Page 66 of Messing With My Brother's Best Friends

When I pulled away from Gage, Van went to move forward to take his place, mindlessly drawn towards me, and I liked that a whole damn lot. I grinned at the two of them before reaching backwards to wrap my hands against their lengths. When I had a good rhythm going, I faced Connor.

“This is no dream,” I told him, “and if it is, I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to wake up, Connor.”

“Me either.”

Somehow, he had his pants down, my legs around his hips and then he was burying himself in me before everything slowed down. I felt him pierce me through, and his eyes widened just as mine did as he felt it.

As we felt it.

In the end, this was far more incongruous, a sense of connection forged between me and Connor Woods, but here I was, clasping him closer when he tried to rear up. I didn’t need him power fucking me through the bench. Instead, I was forced to touch his face as I drew him closer. Just a kiss, then another, gentle as his thrusts were brutal, him murmuring my name over and over, right before he tilted my head back.

Because there they were.

I heard the high-pitched screech of the fire alarm and saw the two of them through a thin haze of smoke, but rather than being sensible and pulling away to turn the burner off, they moved closer. One cock, then another, pressed between my lips in alternating strokes until my hands stopped them from pulling away. They weren’t getting much of a blow job from me, but no one seemed to care, because as the alarm grew louder, shriller, an answering sound reverberated through my chest.

My hips bucked off the counter, but Connor forced them down, making me take every damn inch of him, and I loved it. Every thrust dragged me through a battlefield fought between pleasure and pain, but pleasure was always going to win. Everything inside me tightened, my mouth pulling free to let out a choked gasp as it rocketed through me, one long perfect moment of bliss that felt like it was going to last forever, right up until the moment it didn’t. Then I was lost in great drowning waves of ecstasy.

And Connor rode through every single one of them.

His jaw was locked tight, veins popping in his forehead as he tried to hold back. For me, I quickly realised. To be the one to carry me through this for as long as I needed.

“Connor…”

I went to protest, to tell him he didn’t need to anymore, but he just shook his head and thrust hard.

“Fuck… Fuck…”

Right as he exploded in me, my head fell back, and that’s when I found them waiting. I pulled them close, my own pleasure somehow enhanced by Van’s and Gage’s. My hands and my mouth moved frantically, tugging, sucking, and urging them on until I was rewarded. One grunting flood of cum, then another, muffled groans escaping their lips as they erupted. I felt the hot splatter in my mouth, on my tongue, across my cheek, everywhere. Somehow, that seemed right. The world was transformed into one of sticky pleasure.

And smoke.

“Fuck!” Connor yelped, jerking free, which had my hands reaching for him. He jumped off the counter, struggling to waddle over to the cooktop with his pants around his ankles. It turned out we hadn’t just set each other alight; the sausages were now burning merrily in the pan. Van cursed, grabbing a plate and slamming it down on the fire to smother the flames.

Which was when we heard the far off wail of a fire truck.

“Shit!”

Connor slammed open windows and turned on fans as Van hauled the screen door open and waved a pillow around aimlessly to send the smoke outside. But Gage? He smiled down at me, running a thumb through the cum on my face then lifting an eyebrow as he offered it to me. I lunged forward, sucking it clean.

“Good girl.”

“I’ve got a cloth…” Connor appeared with a freshly dampened cloth for clean up, then saw what Gage had been doing. “Though it looks like you sorted some of the clean-up already.”

“Sausages are a bust,” Van announced, tossing them into the rubbish bin. “Who’s for fish and chips?”

I smiled as Connor went to work freshening me up.

“Fish and chips sounds amazing.”

Chapter 36

Kendall

I was being suffocated.

We’d collapsed down on the couch and watched something mindless on the TV while munching on our chips, but things got awkward when it came time to sleep. I assumed we’d all just scratched that itch, but these three followed me to my bedroom door like this was a date or something.

“So did you want a kiss goodnight ,or…?” I asked.

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