2. Kyler
Kyler
The door swings open, and I see Kieran between Kelsey's legs like some kind of starving wolf. His head is bent, like he was about to dive between her legs, and the sight of it turns my blood to ice.
She's sprawled across the bed, her camisole twisted around her waist. Her thighs are spread, her panties shoved to the side, and Kieran's fingers are buried inside her.
As my gaze drags across her body to her face, I see one breast exposed, the nipple glistening with his spit
And then I see it.
Her eyes are closed.
She's asleep.
This sends a white-hot rage tearing through me.
I lunge.
But then my gaze snaps to the nightstand.
Two instant films. Just like mine.
One of her face, similar to the one I'm holding with Kieran's name in the note. The other is her body, her camisole pushed up, her panties barely covering anything.
And beneath it, a note.
…to touch me even when I'm asleep.
I snatch it up, my fingers crushing the edge.
Kieran's smirk fades. "So you got one too."
It's not a question.
My pulse roars in my ears.
The words blur together, my vision tunneling. My cock throbs against my zipper, hard as steel, betraying me even as my fists clench at my sides.
I turn to her, wanting to ask what it's all about.
"Kelsey."
No twitch. No murmur. Nothing.
My throat tightens, fingers flexing at my sides. I step closer, my shadow swallowing half the bed. "Kelsey."
Still nothing.
Kieran exhales through his nose, like I'm wasting his time. "She's really not waking up."
The words hit like a punch.
My jaw locks.
I should walk out.
I should.
But I don't.
Why should I leave him alone with her when she also gave me permission?
"It's my turn," I mutter.
His eyes flick to Kelsey, then back to me. "We can't both—"
"Watch me."
The air between us crackles, charged with something primal. Possessive. Dangerous.
The bed groans under my weight as I shove Kieran aside, my shoulder slamming into his chest. He stumbles back, but I don't give a fuck. My hands are already on her thighs, spreading them wider, my mouth watering at the sight of her glistening cunt.
I lean down.
My tongue drags through her folds, slow and deliberate, tasting her arousal…sweet, musky,. She whimpers in her sleep, her hips twitching, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I groan against her, my fingers digging into her thighs as I lick deeper, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Then Kieran's back, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in. "I'm not leaving."
I don't care. I don't even look at him.
All I can think about is her.
My fingers slide inside her, curling, stroking, and she gasps, her back arching off the bed. Kieran's hand joins mine, his fingers stretching her alongside mine, and the wet, obscene sounds of her pussy taking us both fill the room.
Her thighs tremble. Her breath comes in short, sharp bursts, her lips parting on a silent moan.
I pull back just enough to growl, "Fuck, she's tight."
Kieran's fingers twist, his thumb pressing against her clit, and she jerks, her hips bucking. "She's close."
I don't need him to tell me. I can feel it… the way her walls clench around my fingers, the way her breath hitches, the way her body trembles like a live wire.
I dive back in, my tongue lashing her clit, my fingers pumping, and Kieran's free hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back. His mouth crashes onto hers, swallowing her moans as she comes apart.
Her back arches, her thighs clamping around my head, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she rides out her orgasm. I lap at her, drinking her down, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper.
When she finally stills, I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Kieran's already smirking at me, his fingers still buried inside her.
"Bet she came faster for me," I say, my voice rough.
Kieran's smirk deepens. "Doubt it. Let me."
I don't give him a chance to prove it. I lean down, my hands gripping her thighs as I bury my face between them again. My tongue flicks over her clit, my fingers sliding back inside her, and she whimpers, her body still sensitive from her first orgasm.
Kieran chuckles, then his hands are on her breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples, and she moans, her hips rolling against my mouth. I growl against her, my fingers curling, stroking that spot inside her that makes her gasp.
"Mmm," she moans, her voice thick with sleep and pleasure.
I don't let up. I can't. Not when she's like this… so responsive.
Kieran's fingers join mine again, stretching her, filling her, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed. I can feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering around my fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
I pull back just enough to growl, "Come for me."
And she does.
Her body tenses, her thighs clamping around my head, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she comes again, her moans filling the room. I don't stop, my tongue lashing her clit, my fingers pumping, drawing out her orgasm until she's trembling, her breath ragged.
When I finally pull back, Kieran's mouth is on hers again, swallowing her moans. His fingers are still inside her, and she whimpers, her body still sensitive.
I sit back on my heels, my cock aching, my breath coming in sharp bursts. Kieran's eyes meet mine, his smirk gone, replaced by something darker, more possessive.
"She's not done yet," he says, his voice low.
I don't argue.
I just watch as he works her, his fingers pumping, his thumb pressing against her clit, and she moans, her hips rolling, her body trembling.
This is going to be a long night.
* * *
Kelsey's thighs are slick with her own arousal, her skin flushed, her breath still coming in sharp, uneven bursts. My fingers twitch at my sides, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper, the need to bury myself inside her almost unbearable.
We've been at this for hours. Making her come with our hands and tongues.
Kieran' suddenly rises, unbuckling his belt, his eyes locked on her pussy, his jaw tight. "I'm going in."
I scoff, my hand going to my own zipper. "Like hell you are. Why should you go first? Aren't you her stepfather?"
"We're not blood related, and you know the real story behind that."
My grip tightens around her ankle, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
"You don't get to go first," I growl, yanking her leg toward me. She whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly, her cunt glistening with need.
Kieran's hand clamps down on her other leg, his knuckles white. "I touched her first. I tasted her first." His voice is low, dangerous. "You're just the backup plan."
I bare my teeth. "Backup? I got the same instant film you did." My thumb traces circles on her skin, her breath hitching. "She's not yours to claim first."
"So noisy…"
We both freeze when her lashes flutter.
A soft, confused sound escapes her lips, her sparkling cornflower blue eyes blinking up at us, dazed and heavy-lidded. Her gaze flicks between us, her brow furrowing as she takes in our positions… Kieran on her left, me on her right, both of us with our hands on our cocks, our pants undone.
"What—" Her voice is thick, rough from sleep and the moans we wrung from her. She tries to sit up, but my hand on her thigh tightens, holding her down. Kieran's does the same on the other side, our fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Her breath hitches, her eyes widening as she realizes we're not letting her go. "Kyler? Kieran?"
Kieran's thumb traces slow circles on her inner thigh, his voice low, rough. "We got your photo and note."
Her gaze drops to the Polaroids on the nightstand, then back to us, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "I—" She swallows, her throat working, her thighs trembling beneath our hands. "I wasn't sure you would—"
"Do it?" I finish, my voice a growl. My fingers flex on her thigh, my cock aching with the need to be inside her. "I couldn't leave even when I was so pissed he got here first."
Her breath catches, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nipples hard little peaks again. She licks her lips, her gaze flicking between us, her body betraying her with the way her thighs press together, the way her breath hitches when Kieran's fingers brush closer to her center.
"And I won't let him have you all to himself," Kieran murmurs, his thumb pressing against her clit. She gasps, her hips jerking, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief second before snapping back open.
Her hands fist in the sheets, her knuckles white. "I didn't think you'd actually—"
"You didn't think we'd what?" I demand, my voice sharp. My fingers slide higher on her thigh, my thumb brushing against her slick folds. She whimpers, her hips lifting, her body begging for more even as her words try to deny it. "You didn't think we'd take what you offered?"
Her breath comes in short, sharp bursts, her chest heaving, her eyes locked on mine. "I didn't think you'd both accept."
Kieran's hand slides up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple. "We should just discuss this tomorrow. Right now, there's more pressing matters."
She moans, her back arching, her thighs trembling. "What now?" Her breath catches, her teeth sinking into that plump bottom lip. My cock throbs, the ache almost unbearable.
"Who gets you first?" My voice is rough, the words scraping out of me. "Me or him?"
She swallows hard, her gaze flicking between us, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "I-I don't know. You decide."
My jaw tightens. "Just choose."
Her cheeks flush, her voice barely a whisper. "Whoever can be gentle? It's my first time." The words hang between us, heavy, loaded. My chest constricts, my grip on her thigh tightening. Kieran's fingers still on her breast, his breath hitching.
Her words hit like a punch to the gut.
She's a virgin.
"Gentle, huh?" he growls, his voice rougher than I've ever heard it. His eyes lock onto hers, dark with something primal, possessive. "I can be gentle."
I should argue. Should tell him no, that I should be the one to take her first, to break her in slow, to make sure she's ready. But before I can get the words out, he's already shifting between her thighs, his cock in his hand, the head pressing against her slick entrance.
Her breath hitches, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Will it hurt?"
"At first," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over her clit in slow, teasing circles. "Just relax for me. Let me in."
She whimpers, her hips lifting just enough to take the tip, her body trembling beneath us. My cock throbs, aching with the need to be inside her, but I force myself to stay still and not shove Kieran away as he eases forward, his jaw clenched, his muscles straining with the effort to go slow.
Her back arches, a soft cry escaping her lips as he pushes deeper, her tight heat swallowing him inch by inch. My fingers twitch at my sides, my pulse roaring in my ears.
Then I realize…
If I can't have that hole, then I'll use the other.
Shifting up the bed, I grip her chin, tilting her face toward me. Her lips are parted, her breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts, her eyes glazed with pleasure and something else… something raw and vulnerable.
"You ever sucked a cock before?" My voice is rough, demanding, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip.
She shakes her head, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her gaze flicking to my cock before snapping back up to meet mine.
"Good," I growl, my fingers tangling in her hair. "Then this'll be your first."
I guide her mouth to my cock, my grip firm but not cruel, my thumb pressing down on her chin to open her wider.
She resists for half a second, her teeth grazing my shaft, but then Kieran rolls his hips, burying himself deeper inside her, and she gasps, her mouth opening just enough for me to slide in.
Fuck.
She's tight, wet, her tongue tentative against the underside of my cock, her lips stretching around me. I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair, my hips rocking forward just enough to push deeper. She whimpers around me, the sound vibrating down my shaft, her hands coming up to grip my thighs.
Kieran's hands are on her hips, his thumbs pressing into her skin as he starts to move, slow and deep, his eyes locked on where they're joined. "Fuck, she's tight," he grits out, his voice strained. "So fucking tight."
I can't respond. Not with her mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling, her lips sucking.
I can only groan, my hips rocking forward, my cock hitting the back of her throat.
She gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn't pull away.
Instead, she takes me deeper, her hands tightening on my thighs, her nails digging in.
Kieran's fingers find her clit, his thumb pressing down in slow, firm circles. Her back arches, a muffled cry escaping her lips, her body trembling between us. I can feel her throat working around my cock, her tongue swirling, her lips sucking harder.
Fuck. Fuck.
I'm not going to last.
My fingers tighten in her hair, my hips rocking faster, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She moans around me, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. Kieran's groans fill the room, his hips snapping forward, his cock buried deep inside her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grits out, his fingers moving faster on her clit. "Come with me. Come on my cock."
She whimpers, her body tensing, her mouth tightening around me. I can feel her throat working, her tongue swirling, her lips sucking harder. My balls tighten, my cock throbbing, my release building at the base of my spine.
Kieran's hips stutter, his cock pulsing inside her, his groan loud and guttural. She cries out around my cock, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him as she comes.
The sound, the feel of her coming undone, sends me over the edge. My cock pulses, my release shooting down her throat in thick, hot ropes. She swallows around me, her throat working, her tongue swirling, her lips sucking every last drop from me.
I groan, my fingers loosening in her hair, my hips rocking forward one last time before I pull out, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes closed, her body trembling.
Kieran pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with her arousal, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. He collapses beside her, his hand brushing the hair from her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip.
I shift onto the bed beside her, my fingers tracing patterns on her thigh, my gaze locked on her face. Her lashes flutter, her breath evening out, her body relaxing into the mattress.
She's asleep within minutes, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.
We don't say a word.
Tomorrow, we'll talk about this with her.