Page 73 of Unwrapping Deviance

With a groan, I let my head drop back, spine arching. My eyes squeeze closed, the overwhelming pressure capsizes my sanity.

“Eyes!” he growls.

My head jerks up, but rather than fix on the way he’s sucking at my tender clit, my gaze catches on the figure in the open doorway over Daniel’s head. The momentarily blurry outline I have to blink to bring into focus.

Christian.

His brown eyes are fixed on me, hungry and watchful as his brother sucks my clit and slides two fingers in and out of my opening. I don’t know how long he’s been there, but the fat, veiny cock gripped in his hand makes me think a while. The thick, purple head shines with pre-cum that runs down the solid shaft with every pump.

It’s beautiful.

A weighty piece of destruction I know will ruin me. Between him and Daniel, no amount of stretching is going to prepare me, but, God ... I want it. I need it.

Need them.

I don’t know what that makes me, I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me, but I want them both. I want everything Daniel promised about letting his brother use me. I want Christian in my ass as Daniel pounds that beast between his legs into my vagina. I want them ruining me forever.

I want...

Shit! I’m cumming. I’m staring straight into Christian’s eyes while his big brother finger fucks me and I can’t even brace.

Daniel’s fingers hook against the upper wall of my vagina, and I snarl through my teeth as the flames rush through my core. I take the back of his head with one hand and grind my pussy into his face as I stare into Christian’s eyes.

“I’m cumming,” I wheeze, body giving its first spasm. “I’m cumming, Daniel. Don’t stop. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

The third finger returns, plunges inside, and I scream. The crippling pressure, the sweet burn sends me over and I cum on Daniel’s tongue. I cum riding his fingers while his brother watches from the doorway. His cock a thick appendage choked in the pumping fist working the veiny shaft. It’s timed with the thrust of Daniel’s fingers, mirrored exactly like he was picturing himself fucking me.

It’s twisted and horribly wrong, but the sight has my body crawling with a gnawing desire that has me tightening my hold on Daniel, forcing him to stay even though he hasn’t moved. Hasn’t stopped. He’s still working my pussy like he’s getting paid, and I gasp.

“Again. Please, Daniel. I need to cum again.”

My eyes are fixed on Christian. I can’t look away as he grits his jaw and masturbates to me. The sight alone has me reaching down to cup my breasts with both hands. I tease the nipples and roll my hips, and Daniel pounds his fingers deep into my soaked channel, lips sealed on my slippery clit.

“Yes ... yes, God, yes! Don’t stop.”

I cum again. This one sends me flat across my back as my toes curl into the mattress and Daniel leaves bruises inside my thighs to keep them from closing as he continues to tease until I’m too sensitive to take it.

I’m not allowed to shut my knees even after Daniel straightens. He stands over my exposed channels with his mouthand chin glistening, studying my folds like they hold the key to all of life’s mysteries.

I tilt my head slightly to see around him, already knowing Christian’s gone, but wishing he’d stayed so I could see the cum all over his hands.

Had Daniel known he was there? Had he let his brother watch? I don’t know all the rules in this new game, but I’m beginning to understand I may have gotten myself a package deal. It’s a conversation that will need to be had very soon, but I do not hate the idea. If this is what Daniel wants, if Christian joining in makes him happy, I accept.

It did amuse me slightly that only the other night, I struck him and swore he’d never touch me. Touching me is all I want from him now.

He is not going to let me live this down, I think with a slight shake of my head.

“Mi?”

I blink out of those thoughts to find Daniel searching my face, his weighted with concern.

“Yeah?”

He pulls me up to a sitting position and cups my face between his palms. “Okay?”

I push up onto my knees to match his height. My arms slide around the broad width of his shoulders, and I lean in to kiss him.

“So much better than okay,” I assure him.

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