Page 51 of Deviant Obsession

“Not a bad idea,” Ethan drawls, still teasing me with his fingers. “But why take turns? This little asshole is so beautifully prepped already.”

Why take turns…?

That does it. My mind goes completely blank. My heart kicks into overdrive. I can’t tell if I’m about to pass out or have a coronary or see nirvana.Stupid, naïve, little Rhea. When I said I wanted both inside me, I was imagining that lovely little spit roast situation we almost had going there—if only Ethan had gotten bored of waiting and thrust his way inside me while Dean was still in my mouth.

But that’s not what he’s talking about.

“I don’t know if she’s ready for that…” Dean still stands sentinel by my head, stroking his fingers over my tear-streaked cheek as he deliberates. “What do you say, kitten? You wanna feel what it’s like to be stuffed with both of us at the same time? Is that the little fantasy you’ve been dreaming of?”

I don’t answer right away. I don’t know how to. In truth, I hadn’t considered it. But now Dean has suggested I’m not ready, that traitorous little pleaser inside me is desperate to prove him wrong. Prove to them both that I can take it, that I can satisfy their every desire.

I want to be perfect for them.

"Don’t feel pressured. It's a lot. Maybe we should wait..." Dean’s tone is teasing, testing my reaction when I’ve taken just a little too long to make up my mind.

"No!" The protest bursts from my lips before I can stop it, needy and frantic. "Please, I can take it. I want to try. Please let me prove it to you."

"Such an eager little thing," Ethan drawls, gently pulling the anal hook out of me. "Listen to you, begging to be stuffed full of cock.” The sudden emptiness feels bizarre for only a second before Ethan’s fingers are back. This time he plunges one intoeach of my holes, giving me just a little taste of what it’s like to have both filled at once.

"Please," I sigh, pushing back against his hand. "Please, I need more."

Dean scoffs a little sound of amused disbelief as he bends to unfasten the cuffs around my wrists. "Last chance to back out. Once we start, you're going to take everything we give you. Every. Last. Inch."

"I want it," I insist Ethan he frees my ankles next, pulling his fingers out of me and bringing back that infuriating empty feeling. When he pulls me upright, my legs are screaming from being bound so long. But the fresh excitement has flooded my system with an almost overwhelming wave of arousal, soothing every little ache until my blood is thrumming with just pleasure.

The blindfold comes off last, and I blink against the fluorescent light, my damp eyes taking a moment to adjust. The image of Dean slowly swims into focus in front of me. He’s peeling off his clothes piece by piece, his cock already hardening again despite having just cum down my throat. The sight of him makes my mouth water. I've never seen him fully nude before, he blindfolds me at the start of all of our scenes, and never takes it off until we’re through. I’m not even sure he’s ever fully stripped any of the times he’s been inside me.

The man is a wet dream. Broad shoulders, rippling muscles down his torso, a deliciously deep V carved right to the apex of his thighs. Unsurprisingly, he’s the mirror image of his twin. The only difference between them is the dark ink that swirls across Ethan’s chest. That’s the body I’ve been picturing each time Dean has stolen my vision. Instead, he stands before me like an ancient statue, pale and pristine.

Ethan releases my arms when it’s clear I’m not about to topple over and I hear the rustle of clothing as he presumably strips behind me. For a few seconds, I’d forgotten he was here.This moment of looking right at Dean for the first time while we’re both bare to each other—being able to look him in those crystalline eyes—feels significant somehow. It feels as if we’ve been building up to it all these weeks he’s kept himself hidden from me.

Dean's eyes are hooded with lust as he looks down at me, considering. His hand cups my cheek again, thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "On the loveseat," he decides finally, nodding to the furniture against the wall behind him before moving to sit on the plush velvet surface. His cock stands proud against his stomach as he beckons me over, pre-cum already beading at the tip. "Come to me."

Dean spreads his thighs wider as I approach, and I can't help but stare at the perfect planes of his chest, the defined muscles of his abs, and the thick length of him waiting for me. For maybe the hundredth time in only a few weeks, I can barely believe my luck. How is it that I find myself indulging in not one, but two of the most breathtaking men I’ve ever seen? I chew on my lip as I enjoy the sight of him sprawled before me. I feel as if I’ve been starving my whole life, and now I’m faced with a feast I could only ever dream of devouring.

"Straddle me," Dean commands, and I obey eagerly, almost leaping into his lap. His hands grip my hips as he chuckles, positioning me just right. “Are you sure about this, kitten?” he murmurs, for my ears only. “We can stop any time. Just say the word."

"I'm sure," I breathe, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his length. He's hot and hard in my palm as I stroke him, big enough to make any girl pause for a bracing breath. And somehow, I’m going to take his twin at the same time.

"Such a good girl." He pulls me down for a searing kiss, our first without restraints or blindfolds. His tongue sweeps into mymouth possessively as I line myself up, sinking down slowly onto him until my sore ass hits his thighs.

The stretch is divine, this new position something we haven’t done before. I always assumed that having me on top felt like too much of a loss of control to both twins, their dominant natures urging them to always have me beneath them or tied down in some way. I roll my hips experimentally, taking him deeper, drawing a groan from Dean's throat. His hands guide my movements as I start to ride him, lost in the marvel of finally being able to watch him while I do it. Every flex of his abs, every clench of his jaw, every flash of pleasure in his eyes drives me wild.

The way he watches me back has my heart stuttering for some reason other than the physical exertion. Ethan doesn’t look at me like this. Ethan looks at me with desire and hunger. But Dean… I could almost convince myself that it’s actual longing that I see there in his intense gaze. It makes me wonder what he might catch in mine.

"Ready for more?" Ethan startles me with his approach. It should be completely impossible for me to forget that they’re both here, and yet there I go again, getting lost in this unfamiliar intimacy with Dean. I feel his hands on my ass, spreading me wide before something cool and slick drips between my cheeks. Ethan’s fingers circle my stretched hole, adding more pressure, testing me one more time. "Time to stuff this greedy ass full too."

"Yes," I moan, pressing my face into Dean's neck as Ethan's fingers probe my ass again, working me open further. "Please, I'm ready. I want to feel you both inside me."

"Look at me, Rhea," Dean demands, curling his fingers under my chin. His eyes lock with mine again as Ethan positions himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my ass. "Keep your eyes on me. Let me see everything you're feeling. Show me how much you love being our little fucktoy."

Ethan’s first slow thrust steals my breath away. Even with all the prepping, the stretch is intense, deliciously overwhelming as he works himself deeper inch by careful inch. Dean holds my gaze, his other hand gripping my hip to keep me still while his brother breaches me.

"That's it," Ethan growls behind me, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. "You're doing so well, stretching around both our cocks."

I gasp as he pushes deeper, the sensation of being filled in both holes making my vision almost white out entirely. Dean's cock throbs inside me as Ethan's length forces its way in, making everything feel impossibly tight. Tears spring to my eyes but I don't dare look away from Dean's intense stare.

"Oh God!" I scream out as Ethan bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass, his lips brushing my neck. "Oh God, it's so much."

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