Page 56 of Insane Obsession

Finn presses closer until our dicks are snug together. His face a picture of concentration that shows he cares. “There’s space for the both of us, sweetheart. B, relax for both of your lovers.”

Finn’s lips are pinched together, so damn cute. When he holds the base of his wet cock and lines up. Our eyes meet. His are dark, with only the tiniest of sliver of gray left.

“Oh, fuck,” he chokes out.

Looking down, I watch as he works his cock back and forth, stretching Bran to accomodate both of us, and the connection of his dick sliding against mine sends jolts of electricity from my toes up to the back of my head.

Bran moans and his hand reaches back, searching for mine. I grab hold of it tight and use it as an anchor. I start moving after what feels like an eternity. A rhythm that gets picked up easily by Finn as he rocks inside Bran too slowly. Their lips meet, andI can’t help but smile as I hear my brother’s wickedness. Finn yelps in surprise and pulls back.

“Ouch! He bit me!”

“Come back,” Bran rumbles. “I’ll suck it all better.”

Finn does because he’s a good boy like that, and I could honestly lose myself in the sweet sounds he makes when Bran nibbles on his lips.

Well, he might be obedient, but I’m far from it. I pinch Bran’s ass, and he bucks his hips in reply, the movement causing a delicious friction that I want more of. I lean forward and take a bite from his tender throat.

“You fuckhead,” he moans, but I also hear the smile in the endearment.

“Hmm. You taste so fucking good,” I breathe out, licking at the sting. I’m marking my brother. I want his entire neck covered in hickeys.

Without asking for permission, Finn does the same. We are lost in our unanimous rhythm, a roll of our hips, our teeth nipping and claiming until Bran’s skin is beautifully red and sore. He looks fucking perfect like this.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” I ask Finn. “Should we be nice to him?” My fingers crawl to Bran’s full balls, and he makes a startled cry. “Fuck, you are so much sweeter like this, brother. Maybe I should keep my dick in you all of the time.”

“F-fuck you,” he pants.

Finn’s forehead is slick with sweat, and his lips are kiss swollen, and puffy from Bran. But his eyes shine playfully. That’s new.

It suits him. This beautiful flower has bloomed.

“Let’s be nice to him,” Finn whispers with a smile, making my heart beat faster.

“You hear that, brother? It seems like our flower is your guardian angel. Come on sweetheart, let’s worship this beautiful cock.”

With a hand around his erection and another on his balls, Bran’s dick is pulsing with need and profusely leaking.

“Please,” he begs, arching his back once more.

He’s close. So is Finn, judging by his movements and ragged breaths.

“Let go, B.”

Next to me, Finn’s eyes stare right into mine, and his hips stutter. I feel his hot come soak my cock in Bran’s channel as he lets go on a delicious grunt.

“Oh, fuck,” Bran wheezes. This is the best fucking feeling I’ve ever had.

My brother climaxes with my hand tightly wrapped around his pulsating dick, and it’s enough to make me forget everything. My own orgasm hits with waves and waves of pure pleasure.

Until nothing exists anymore except for our shared desires.

We lay like this, a panting, hot mess for what feels like fucking forever. I must have drifted off because I barely feel a warm cloth cleaning me up. Still in my arms, Bran murmurs softly, but I’m not sure what. He’s still sleeping, and I’m about to myself when Finn calls out.

“Holy shit!”

Opening one eye, I search for him in the living room.

“What are you doing? When did you get out of bed?”

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