Page 113 of Messing With My Brother's Best Friends

“Dunno about you, but I’m happy right where I am.”

And he was, his eyes meeting mine as he moved painfully slowly, getting closer and closer to my breast, as I watched his tongue flick out. It felt like every bump rubbed against the sensitive nerves as he pressed my hardening nipple back against my breast, only for it to bounce free again.

“Oh…”

A little sigh, I let that out as I began to fight the constraints of the tie around my wrists. I knew I could pull free and I wanted to and didn’t all at the same time. Because I’d grab the back of his head and pull him closer. Because if I stayed the way I was I’d be forced to just feel this.

His low chuckle against my skin. His mouth going back for more, kissing that hard little bead until I made a sound of protest, then he relented and sucked my nipple in. Then long swallows that rubbed that sensitive point against the roof of his mouth, feeling every ridge as my thighs spread wider, needing that tension that was begging to build eased.

And that’s when they came in handy.

“Yeah, I’m right where I need to be…”

Van muttered that seconds before pressing kisses in increasingly tighter circles around my nipples. Connor’s mouth made clear what would happen if Van just did what I needed, this incredible tugging sensation setting up between my cunt and my nipples. It felt like my clit was swelling with every pull. But then Van latched on, his fingers burying themselves into my breast as he held it right where he needed, sucking the nipple tighter and tighter, the pleasure becoming pain which just became a more intense pleasure that had me panting, “Gage…”

“Mm… I do like the sound of my name on your lips.” I forced my eyes open and down in time to watch him settle between my legs. “See what happens when you’re a good girl? All the good things happen, just like this.”

Oh fuck…

I called that out, over and over, at the first slide of his tongue, running through my folds and collecting the moisture there with a noisy slurp. Then there was the tip of that tongue, tracing every lazy fall of my folds, making me aware of my anatomy in ways I’d never felt. Circling my clit in slow methodical swipes, getting closer and closer to the sensitive tip by the second, my hips rising up off the bed until his hands clamped down on my thighs. My knees were pressed up against my chest and held there, my entire body feeling like it was split open for him to devour. Feeling his face press into my most sensitive flesh, his chin working against me as his tongue slid around my entrance, teasing me with the potential of being filled, but right when I began to whine that I needed just that, he did.

Slick, wriggling frantically, it was too soft to satisfy and yet utterly seductive. Gage opened me up, prepared my body for what was to come as my hips humped at his face. Looking for more friction, more sensation, more intensity, even as he pulled his mouth free and then shoved several fingers inside me.

Shit…

I was getting what I asked for, something much harder and thicker delving inside me, but he pushed them in so fast my body struggled to adjust. I liked that stretch, of being forced to take him, every nerve ending coming alive at this sudden intrusion. But as the shock wore off, something else replaced it. A deep, pulsing grind as his fingers corkscrewed inside me, the knuckles pressing right against my entrance before he pulled back to push another finger in.

Jesus, I was full.

Of him, of his smile as his eyes met mine. Gage looked like he was sucking down my pleasure as lesser men might beer. I was the drug that intoxicated him and he was ready to get drunk. His fingers pressed harder, faster, forcing me to stretch, because I’d need to when he replaced his fingers with what I really needed. But first this. Connor and Van drawing every possible sensation from my nipples, making them throb and ache and long for more. Gage’s pace picking up, then right as he stared into my eyes, his fingers crooked up.

“Gage…”

I stared at him blindly.

“That’s it. Come for me like a good girl and I’ll give you everything you need. You’ll be all soft and wet, ready to take me. Come for me, Kendall. Drench my fucking fingers and I’ll use them to coat my whole dick, right before I drive myself into you.”

How could I say no to that?

I didn’t get a word out, instead emitting a strangled cry because this orgasm hurt. It was like every muscle was clenched down too tight to keep my barriers erected against danger, but pleasure busted through every single one of them, leaving me naked, defenceless and open.

I didn’t give a shit about being actually married, not when I had this. The most perfect sensation of oneness. I couldn’t have felt closer to each and every one of my guys in that second. I wrenched my hands free of my bonds, unable to do anything other than clutch at them, hold them close as I rode Gage’s fingers in wilder and wilder waves, until finally I was delivered to shore.

“Fuck, Kendall…”

Gage lunged forward, the emptiness I felt when he pulled his fingers free making me cry out, but that was quickly remedied. His fingers bit into my thighs as he pushed himself inside me. It was always a fight to take Gage, but I loved every minute of it as his thick dick pushed deep.

“You can take me…” He murmured that mostly to himself. “You can do it. Fuck, Kendall, you’re so damn tight.” Gage was shuddering with the effort of holding back, right as he stared into my eyes. “Let me in.” That was a command I couldn’t deny. “Let me in, Kendall. I fucking love you. Please, let me in.”

I don’t know if it was that or conscious effort, but it felt like something flexed inside me, opening up ground that he instantly claimed. He buried himself to the hilt and for just a second we gasped. At that throbbing, intense feeling of connection that seemed to just grow and grow. Bigger than the two, three, four of us, it took on a life of its own and that’s what I saw in Gage’s eyes. He pulled me free of the others, keeping me straddled across his lap, our movements gentle now. Just long, slow undulations of our bodies, keeping whatever was building between us simmering.

“I’ll never get used to this. Never. You… Me…” Gage kissed me before I could respond. “God, you feel so fucking good.” His cock stabbed deeper, forcing a gasp from me, but once he started, I had to finish. I wanted that, the brutal percussive thrust inside me, an itch only he could scratch.

“Fuck me, Gage…” My hips moved faster, but it was hard to pull up and away from this, even though sinking down felt so good. “Gage—”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” I found him staring into my eyes when mine flicked open. “You ready for me, baby?”

I smiled slowly.

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