Page 50 of Fractured Constellations
“What shall your punishment be, hmm?” Thorn purrs, and my body lights up, all the teasing touches of the past week adding up until I feel like the sun is burning underneath my skin.
My breath catches as his head dips down, uncaring that I’m now soaked with pool water as he licks a line up my neck.
“How about we skip the punishment and you reward me for being such a good sister instead?” I reply in a husky voice,my hand reaching between us and stroking his length, which is rapidly hardening inside his shorts.
“Jesus,” he hisses, his hips flexing into my touch as I continue to stroke him. “You make me wild, Moonbeam.”
“Please, Thorn. I’ve missed you being inside me so much. I need you,” I beg, shameless in how much I want him. Maybe it was thinking about embracing the present fully, or the fact that we may all lose this game of life, but the need is all consuming. “Please.”
He makes a masculine rumble, his fingers making quick work of untying my bikini bottoms. “When you beg me like that…fuck,” he rasps, batting my hand away from him and pushing down his shorts just enough to free his dick. It’s a matter of seconds before he’s inside me, a deep, satisfied groan falling from his lips against my neck. “Fucking hell, Goldie.”
“Thorn,” I moan, the stretch of him entering me exquisite torture, the piercing on the underside of his shaft lighting me up from the inside. “More, please.”
He keeps our bodies pressed together, but shifts so that we’re staring into each other’s eyes as his hips move, pumping his cock in and out of me.
“This is home, Luna,” he tells me in between thrusts, his eyes emerald fire. “Right here, when I’m buried deep inside you is where I find myself after being lost for so long.”
His confession makes my chest hitch, the pleasure mixing with his words until I’m spiraling out of control, a supernova ready to explode.
“I love you, Thorn,” I tell him, and his movements still, just for a fraction as his eyes fill with an intensity that shatters worlds.
“I love you, Goldie, so fucking much it hurts,” he replies, dropping his lips onto mine and devastating me with his kiss.
It’s a kiss that speaks of everything between us, of the fact that it’s too late not to be all in. We’re already so far past that there is no going back, and as he moves within me, I accept our love for what it is; a blessing.
“Thorn!” I cry out as I climax, my nails digging in deeply to the skin of his back as my world implodes and stars fill my eyes.
His own roar comes seconds later, my name a fervent prayer on his lips as he pulses deep inside me, filling me with his cum, claiming me and owning every fucking inch of me. Our breaths are synced, our souls merged as we lie there, the sounds of the water and the birds filtering back in as we both relearn our place in the world.
“You are everything, Luna. Fucking everything,” he whispers before kissing me softly and rubbing our noses together in a gesture so sweet it has the back of my eyes pricking.
“I’m scared that I should let you guys go, protect you from what might happen if I don’t make it,” I confess back, and his body stills on top of me.
“That’s not going to happen, Goldie. None of us will let it,” he tells me piercingly, and I sigh, reaching out to cup his damp cheek in my palm. It’s not just pool water that makes it wet, but sweat from our love-making too.
“It might though, and to deny it as a possibility is just as harmful as seeing it as the only outcome,” I tell him, and his eyes, full of sparkling green, soften.
“Okay, then let’s just take it one day at a time. No future, just the here and now.” He begs me to do as he says, and I can’t deny that a part of me agrees with him, because maybe this really is the only way to get through this.
“Okay, only the here and now. Nothing else,” I agree, and the smile he gives me makes the world shine that much brighter.
“Good girl,” he praises, pressing another kiss to my lips before pushing up and out of me. I gasp when he leaves my body,my cheeks heating when he kneels up, staring at the mess he’s left between my legs and I’ve left on the lounger. “Such a fucking beautiful sight. Don’t you think, Chase?”
My skin flushes as I remember that Chase was sitting right beside me, and I peer through my lashes to find him staring at my pussy, his pupils blown, a flush on his cheeks. His laptop is on the table beside him, forgotten.
“I think it needs a little more,” he says, and Thorn laughs, getting off the lounger as Chase climbs on, settling in the space that Thorn just was.
“Chase, I—” he cuts me off with a kiss, and I gasp into his mouth when he fills me in one smooth thrust.
“You just have to take it, sweet stepsister,” he commands against my lips as his hips begin to move, setting a quick pace from the start.
My body gives in, too tired and blissed out to argue, and there is the matter of our free use rule. Fingers find my clit, and I blink my eyes open to see Thorn kneeling on the ground next to me, his arm between Chase as I.
“Just let us take care of you, make you feel good, pretty stepsis,” he coos, and I moan as the first wave of euphoria washes over me. “That’s it, come for him, Moonbeam.”
Chase picks up the pace, and I’m grateful this won’t be drawn-out because as much as I’d love to make love for hours, I’m not sure I can right now. Pleasure rolls over me like a lightning storm, filling my entire being until I’m crying out my release, one hand gripping Thorn’s forearm, the other raking my nails down Chase’s chest.
“Fuck, Luna!” he shouts, thrusting deep, and I cry and writhe underneath him. His dick pulses inside me, his cum filling me up alongside his brother’s, and it’s so fucking dirty to have both of them like this that my orgasm keeps going, Thorn strumming my clit until I’m begging him to stop. “Good fucking girl.”
