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“You’re all for me,” he breathes as he slides into me an inch.
“Fuck,” I choke out.
He pushes into me another inch, groaning in my ear as I spasm around him, slick as fuck and starting to drip down my thighs.
“That's my girl... So fuckingwet...Is this for me? Or is this for him?”
But I can’t answer. I’m panting, face hot, sweating in earnest now. He slides the rest of the way in, fills me up and stretches me open, his abdomen pressed to my ass. He grunts and falls forward, drops his face into my neck andfinallystarts to fuck me for real. My legs shake as I struggle to hold myself up.
We aren’t going to last long. Both of us hover on the edge despite the fact that he’s taking his time. He’s fucking me slow, and deep. But we’ve been on a knife’s edge all day, too tense, and we need this—webothneed this.
I can tell by his moans he’s right there with me. I know the sounds he makes before he comes. I start grinding backwards onto him, urge him to speed up, because I want to come with him. I want to show him I'm all his. I lift my head to see him in the glass, to connect better, and freeze.
Dane is lounging against the bedroom door frame, his arms crossed, his eyes glued to my ass where Richhas slipped between my legs and is stretching me open around his cock.
“I’m gonna come, Cara,” Rich mumbles. “Fuck, I’m gonna come…”
Just as he starts to spill inside of me, Dane tears his eyes away from his brother’s cock and looks me right in the eye in the mirror.
SHIT, no, I—
I fuckingexplode.
Chapter Seven
Dane
I book it outof there as fast as my legs will go. Like if I move fast enough I’ll forget what I saw. Like the images will fall out of my head and be left in that room forever.
Yeah right, Dane. Those images are squatting rent-free in your head until you fucking die.
After Ponytail Girl had finally limped her way out of my room, I’d stared at the ceiling for another hour, stomach squirming, thinking about Rich’s face when he saw me with my arm around Cara.
I hate that it’s like this, but I don’t know how to fix it. I thought maybe I could talk to them, thatmaybe with Cara as a buffer we could move forward, somehow. Be brothers again. But Rich looks at me like I’m a stranger. And I guess I am, now.
My arm still tingles from her touch on the lawn. She was a lightning rod, connecting me and Rich for the first time since everything fell apart.
I swallow hard as I kick the door to my room shut behind me and beeline for the bathroom. I drop my joggers without preamble and grip the edge of the counter with one hand while I wrap the other around my dick. The head of my cock is oozing precum despite already having balled that server twice. It twitches in my palm while images of Cara’s perfect tits bouncing up against the mirror and hersoakingwet pussy dripping down Rich’s cock play on repeat.
His body has changed. It’s clear he’s not on the water polo team anymore. The ridiculous body fat percentage has softened a little, although he still looks fitter than most men have the right to. But it’s the body hair that I noticed: he’s been shaving for the team for so long that it never occurred to me he ever evenhadchest hair.
I groan as my balls tighten up. The sight of the dark hair around his cock, sliding inside of her dripping, sopping hole…
“Fuck!” I grunt, surprised by the orgasm that boots me from behind as my hips drive forward and my low back seizes up. Cum shoots all over my shirt. My head snaps back and my mouth falls open; I didn’t come like this for the server—not even when she shoved her finger in my ass.
When I finally finish, palm coated and shirt obliterated, I look at myself in the mirror. I’m flushed, and panting, and covered in jizz, andJesus fucking Christ I jerked off thinking about my brother’s cock…
I shake my head, and try to convince myself it was all Cara. That her stupid freckles have been on my mind since this morning and seeing her trussed up and fucked from behind is what’s doing it for me.
Ever the liar, Dane.
I snatch a hand towel and try to wipe myself off, press it to my dick which is still leaking and lean back against the wall. The truth is, I’m thinking about both of them. I’vebeenthinking about both of them since before they even got here. I was thinking about sliding into her the entire time I was sliding into the party blonde, about the feel of Cara’s skin on mine, soft and silky, and how good her pussy must feel if I can get hard from touching a patch of arm. Iwas thinking about driving deep into her cunt, and feeling another cock in her—feeling another dick against mine as we stretched her so wide she fucking screamed. I’d been thinking about me and Rich balls deep in that pussy all fucking night. About gripping his shoulders as we came together.
I whip the towel at the hamper, rip my shirt off and chuck it in there too, full of anxious, restless energy. There’s too much shit in my head. Too mucheverything.
Too much
Too much
