Page 45 of Cross To Bear

“Shut up,” I growled, more bear than man right now, because we knew.

Sliding our tongue along her entire seam, not leaving a single inch untouched, because we wanted her to feel us everywhere. My beard leaving her skin tingling, my tongue parting her, forcing her open to me. Delving into that hot, slick channel, one that flexed around my tongue as she moaned. What fucking heaven it would be, to free my dick and drive it into her. My spare hand strayed down, grinding the heel of my hand into my aching length to try and ease that pain.

Or just make it worse.

But this wasn’t about me. I bowed down before her most sacred of altars, praying to all the bear gods with my mouth, if not my voice, writing blasphemous prayers with my tongue only to be rewarded by her choked off moans.

“Hawk licking you good?” Razor asked, gazing down at her with a reverence she couldn’t see. He caressed her cheek so softly, his whole heart spilling out as she sucked him deep. Each time she moved forward, I chased her, nipping her thighs until they were bright red then glorying in the feel of her pressing back into my face.

I was drowning in her, not able to breathe, and I didn’t want to. I just wanted more. More of her, more of those tiny little sounds of pleasure. More of her dripping on my tongue. More of me slurping every drop up, her tangy taste everything I’d been waiting for, until I felt a hand on my collar. A low down deep growl rumbled all the way through me, then her, until I rolled my eyes up.

Crash smirked down at me and if he didn’t back the fuck up, he was gonna live up to his name as I threw him through the wall.

“Sharing is caring, Hawkie,” he said in a sing-song voice.

“Fuck. O—”

“I need her too, brother.” That naked need, that vulnerable expression, I knew it well because my face would be wearing it 24/7 if I allowed my emotions to show. “I need to taste my mate, to feel her on my tongue, to…”

His voice trailed away as I forced myself back. This is how it worked between us. Crash and I were half-brothers by blood, but fully bonded via our souls, and when a brother asked for something in seriousness, you gave it to him. I nodded then, licking my lips clean and stepped back.

“Fuck, baby…” Crash smoothed his hands over Maddie’s arse. “Hawk’s got you all worked up, hasn’t he?”

He pushed two fingers inside her. I was unable to look away as he pulsed them in and out, the motion sending a shiver through me, because it wasn’t hard to imagine. Pinning her to the bed, bending her double as you fed your cock into those velvety depths. I’d never have thought to undo my jeans and pull my cock out in front of the others for anything other than a piss. My hand was a poor substitute, callused and hard where she was soft, but I had to take my pleasures where I found them.

“Don’t worry, sweetness. Crash is here and he’s gonna make it all better.”

He was much slower than me, eating her out like a slow kiss, pausing after every lick, the gaps between them getting shorter and shorter, as did her muffled sounds.

“Someone’s getting close.” Bjorn pulled his mouth free of her nipple, the whole area now bright red and swollen. “Take her other breast.”

With a negligent tilt of his head, he indicated what he meant, not realising what he was offering.

I didn’t know how beautiful Maddie’s cunt was when I saw her at Bjorn’s parent’s place. I didn’t know I'd never want to wash my beard again, just to try and hold onto that sweet scent. But her tits? I saw them hiding beneath her blouses, or threatening to spill free of her swimsuit top when she jumped into the pool. I knew the constellation of the freckles across the tops, just like I did the ones in the sky. I counted every single one of them every time her focus was somewhere else. To palm one now, feeling her nipple harden in my hand, it made me want to do very bad things.

Push all that softness together around my cock and feel her rub every inch of me with that silky skin. Press each breast together and move my mouth from one nipple to the other, pulling them harder and tighter with my teeth. But most of all I wanted to fill my hands with them, like I did now, gripping those plush mounds as I drove myself deeper into her, feeling her yield, give around me, right as my baculum—

“Oh fuck…” Razor’s voice was a perfect expression of my own feeling, my eyes jerking up as I lowered my head to claim her nipple. “Look how much you’re taking down your fucking throat. You’re being such a good girl for me. Not too much. I don’t need you choking on me. No tears in the eyes of my girl.” He wrapped a hand around her throat, thumbing the channel his dick tried to surge down. “You’re blowing my fucking mind here. Three years since anyone’s touched me. I’ve been saving all of this for you, love. And you’re gonna take it all.”

His eyes blazed bright blue as he jerked them up to focus on us.

“Fill her up, Crash. Make her stretch around your fingers and then suck her little clit. Boys.” His gaze flicked down to Bjorn and me. “Time to pull tight on those sweet nipples, make sure she’s feeling every suck all the way through her body, because Maddie, you’re gonna come for me.”

Razor stared down at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, all the tenderness he tried to keep locked away, and Maddie was always gonna be the key. She opened everything up inside all four of us, and as I sucked her nipple hard, I hoped like fuck she’d want what she found in there.

My hand went to my dick, jerking it in hard, long strokes, knowing just what rhythm to use to get myself off. Her moans, Razor’s coarse recitation of all of her many virtues as he got closer and closer. The sounds of zips being jerked down, belts being wrestled open, filled the room and that’s when Razor gave the order.

“Turn over, sweetness.” He pulled his cock free with a pop, but her mouth chased it, right until he flipped her over. Crash dropped down, feeding his fingers into her as his tongue worked fast, her tits now on display. I was helpless to do much to help her, my own pleasure starting to spike, as I watched her writhe. Razor’s cock went right back down her throat, her helpless moans making his eyes roll back in his head, right before her whole body went rigid.

Would she look like that for me, if I managed to make her come? I wondered idly in the split second it took to join her there. All thought was driven out of my mind as overwhelm hit me. Because as she panted through her peak, her eyes opened and met mine. Connection, the one thing I’d longed for from her, snapped into place, making her pleasure mine, and mine hers. I hoped she felt that too as my cum, their cum landed all over her bare skin.

“Well, well…” Crash’s voice cut through the sensual haze that engulfed me as he rose from between her legs. “Looks like you’ve gotten all messy.” I pulled my shirt off over my head, handing it to him, but he just shook his head slowly. “You want me to wipe you clean…?” Maddie blinked as he swept a hand across her abdomen. “Or massage this all in.”

“You’ll wear our scent, make clear no one’s to mess with you,” Bjorn said, sweeping cum across her breast, then using it to lubricate her nipple as he plucked it lazily. “Or they have to answer to us.”

She moved then, much more slowly, a sensual tide stirring inside her. Her hips moved, her back arched, and then she nodded sharply.

“I think you’ve got one more in you,” Razor said, leaning down to inspect our girl. “You can do that for us, can’t you, Maddie?”

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