Chapter 46 Burn
BURN
Burn’s breath caught in his throat—a sharp, involuntary hitch as he took in the sight before him.
The woman he and Bright both cared for—the woman who had somehow become the center of their fucked-up universe—was laid out between them like a goddamn feast, and he was starving.
The thin, crimson silk of her nightgown was pulled up, putting her full, heavy breasts on display, the nipples still wet and tight from their mouths.
But it was what was below that held his gaze captive.
Her thick, luscious thighs were spread wide for them, soft and creamy brown against the white sheets—an open invitation that made his cock pulse with a painful, immediate need. And between them… fuck. Her pussy was berry-dark and glistening with need.
The plump, swollen outer lips were flushed and parted slightly to reveal her inner slit, gleaming with her sweet, slippery honey.
Her tight little clit looked like a pearl, begging for attention and Burn could smell the rich, ripe scent of her female arousal—an aphrodisiac that went straight to his head, clouding his thoughts with a single, primal imperative—he had to taste her.
He wanted to bury his face between her thighs—wanted to devour her, to drink down every last drop of her juices and hear her moan his name until she was hoarse.
But through the red haze of lust, a sliver of reason remained.
She was sensitive—overwhelmed and over-stimulated.
He had to go slow—had to be careful with her, even if every instinct inside shouted at him to take, to claim, to own.
He dragged his gaze from the hypnotic sight of her spread pussy and looked up at Bright, a silent question in his eyes. The Light Twin, his face a mask of shared hunger and need, gave a slight, understanding nod.
“You can go first,” Bright said, his voice rough with desire, as though he’d read the desperate need burning in Burn’s soul. “Just save some honey for me.”
A hoarse, grateful sound rumbled in Burn’s chest.
“Will do,” he promised. He shifted his focus back to Noelle, whose wide, uncertain eyes were fixed on him. “Just help her relax and let me in.”
“Of course,” Bright murmured, his tone shifting into one of gentle command.
Burn was dimly aware of his friend moving, settling behind Noelle, pulling her up so her back was against his chest. Bright wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders, his other hand coming to rest comfortingly on her stomach.
“It’s alright, my lady,” he whispered into her ear. “Just breathe. Let us take care of you. Let Burn show you how good he can make you feel.”
Burn didn’t wait for further permission. He moved between her spread thighs, the heat from her body radiating against his lips. He placed his hands on the soft, trembling flesh of her inner knees, his thumbs stroking slow, soothing circles. Then, holding her gaze, he lowered his head.
He didn’t dive in. He started gently, in a way that felt alien to his own brutal nature.
He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee.
Her creamy brown skin was like warm silk.
He felt her jolt, a tiny gasp escaping her lips.
He did the same to the other thigh, inhaling her scent, letting it drown him.
He trailed a line of feather-light kisses upwards, each one bringing him closer to the epicenter of her heat, the source of that intoxicating perfume.
When he was finally there, his face hovering just inches from her soft little pussy, he paused, breathing her in, letting the anticipation coil tight in both of them. He could see everything—the shine of her honey and the sweet bud of her clit, swollen and begging for attention.
“Gods, so fucking beautiful,” he heard himself growl, the words raw and honest.
Then, he gave in to the need that was clawing at his self-control.
His tongue, broad and flat, swiped up her entire slit in one long, slow, languorous stroke from her entrance to her clit.
The taste of her exploded on his tongue—sweet, ripe, and uniquely her—better than any ambrosia, more addictive than any drug.
A broken, shuddering cry tore from Noelle’s throat, her hips bucking off the bed. Bright’s arm tightened around her, holding her steady.
“That’s it,” the Light Twin murmured, his voice a low, dirty counterpoint to Burn’s feasting. “Let Burn taste you, Noelle. Let him have all that sweet nectar. Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like the way his big, rough tongue feels on your soft little pussy?”
“Y-yes!” she sobbed, her fingers twisting in the sheets.
Encouraged, Burn dove back in, his control shattering. The starving male inside him was unleashed and he let himself go, tasting her with abandon.
He feasted on her soft pussy, his mouth sealing over her entire sex, his tongue delving, lapping, exploring every bit of her.
He focused on her clit, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, then sucking it gently into his mouth, applying a steady, pulsing pressure that made her legs tremble violently.
He drank her down, swallowing her juices and groaning deep in his chest as the perfect, salty-sweet flavor of her invaded his senses.
“Dios, Burn!” she moaned, her back arching, her head falling back against Bright’s shoulder. “Oh, please!”
“He’s good, isn’t he?” Bright purred into her ear, his own breath coming faster as he watched Burn tasting their woman. “Look at him, Noelle. Look how he devours you. He can’t get enough. Tell him how good he’s making you feel.”
“So good!” she gasped, her words fracturing into incoherent moans. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop!”
Burn had no intention of stopping. He was lost in her—consumed by her.
He slid one hand down from her knee, his fingers finding her tight, clutching entrance.
He pushed one thick finger inside her, slowly, feeling her inner muscles clamp down around him like a velvet glove.
She cried out—a raw, ragged sound of pure pleasure, her body bowing off the bed.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Baby” he growled, looking up briefly. He added a second finger, stretching her, crooking them to find that special spot deep inside her. When he rubbed against it, her entire world seemed to shatter.
“There! Oh, please, right there!” she begged, her hips meeting the thrust of his fingers, riding his hand while his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit.
The combination was too much. The coil of pleasure in her belly, wound so impossibly tight by their dual attention, finally seemed to snap and Burn sensed the orgasm ripping through her with the force of a tidal wave.
A long, wordless moan was torn from her throat as her body convulsed, her cunt milking his fingers in frantic, rhythmic pulses, her juices flooding his mouth and coating his chin.
Burn took it all eagerly, relentlessly sucking and licking her through the violent, shuddering aftershocks until she was a boneless, sobbing mess in Bright’s arms, whimpering from the overwhelming sensitivity.
Slowly, carefully, Burn withdrew his fingers and pulled back, his face shiny with her juices, his chest heaving. He couldn’t help feeling proud when he saw how utterly relaxed, and completely satisfied she looked.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing.
Then, Bright’s voice, thick with his own unsated need, cut through the silence.
“My turn.”
Burn looked up at his friend, seeing the same raw hunger he’d felt himself mirrored in Bright’s hazel eyes. There was no jealousy—only a shared, possessive need.
He gave a single, sharp nod.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice a gravelly rasp. “Your turn.”
He shifted, moving out from between her thighs. As he did, he leaned forward and captured Noelle’s lips in a deep, searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She moaned weakly into his mouth, her response weak but eager.
Then, he traded places with Bright.
Now it was Burn who sat behind her, pulling her limp, sated body back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her to hold her securely in place. He nuzzled into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her desire as Bright settled between her wide-spread legs.
“Ready for me, sweetheart?” the Light Twin asked softly, his gaze locked on hers.
Noelle, dazed and floating, could only manage a weak nod, her eyes fluttering closed.
And as Bright lowered his head to taste the honey Burn had so generously left for him, Burn held her close, whispering filthy, encouraging praises in her ear, watching his best friend worship the woman they both loved with his mouth, and knowing, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that this was exactly where he was meant to be.