Page 34 of Toxic Hope
Damn him. Damn both of them. Because as much as I shouldn’t want this—as much as part of me still doesn’t—there’s another part of me that absolutely aches for him to do exactly that. Like I’ve been asleep for too long, and I’m finally waking up.
“Go with it.” Preston grunts, raising one of his hands to his nose.He’s smelling me on his fingers.There’s something so hot about it, my pussy gets wetter than it already was. “I’m going to need to taste it. Lay her down,” he tells Easton while he steps back and pulls his T-shirt over his head, then drops his shorts until he’s down to his underwear. He has an athletic, muscular body, but it’s the huge bulge sticking out in front of him that holds my attention. Is he going to want to put that in me? Could I even fit it?
“Relax,” Easton urges in a soft voice, kneeling on the bed, leaning down to caress my skin with his lips and his tongue. Fire spreads over my body, making me burn before Preston even lifts my legs into the air so he can peel away my soaked thong.
And when he holds it out for Easton to smell, a wave of pure need slams into me and threatens to pull me under. My pussyis so hot, so wet. My clit throbs painfully with every beat of my heart. I know in my soul they are the cure for that.
Still, my breath catches when Preston lowers his head between my spread thighs and peppers them with kisses. “Let yourself feel it,” Easton reminds me before drawing one of my nipples between his lips and sucking. Holy shit, that’s good, so good I can’t help but run my fingers through his hair and moan helplessly.
“You think that’s good?” Preston chuckles against my sensitive skin, and it hits me that they might turn this into a competition before something warm and wet slides up the length of my swollen slit and buries deep in my pussy.
“Oh, my god!” I whine as the world explodes in color and light, shimmering like a thousand crystal shards, sending prisms dancing behind my closed eyelids. All he does is drive his tongue deeper, making me crazy with every stroke and flick.
There’s so much happening!Hands touching me all over, tongues, mouths. Their soft, needy grunts mix with my helpless moans as the body I have felt betrayed by for so long comes alive, thanks to them. As I climb higher and higher, lost in the overwhelming mix of sensations, feelings, and the heat that keeps building while the three of us move together.
“Yes… Yes, that feels so good!” I whimper, close to the edge again. Lifting my hips, grinding against Preston’s face, desperate for an end to the tension.
“Are you ready to come for him again?” Easton whispers, playing with my nipples while he tongues my earlobe. “And then I’ll make you come for me.”
When I open my mouth to gasp, he covers it with his, sliding his tongue against mine.Yes!Something inside me screams in relief when the tension breaks, and I scream into Easton’s mouth while Preston’s keeps working me, teasing out every last flutter from my core.
“My turn,” Easton announces before I’ve finished coming. Everything is hazy, foggy, and I’m pretty sure my heart is going to pound out of my chest while the two of them switch places, with Easton almost diving between my legs to devour me.
My back arches and a scream tears its way out of my throat because,oh my god, it’s happening again. The friction from scruffy cheeks chafing my skin. The sharp, rhythmic flick of his tongue. His deep, guttural moans that send vibrations racing through me. It all works together, along with Preston’s hands claiming every part of me they can reach until my voice breaks and there’s nothing for me to do but silently sob in pleasure and surprise.
“I knew you would be like this.” Preston’s voice is deep, intimate, when he lifts his head to look down into my eyes. “I knew you would explode.”
“Fuck, I could become addicted to that taste.” Easton stands, getting undressed the way Preston did, and the dick that was just in my mouth a little while ago now sits against my pussy when he scoots me down until I’m almost dangling off the foot of the bed.
Oh, my god. This is it. Do I stop them? Can I?
Would I hate myself if I stopped? Because my body is riding a high, I have never experienced. I’ve been so sick, I’ve gone through so much. Don’t I deserve to feel good?
“Me first,” Easton tells his brother before looking down at me. When our eyes meet, I have to fight the impulse to look away. It’s too much.
But then he presses his wide head against my entrance and all that matters is the pressure down there. I bite my lip and suck in a gasp before he pushes forward and fills my world with a sharp, sudden pain.
He freezes, then whispers, “Fuck me. I should have known.”
“What?” Preston asks, stroking himself close to my face.
“A virgin. She is—was a virgin.” Not that it stops him, but at least he takes his time easing his way into me, letting me adjust, pausing once he’s as deep as he can go.
I’m not a virgin anymore. Not the way I saw today going. Definitely not the people I thought I would spend this moment with, either.
But somehow, that doesn’t matter. Not when the sensation of being so full is better than anything I could’ve imagined. The way he stretches me, leaving me hanging between pain and pleasure, before he slowly pulls back and pushes forward again. Again.
And slowly, the pain fades away.
“You know what to do with this.” Preston taps the corner of my mouth with his mushroom head. “Fuck me with your mouth while you fuck him with your pussy, pearls.”
And then he fills my mouth, and there’s something so dirty about it… but so hot, too. Taking two brothers at once, pleasuring them with my body. They move almost in unison, stroke for stroke.
Using me.
And I like it. I like it so much, tension builds in my core again, and I moan around Preston’s dick. “Getting tighter,” Easton pants, his hands gripping my legs so he can drive deeper, harder. The world is spinning around me and all I can do is twist the comforter in my fists to keep myself connected to reality because, oh, my god, it’s happening again.
“Good girl.” Preston pulls away, and I take a gulp of air, shaking and moaning while the two of them switch places. He lifts my hips before lining up with me, dragging his head through my wetness while I can only whimper weakly. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
