Page 51 of Two Chambered Heart

“You can add this to the ever-growing list of reasons I’d get on my knees for you,” he said from the floor, black hair falling over his hungry eyes.

And even in this crumbling state, she wanted him.

He must have seen the flash of desire in her eyes, because he ran his tongue over his perfectly white teeth before standing up, pulling her with him and into the elevator. Jason followed them in, a helmet in each hand and a longing look on his face that Corey simply couldn’t ignore.

Chapter twenty-two

- Corey -

The brisk air whipped around her, and she held on tightly to Kayden. They were racing along the highway, going faster than they had last time. Jason was ahead of them, Kayden trying to keep up while he had the extra weight of Corey on the back of his bike.

Adrenaline was thick in her blood, bleeding into her soul and pushing out the darkness. Though she felt terrified, she felt absolutely alive, the shell she’d woken up to filled with vitality and a hunger for life once again.

The twins kept pushing the pace, never slowing. Every time they turned with the road, the bike dipped dangerously low, and she had no idea what it would take for the back end to skid out. Every time, she saw her life flash before her eyes. The risk made the ride that much sweeter.

She watched Jason in front of them. Every now and then, his head shifted slightly, and she could just make out his reflection in his side mirror, looking back at her. He was otherwise focused on the road, zoned in on the ride. Both the twins handled their bikes like they were an extension of themselves. Their arms were steady, their gloved hands never faltering in their grip on the handles.

They rode until Corey’s legs ached, and still, they kept riding. She didn’t know how long it had been, the dense forest whipping by them on either side, only interrupted infrequently by small bodies of water. Corey had looked out for the river, but they must have been on a different path, because they hadn’t hit the road that snaked alongside it.

She was on the verge of completely losing feeling in her ungloved hands as they held on to Kayden, exposed to the cold air. She found the hem of his shirt sticking out from under his leather jacket and walked her fingers under the thick cotton so that her hands were flush with his skin. He didn’t even flinch as her freezing fingers dug into the hard planes of his muscles. Heat radiated from his torso, warming her instantly. She squeezed him tighter, feeling slowly coming back into her hands and leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

She could hear nothing but the muffled wind and the engine as they continued to tear through the highway. Her heart was beating frantically in her chest, like she was the one that was doing the work, not the powerful motor between her legs. She could feel every contraction of Kayden’s impressive abdominal muscles as he stabilized himself on the bike with the curvature of the road. She couldn’t keep her hands from wandering, grazing up his sides, fingering the grooves between each protruding muscle.

If he was reacting at all to her touch, she couldn’t know. He was focused on the road and their speed following behind Jason, but she was blazing for him, wanted to rip the leather jacket off and tear through the cotton so she could get her mouth to his stomach. She wanted to feel every divot she was feeling with her fingertips with her tongue instead as she licked him up and down. She hadn’t had him in her mouth yet and god, she wanted to.

She wanted to run out into the woods and let him chase her. She knew he would catch her, and she wanted him to. Could already picture the fire in his eyes as he trapped her against a tree and ripped off her clothes, pushing her to the ground and taking her hard on a soft bed of fallen pine needles,just the sound of their fucking echoing through the empty forest. And because apparently her imagination had really run away from her, Jason was there too, watching her, watching his brother pound into her from behind while she was on her hands and knees in the dirt. And she wanted him to go to her. For the twins to spit roast her from both ends.Fuck, she’d wound herself up.Fuck, fuck, fuck. She couldn’t believe Jason had somehow ended up in this primal fantasy she was having.

She knew without a doubt that Kayden would entertain a game of chase, but she had no idea what he would say if he knew she was fantasizing about his twin brother. Corey shoved the sexualized thoughts of Jason down. Yes, he had been somewhat sweet this morning, but he still treated her like garbage ninety percent of the time. She needed to remember that before she started visualizing sucking his dick again.

She felt Kayden laughing against her chest like he knew what she’d just been thinking, the vibration of the laughter rolling through her. After hours of his grip remaining steady, his left hand lifted from the motorcycle handle and clasped around her hand under his shirt. He pulled her hand off him, and just before that niggle of rejection could take root, he put her hand on his thick length. She felt him through his sweatpants, only his boxers containing his cock underneath. Kayden ran her hand along him, letting her feel just how hard he was. He pressed his groin into her as much as he could while straddling the bike, before he let her hand go and secured his to the handle again.

Corey dragged her hand along him, on the outside of his pants. She trailed her other hand under his shirt lower until she found the waistband of his sweatpants, walking her fingers under the elastic and to the waistband of his boxers until she got under that layer too. She wrapped her hand around the base of his thick cock, his skin silky under her warmed fingers. She ran her hand along his cock, which was pressed against his thigh. It could not have been comfortable for it to be containedso tightly.

She pulled at the waistbands with her free hand, using her other hand to maneuver his cock out of his pants, freeing the beast. She wrapped both hands around him, one around the base, the other around his tip. He was uncircumcised, and she pulled his foreskin down, running her thumb softly over his slit. He was leaking pre-cum, and she ran her hand over it to lubricate him, gripping him up and down with both hands in synchronized movements. Barely constrained, he rutted into her hands, wanting more friction. She tightened her grip, squeezing him. Then she kept her lower hand anchored around his base and used her other hand to jack him off, running her thumb over the head of his cock with every upstroke.

She maintained a steady pace, only just teasing him. Over Kayden’s shoulder, she could see the tip of his cock glistening in his own pre-cum. She picked up her speed slightly, allowing the fingers of her other hand to cup his balls, massaging them gently. She could feel him tense under her and she kept kneading his balls, his cock gushing in her other hand. He was so turned on, so achingly hard for her that it just incited her own need, and she rubbed her crotch against him, searching for any possible friction.

She wasn’t wearing underwear under her sweatpants, and she could feel her wetness making a mess between her thighs. She was so wet, she was worried it would soak through the light grey sweatpants.

Her hands kept working him, and she wished she could hear the sounds that he was making, but all she could hear was the noise from the bike and the wind. It was the only thing reminding her that she was still barrelling through the world at 150 kilometers per hour.

Corey picked up speed with her hand, jerking from base to head repeatedly and she squeezed his balls, pulling them away from him just slightly, running one finger along his taint. His dick twitched in her hand, becoming even harder as more blood flooded his member. She did it again, running her finger along him in time with her vigorous strokes on his cock, holding his balls captive in her other hand. Having two hands to workhim from behind gave her full control—no awkward angles, just perfect alignment. She didn’t hold back, her movements more and more frantic, but no less precise, and he was almost moving his hips in time.

Throughout it all, Kayden didn’t slow the bike, kept them going behind Jason.

His cock swelled in her hands, becoming impossibly harder, and she knew that he was on the cusp of coming. She pulled his skin down from the head of his cock and finally released his balls, bringing both hands to the head and swirling her thumb on the top, pressing down as her other hand caressed the silky underside of his bare dick. She felt the heavy groan leave his chest, and she cupped him as he pumped his thick, hot come into her hand. He came hard, and she milked every last drop from him while they rode.

She was so wound up that she could almost feel his orgasm in herself, could feel the high that he was feeling. She was so feverish with desire, she wouldn’t need much to find her own release.

Just as she was wondering how she could get a hand to herself, either hers or Kayden’s, she felt the bike shift slightly and heard the click of the changing gears before Kayden accelerated. The engine roared under them as it revved up to propel them forward faster. The whole bike was shaking between her legs.

Kayden’s arm reached behind him to pull her hips towards him, arching her back so her pussy was flush with the seat. The amplified vibrations of the engine stimulated her through her sweatpants, the rough cotton pressed right to her centre. An orgasm ripped through her in seconds, and she gushed into her sweatpants, hot tingles spreading through her legs, up to her arms and then out through her fingers. Her cheeks burned as she moaned on Kayden’s shoulder, grinding into the bike and closing her eyes. The engine didn’t ease up under them as they sped along the highway, and another orgasm rolled through her in a slow shiver.

Kayden didn’t stop the bike, and she couldn’t tell if it was still her second orgasm fizzling through her or if she was coming again as she shook with the pleasure, her pussy clenching and clenching on nothing. Her arms slackened around him and she barely remembered to hold on, the pleasure turning her brain to mush. She didn’t know where her trembling body ended and where the hard metal of the bike started. They had become one shaking, trembling thing.

Only Kayden’s softening cock still in her hands kept her from sliding right off onto the road. Kayden shifted gears again so that the vibrations lessened, and he slowed the bike.

Corey put her last existing brain cell to work and put Kayden’s softened cock back into his pants, pulling the waistband of his sweatpants back up, though he was still semi-hard at the base, and she was sure with minimal coaxing, he’d be raging hard once again.

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