Page 61 of Insane Obsession

Our fingers intermingle, working together toward my orgasm, and my brother pants against my lips.

Finn hums around Castor’s cock, his gaze on our joint hands.

“Join us,” I growl.

“Castor…” He whispers, his hot breath against my brother’s shaft. “Fuck my face. Please.” He opens his mouth wider and places his hand on ours to thumb the underside of my cock.

My brother grunts, hips rolling faster when Finn gags. “That’s it, flower. Take it all.”

Spit dribbles down the corners of Finn’s mouth, and our eyes meet. A glassy, dark stare that makes my chest tighten.

Castor comes with a loud, guttural cry. Then his lips crash back on mine, heavy and exhausted.

Finn whines. His face and part of my dick are covered in Castor’s jizz. The sight of them both, using my brother’s come to stroke me faster makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Take B’s dick in your mouth, flower. Open.”

The moment Finn sucks me back inside his mouth, I tip over the edge, the orgasm leaving me breathless.

I’m flying, yet I have never felt more grounded.

When I open my eyes, my brother smiles at me. “Come on, B,” he says. “Let’s be good to our flower.”

We sweep Finn out of his chair and lay him out on the table like a fucking buffet, his back between the dishes. He lets out another wail when we pull his pants down. His cock smacks against his flat stomach, wet and eager to be spoiled.

I lick up the underside of his shaft while Castor rolls his balls inside his mouth. Finn’s knees are trembling, and his babbles are incoherent. They make me smile. He tenses when I suck the tip into my mouth and fists his hands into balls.

“Oh my god, you—I can’t…” He moans. “I’m gonna—ugh…”

I hum contently when Finn climaxes inside my mouth. Castor’s tongue meets me at the tip of our flower’s quivering, leaking dick. Together, we lap up as much of his come as we can. Swirling our tongues around the head, reveling in his taste, we finish our session with a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Hmm, you taste good.”

“Oh my god.” Finn is leaning on his elbows and watching us through his glasses. He bites his lip. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

“A proof of how much we want you,” Castor says. He helps Finn get up from the table and back into his chair.

Finn smiles at us. “I will always be insecure. I think it’s just in my DNA. I’m scared that you will leave. That I’m back in that old trailer?—”

“Impossible,” I blurt. “That one burned to the ground.”

Finn’s eyes grow large as he turns my way. “What? When?”

“During the night of the party.”

“B,” Castor grumbles. “Why do you have to be so fucking honest at the wrong time?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Because it was a shit place, and we’re happy to be rid of it.”

Finn doesn’t complain. He just stares between us, then smiles some more. A private smile. The one we love so much. “You did that for me?”

I puff up my chest at his question. “We did.”

“I could get used to that, you know?” He looks down at his plate. “To two beautiful men who take care of me.”

“Good.” Lifting my glass, I smile at both of them. “Then that’s finally settled. Here’s to us. To chaos, because we’ll makethis place something special. To cruelty. Destruction. Here’s to fuckingdeath.”

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