Page 43 of Better Watch Out

The feeling is perfect. Yet when Fletcher rolls my nipple between his fingers, moving to do the same to the other one, it sends a sharp sting through me which only adds to the heat pooling in my stomach.

“T-that hurts,” I gasp, tipping my head back to look up at the blond. “Fletcher!”

“I know it does,” he agrees. “I bet it stings, but I’m also willing to bet it’s making you wetter for our brother.” Boone moans his agreement, and his tongue slides between my folds, thrusting into me like he’s trying to lap up any and all of my arousal.

Fletcher saves me from having to come up with anything intelligent to say when he kisses me, his mouth sharp and insistent as he nibbles on my lower lip. He leans over me, leaving barely any room between us, as his hand massages and kneads my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples and continuing to send those little stinging aches through my body, straight to my core.

He barely lets me up for air; which leaves me continuously panting and my head spinning. And when my free hand grips the hair at the back of his head, he doesn’t seem to care. It’s hard to think of much when he’s kissing me, playing with my breasts, and obscuring my vision with how he’s leaning over me.

But it’s even harder to think of anything once Boone’s fingers join his tongue. He thrusts them in and out of me, scissoring two and working me open on them. “So fucking hot,” he groans, licking over my clit again. “God, you’re already so wet. I wanna fuck your pretty pussy so bad, snow bunny. I know you have an IUD.”

Fletcher moves just enough so when I look down, I see Boone’s wicked grin. “Which means I get to come in your pretty pussy all I want.”

“How do you…” But I don’t get to finish my question. I probably don’t want the answer anyway, and Fletcher doesn’t care about my curiosity. Not with the way he growls and claims my mouth again, once more tasting every inch of space behind my teeth.

Two fingers becomes three, and three become four, resulting in me unable to stay still as my body begs for more without mypermission. I find myself jerking against Boone’s grip, wanting to writhe and arch against his mouth.

“Another time I’ll let you ride my face, pretty thing,” he promises with a huff and a chuckle. “I’ll let you put me on my back on this bed and just sit on my face until I make you come all over me. Think you can soak my hair, hmm? Think you can make me a soaking, satisfied mess under you?” God, his words are filthy and perfect, and Fletcher swallows my answering moan.

“But we have other plans this time,” he goes on. “We have to show you how much we love you, remember?” Crooking his fingers inside me pulls a yelp from my throat, and Fletcher greedily takes that, too. “Come on my fingers, snow bunny.” It’s not a question, or a suggestion. It’s an order. “I can feel how wet you are.” His fingers spread, stretching and pushing at my walls. It’s somuch,but not enough at the same time.

But it quickly becomes enough when his mouth is back on my clit. The focused attention has me writhing, making small sounds against Fletcher’s lips as he devours every single one of them, until my release hits me and I whine against my stepbrother’s mouth.

Boone fingers me through it, though the fingers of his other hand replace his tongue on my clit so he can thrust his tongue into me along with his fingers. He moans, lapping at my release, and continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me to draw out my orgasm.

“Enough.” Fletcher pulls back, his breathing a little uneven. “C’mon, Boone. You can eat her out for hours later.”

“Because we have such a schedule to stick to?” I mutter wryly, though I’m surprised when Boone sits up and grins at me.

“Yeah, snow bunny, we do.” But somehow his smile doesn’t reassure me. Fletcher sits up with me in his arms, only to switch our positions so he’s on his back. Confusion makes me tilt myhead, my auburn hair sliding over my shoulders when I look down at him.

“You trust us, right?” Boone asks, but Fletcher is quick to scoff.

“Of course she doesn’t, Boone. We have to make her trust us.” His hands urge my hips upward, and Boone reaches around me to curl his fingers around Fletcher’s length as I watch. It’s incredibly hot to see him stroke up and down, appearing to know the perfect way to give Fletcher pleasure.

“Wow, it’s like you guys have done this before,” I mutter and glance back at Boone when he nips my shoulder.

“Once or twice,” he says with a snicker. “But don’t worry. We’ve discussed this more than enough to know what we’re doing with you. Promise. All you have to do is enjoy it.”

“Yeah, because that doesn’t sound suspicious at all—” I flinch when something lands on the bed by my knee, courtesy of Fletcher reaching under the pillows above him. On closer inspection I see it’s a small bottle of lube that Boone picks up, turning it over and uncapping it to drip the liquid onto Fletcher’s cock.

It must be cold because the blond hisses, throwing an arm over his eyes while Boone grins and goes back to sliding his fingers up and down his length. “Touch him,” he growls against my ear. “He won’t bite hard. And it’s going in your pussy in a second, anyway.”

Somehow that thought makes me shudder, and the words twist my stomach with anticipation. I leave one hand braced on the bed and the other I wrap around Fletcher’s length, slowly stroking along the velvety skin until I get to the tip. Only then do I trail my thumb over his slit, swiping away the bead of pre-cum while he groans appreciatively in his throat.

“C’mere, princess.” He reaches up for me, and Boone urges me forward until I’m kneeling over him, his cock brushing myfolds. “Such a perfect girl,” the blond sighs, while Boone’s hands rest on my hips. I don’t get any time to move at my own pace—though I have no idea what that pace would be—before Boone pushes my hips down while Fletcher holds himself in place, his tip parting my folds and causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

“Fuck.” I shiver around him, his length sliding so deep into me at this angle. He’s longer than Boone, though not as thick, and realizing where he hits thanks to how his cock is curved is a fun revelation when he easily brushes that bundle of nerves and makes me see stars.

“Fuck,” I groan again, lacking a better response. It makes Boone chuckle and he shoves me forward until Fletcher can wrap his arms around me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, puzzled when he just…holds me there. I expect him to move, or to have me ride him. Something other than justthis.

His wicked grin tells me I’ve underestimated them. “Showing you how much we love you,” he reiterates slowly.

I don’t get it. Even when Boone strokes over my hips I have no idea what they’re trying to do. It’s not until I feel his tip slide against me, just above where Fletcher’s cock parts my folds, that I look up at him with a soft gasp.

“You’re not going to—” He kisses me hard, urging me to get into it as Boone thrusts in shallowly, patiently working me open.

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