Page 32 of Double Play

“That’s our good slut,” I say, devouring her as I knead at the supple flesh in my hands. We both work her over, the tips of our tongues touching every now and then when we move to the spot between her holes. It’s kind of unavoidable, and as much as I thought it might be weird for me, it really isn’t. We have the same objective here, and that’s to make Arden feel good. Being in this situation with her means getting comfortable with stuff like this. “How’s her pussy taste?”

“Amazing. She’s so fucking wet,” he replies. “She’s been gushing all over my face since you started eating her ass. I think she needs more.”

“You think?” I ask, acting as if she’s not even here. Other than her heavy breaths and needy whines, she’s barely even moving, keeping his cock warm while we bring her closer to her release. But that means she’s exactly where I want her for what’s coming next. “Does our empty-headed doll need to be stretched out?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, and I’d bet every goddamn dollar I have that he’s imagining the same shit I am right now. Eventually, we’ll fill her up at the same time. But right now—she needs prep.

“Keep eating,” I instruct, turning to the nightstand for the bottle of lube I keep in the drawer. I carefully and generously coat the item I pulled from the dresser earlier before returning to rub it along her tight hole. She arches in search of more, so I take that as the green light to push the silicone plug forward. Even though I know she wants it, I’m not surprised when she instinctively clenches, so I place a reassuring hand on her back to let her know I’m here.

“You’re doing great, baby,” I praise. “Focus on Jackson’s tongue. Open up for us.”

She sits up slightly to readjust, his cock falling from between her lips as she releases a shaky exhale. “Okay.” She visibly relaxes after a few moments of consideration, leaning back down and resting her face against his thigh.

“Atta girl,” he says softly, rubbing her hips as he latches back onto her clit, and gentle sucking sounds fill the otherwise quiet room. I wait until she’s moaning in pleasure before adding a small amount of pressure to the plug, watching as her opening stretches before finally swallowing it whole.

“Look at that,” I coo, admiring the small pink gem that’s peeking out from between her cheeks. “So fucking sexy.”

“Mmm,” she hums loudly, clearly nearing the edge of her orgasm. I sit back, allowing her space to move freely as she grinds her hips against his face. His fingertips dig into the skin of her thick thighs, and she lifts her head, so I move in front of her, leisurely stroking my cock. Precum leaks from the head, and I smooth it along my piercing as I ghost over it with my fingers. The motion catches her attention, making her bite her lip in anticipation as she continues to ride him.

“Come on, baby,” he demands against her pussy. “Come on my face so I can fuck you with that plug in your ass.” His words do the trick, making her thrust into his mouth one last time before she explodes with a scream. Her legs shake, every defined muscle firing off under her creamy skin as he licks, punishing her sensitive clit until she’s had too much and fights to squirm away. But he only tightens his grip, holding her in place and attempting to savor every last drop. She gives up, too drained to go on, whining in discomfort as he continues to lick and suck.

“Fuck,” I say, pulling his hand from where it’s practically melted into her thigh and helping her free. “One desperate slut is enough in this relationship. I don’t need another.” Reaching down, I lift her chin with my fingers, taking in her cum-drunk expression. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and there’s exhaustion behind her sleepy eyes. “Poor girl,” I mock. “I need you to focus for me, Arden. Because I don’t give a fuck how tired you are right now. We need to come. So be a good little whore and get on all fours for us.” She whimpers quietly, crawling off of Jackson, who immediately gets up and kneels behind her, clearly very ready for more.

I position myself so I’m on my knees in front of her, taking a fistful of chocolate hair and guiding her mouth to my aching erection. She parts her lips, and I slide inside, not nearly as gentle as he was. Her eyes water when I thrust all the way back, but I hold her to me so I can feel the muscles in her throat contract before finally letting go and allowing her to set the pace. She sucks me like she was made for it, running her tongue along my piercing while she bobs up and down.

“Holy fucking shit, look at this ass,” Jackson says, unable to tear his gaze away from the plug as he scoots up behind her. “You ready to go airtight for us, Princess? Get each of these gorgeous holes filled until you can’t even remember your own name?”

“Mhmm,” she hums, the sound vibrating against my dick and making my eyes roll back. He spits into his hand and rubs it along his length before slowly pushing inside. Her jaw drops open as he bottoms out, and I land a tight slap to her cheek, bringing her attention upward.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking? Close those slutty fucking lips around my cock while your stepbrother fucks you into it.” She whimpers loudly at my depraved words, and he drives forward, forcing me to the back of her throat as she gags.

“Goddamn it,” he says through clenched teeth. “She tightens up when you talk to her like that.” He pulls back before thrusting again, and I return the motion, setting a rough and punishing tempo as we fuck her back and forth like a ragdoll. We fall into a perfect rhythm, moving as if we were made to be one unit, just like this.

I look down, catching her watery gaze with mine and shooting her an arrogant wink. “That’s because she’s a filthy little whore. You always thought she was so sweet and innocent, but look at your princess now. Filled with both of our cocks like a fucking queen.” My words make her whine loudly, her eyes slamming shut as she sucks my length further into her mouth. Her body shakes with the climax that’s ready to pull her under while we continue to rock into her. She’s still focused on me though, and I know it’s because she’s waiting for my permission to let it happen.

Good fucking girl.

Without a word, I give her a stiff nod, and she immediately goes off like a firework, tumbling into oblivion as she finally comes on a muffled cry.

“That’s it, baby,” Jackson grits out, using his thumb to put pressure on the plug. “Come on my cock just like that. You’re so good to us.” We slow down, letting the spasms inside her subside while her orgasm fades, finally ebbing away as she breathes deeply through her nose and resumes dragging her tongue languidly along my shaft. As much as I love to degrade Arden in the bedroom, Jacks is right—she really is so good to us. I’m sure she’s exhausted, yet she’s doing everything in her power to keep going so we can come.

I peer up at my best friend, silently telling him that we need to finish and get her to bed. He nods, looking back down to where they’re joined and watching his dick as it disappears into her before shaking his head in disbelief. “This pussy is incredible. I’m gonna fill you up, Princess.” A weak whimper reverberates against me and my balls draw up tight, my impending release speeding my way as he shoves her into me. She hollows her cheeks, and I erupt, grunting loudly as I fill her mouth with cum. She greedily takes every single drop, and before she can even fully swallow me down, Jackson detonates. His fingers dig deep divots into her luscious hips, and he trembles through his orgasm, her name falling from his tongue like it’s the only fucking word he knows. We ride it out while Arden accepts everything we have to give, pulling off of me and collapsing forward onto my thigh as she struggles to regulate her breathing.

Jacks pulls out, his gaze glued to where I’m assuming the evidence of their pleasure drips from between her lips. He gently runs his fingers through it, eliciting a satisfied sigh against my heated skin as he pushes it back inside. “I’ll never get sick of this,” he says quietly. “Of us.” Maybe he means him and her, but I can only hope that he means the three of us. Because I’ve been with my fair share of women—so has he—but I’ve never felt truly complete. Jackson has been a constant source of friendship and comfort in my life for years. But Arden? She’s our center—the little piece of perfection we revolve around. I don’t want to exist in a world without either of them. I hope I never have to.

I stroke her hair as he carefully removes the plug and tosses it to the side, wishing I had the words to tell them what’s going on in my head. That I love them—albeit in very different ways—and the feeling of fullness in my heart now that we stopped fighting the inevitable has given me a reason to wake up every day. But I’ve never been good at expressing my emotions, so I do the only other thing I know that’ll show them I care.

He stands, wordlessly padding to the bathroom and returning moments later with a warm washcloth. She attempts to argue as he cleans between her legs, and I chuckle when she finally gives up, allowing him to carefully wipe the remnants of their releases away. When he’s finished, he drops the cloth to the floor before leaning in and brushing his lips to her flushed cheek.

Reaching over, I pull on the corner of the comforter, peeling it down and helping Arden underneath. She settles against the pillow, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. I make more room beside her, looking at him and patting the mattress in invitation. He hesitates for a moment, and I roll my eyes. “Get in. We sleep in the same bed now…don’t make it a thing. Our girl needs aftercare from both of us.”

His shoulders relax and he slides in beside her, his eyes brightening when he looks down to where she lies. As always, she’s already drifted off, her plump lips parted as tiny snores fill the space around us. He chuckles quietly while he studies her features, ghosting the backs of his knuckles along her soft skin. Letting out a shaky exhale, his brows pull in, emotion blanketing his expression. “I’ve loved her for so long,” he whispers, the words barely audible in the quiet room. “I thought I’d be forced to watch her build a life with someone else, never knowing what it felt like to hold her in my arms.” He looks up at me, unshed tears glistening in the dim light as he swallows thickly. “Thank you.” My chest twists at the admission. The fact that he’s sharing it with me before actually saying the words to Arden almost feels like my reward for encouraging him to finally make the jump with her.

In reality, it should be me thanking him for bringing her into my orbit—and for selflessly stepping aside when he thought I’d want to keep her for myself, knowing it would hurt him more than anything. But, as always, the feelings are entirely too big for me to articulate in a way that would be worthy of everything he’s given me. Those two words are simply just not enough.

I focus on the beauty next to me, admiring her flawless skin and long lashes as they fan against her face. Her chest rises and falls with steady, shallow breaths, and I can’t help but be overcome with gratitude for all the ways she’s healed pieces of me that have been hurting for so long. Inhaling deeply, I anchor myself to the monumental moment, knowing without a doubt that I feel the same way about her as he does.

“She’s ours,” I rasp, trying to fight the emotion that’s clawing its way up my throat. I may not be able to outwardly express my love for her just yet, butfuck.I feel it.

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