
Hauling himself off the couch, he irritably reaches for his pants and shirt on the floor and does what he always does.
He leaves the room without another word to any of us.
Brennan and Cameron peer at me, their scrutinizing gazes feeling like ants crawling up my limbs.
“Colten, wait,” I holler.
Grabbing the blanket off the couch, I wrap it around my naked body, chasing after him.
But he’s already gone. I hustle through the foyer, down the hallway, and out the back door, which he didn’t even bother to shut.
I sprint across the yard, extremely aware of their cum leaking down my thighs, but I’m too focused on the brooding man marching up his porch steps.
“Colten, please stop,” I yell. “Just talk to me!”
It’s as if his body hits a wall. His shirt is clenched in his fist, but his pants are on. The muscles in his back are rigid, his shoulders so broad and strained that I could slam my fist against him and break bones.
My heart sinks like a boulder tossed into the deepest trench in the sea when he keeps walking and slams the door behind him.
I stand there with the blanket wrapped tightly around me. It’s fine. If he doesn’t want to face me now, I know there’s one thing I can do that he won’t be able to ignore.
Because Colten Lindenvale hates it when I run.