Page 36 of Smoke the Enemy

“She has the joy down here. Way down in here. I feel her second heartbeat throbbing on my tongue.”

Jesus. They are killing me. Soren and Steffan switch places. Soren takes his fingers and smears my arousal along my center and between my ass cheeks. He jerks and rips any remaining string out of his way. His hands take me by the waist and raises me up for Steffan to place a pillow beneath me.

“Are you ready?” His fingers are biting into my hips. He looks on the verge of completely losing control. And I want him to.

“Ready for what?” I quirk a brow and it earns me his hand cracking against my bottom.

“You’re so bad. If you want me to spank you, just ask for it,” Soren tells me.

“Like how you communicate your needs?” I quip.

Steffan makes a noise of approval, but instead of answering me, Soren plows himself deep inside of me. He pounds into me hard, and I can hear the sound of our skin slapping against each other. If he thinks he’s teaching me a lesson, all I’m learning is that if I want incredible sex, I just need to piss him off beforehand

Steffan covers my mouth with his to swallow my cries of pleasure. These two are changing me. I don’t think I can ever be the girl I was before them. The more of their layers that I pull back whether through games or sex, the more I want to know. However, I don’t know if I’m strong enough to survive them and their world.

Steffan pulls away and then places his penis in front of my lips. My tongue darts out to lick the pre-cum before I suck half of him in my mouth. With each deep suck, I draw a low moan from him, and Soren grinds into me at the same time. I caress Steffan around his width before opening my mouth wider. His hand digs into my scalp as his hips begin to take over. I begin to writhe beneath both of them in desperation. The building sensation has me clawing at Steffan’s thighs, I have to anchor myself to something.

“Move. I have to look at her,” Soren demands.

Steffan pulls out as a mix of my saliva and his juices run down my chin. Soren wipes it away with his thumb and I twist around until I’m facing him. Unable to resist, he bends down to devour my mouth. Moaning helplessly, I hold on to his shoulders and he takes long, powerful thrusts into me. His laughter is dark as he growls into my neck, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You.”

“That’s fucking right. Mine.” I gasp as he is relentless as he fucks me. He slows down and stares into my eyes. “But tonight I’m sharing you with Steffan, so you’re ours. I had this pussy first, don’t forget it. You gave it tome.”

“Yes, Soren. Yes!”

He pulls out and steps back. Steffan flips me onto my stomach and hoists my ass in the air. He smacks his hand hard across the back. “Oh, Soren. You always were a fucking dick when it came to sharing.”

Steffan powers into me to the hilt. He leans in my ear and whispers, “Don’t worry. I already know you’re mine. You don’t have to stroke my ego.” He gives me a quick peck on the cheek before he wraps my hair around one hand and holds me by the neck with the other one.

“Good girl. Take it. Let me hear you.” He squeezes my shoulder tighter, and I cry out a broken moan. “Do you need to come?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want both us to make you come?”

“Yes!”

Steffan pulls out and turns me around to face him. “I need you to coat my dick good. Lube me up. It’s going in your ass, so you determine how much lube you need. How raw do you want it?”

I bend down to spit, but Steffan pushes himself between my lips. I taste myself mixed with his own juices. God, I’m so fucking turned on I could die right now. I pull away and then spit on his dick for good measure. Soren wraps his arms around me and turns me to face him.

His eyes bore into mine with so much intensity I feel overcome with emotion. He doesn’t so much as blink as he slides himself inside of me. His large hands cup the back of my head as he brings his lips down to mine. I tilt my head to give him better access. As his tongue massages mine, I feel Steffan behind me as he begins to ease his cock between my ass cheeks. It stings, but I try to remain relaxed. Everything is just so much right now, both of them here, both of them pleasuring me, both of them wanting whatever I have to give.

For the first time I register the television is still on. They begin the countdown for the New Year. Soren and Steffan both pump into me almost in time to the countdown, and all I can do is try to hold on and let them help support my weight.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Horns blare. Music plays. Soren kisses me passionately before letting his brother tilt my head back to kiss him. Soren reaches down and pinches my clit while Steffan devours my mouth. My orgasm is borderline violent and both of the guys cry out as I milk their dicks. My body almost feels ripped in two when they pump final, hard thrusts at the same time.

Steffan pulls out first and immediately goes to take care of me as I’m completely spent. “Let me go get you some tissue.”

Soren guides me back to the blanket and places me on my back. His dick slides out of me and then takes his two fingers and shoves his cum back inside of me and along my thighs. I don’t ask what he’s doing or why. I just feel empty now without them and I’m too exhausted. All I have the energy for at this point is to say, “Happy New Year.”

Blue Rose, Alabama

Soren

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