Chapter 58 #2
A snarl tore out of me. I slid my hands up her torso from beneath, grabbing Luna’s tits and squeezing hard as I thrust up into her from below.
The movement drove my cock against his inside the same tight, flooded channel.
Jeremy’s rhythm matched mine—short, deliberate thrusts from above that dragged his cock along mine, every push forcing us together inside her, the pressure intense enough to make her gasp and quake between us.
“I’m gonna come—I’m gonna fucking come—” Luna screamed.
Jer’s thrusts grew wild. Every slam rubbed our cocks together inside her drenched, stretched pussy, the friction so obscene it made my head spin.
“Jesus, fuck, Dirks, I can feel you against me. I can feel every goddamn vein on your cock while I’m inside her,” Jer gritted out, teeth bared as he snapped his hips forward.
Luna’s screams had turned into guttural, animalistic sounds—her voice shredded, body jerking uncontrollably, sweat and tears streaking her face. “I can’t— I can’t— it’s too much. I’m gonna fucking break—”
Jer grabbed her jaw, forcing her glassy eyes open. “You’re not breaking, honey. Now come. Come on our cocks, right now.”
That command ripped through her. Her entire body snapped tight, pussy seizing around us so viciously it felt like she was trying to strangle both of our cocks inside her.
“Oh fuck— holy fuck—” I roared, hips slamming up as my balls pulled tight. The pressure exploded, hot ribbons of cum blasting deep into her cunt.
Jer’s growl overlapped mine. “Fuck, I’m there. I’m fucking there—” His cock jerked violently inside her, his cum spilling out against mine, filling her to the brim.
Luna screamed, high-pitched and raw, as her orgasm continued to tear through her, convulsing between us. Her pussy milked us mercilessly, sucking every last drop out of our cocks as our loads mixed inside her, so much it seeped out around the edges, running down her ass and thighs.
Jer collapsed forward, chest heaving, forehead pressed to her collarbone. I was shaking beneath her, cock still buried deep, pulsing weakly with aftershocks.
Luna was gone—boneless, trembling, tears streaking her cheeks, a blissed-out smile curving her lips. “Both of you. Inside me. I feel so full. I’ll never let either of you go.”
Jer kissed her jaw, panting. “You’ll never have to. We’re yours. Always.”
I groaned, still inside her, slipping my hand to lace with Jer’s over her belly. “Always.”
Luna whimpered, half delirious, nails dragging down both our arms. “Don’t . . . pull out. Please . . . not yet.”
Jer kissed her jaw, his hips still buried against mine. “I know, honey. But we’ve gotta . . . ”
He groaned, shuddering, then slowly—painfully slowly—he started to ease back.
The second his cock slid out, her walls clamped down harder around me, milking me one last time. Jer’s come, mixed with mine, spilled in thick streams down her slit, coating my cock even before I pulled free.
“Fuuuck . . . ” I hissed, finally slipping out of her swollen hole.
She looked down at the mess with wide, hazy eyes and let out a broken laugh. “It’s everywhere.”
“That’s because we gave you every damn drop.” Jer swiped a thick trail of cum from her thigh with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth, sucking it clean with a groan.
I exhaled hard, still catching my breath, then reached for her. “C’mere.”
She whimpered as I gently shifted her body, turning her in my arms until she was facing me. Her chest pressed against mine, skin flushed, trembling. I wrapped my arms around her back, holding her close, grounding her as her legs tangled with mine.
“You’re ours, Luna girl,” I murmured against her damp temple, voice rough with emotion and everything else I couldn’t say.
Her lips curled into the tiniest smile, her voice shaking but sure. “I’ll take it. All of it. Always.”
Jer flopped down on her other side, still catching his breath, and threw an arm across both of us. “Good.”
Luna lay across my chest, and I smoothed a hand down her back, memorizing every curve, before whispering, “I got you. Let me take care of you now.”
I kissed her temple and lifted her limp body into my arms. She was so small like that, trusting me even in her exhaustion, and it broke something open inside me.
The bathroom light glowed softly as I set her down and pulled a clean towel from the rack. I wiped her gently.
“Shower,” I murmured, pressing one last kiss to her hairline. “I’ll bring clothes.”
She nodded and gave me that soft, drowsy smile.
I stepped out and found Jer in the kitchen, slouched on a chair, towel slung low on his hips, hair sticking to his forehead. He looked gutted—hands clasped tight between his knees, shoulders trembling like he was holding too much inside.
For a second, I stood there, watching him. Watching the man who loved her as much as I did, the man who had carried pieces of her I never could. My throat burned, and before I could stop myself, the words were out.
“I wanna marry her.”
His head snapped up. His eyes, dark and rimmed red, found mine. For a moment, he didn’t move, and I almost thought I’d said too much.
But then his chest hitched, and he let out this broken laugh, shaking his head. “Fuck,” he rasped, dragging a hand over his face. “You just said that out loud.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, stepping closer, the floor cool under my bare feet. “Because it’s the truth. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole damn life.”
“Me too. I want to marry her, too.”
From the bathroom, the shower hissed, and her voice floated out, humming some broken little tune. The sound cut through us, the sound of the only home either of us had ever really known.
We looked at each other then—not as rivals, not as men tearing each other apart for the same woman—but as brothers bound by her. By love.