Page 46 of Smoke the Enemy

Soren pumps his finger in and out of my ass, the intrusion began as a slight burn, but then my body starts chasing after the orgasm it knows I’ll find in his arms. He smirks at me, and I try not to blush while I rock against him. “You like this, don’t you, Tay? You like having my fingers in your ass, filling you up. I bet you’d like it more if my brother’s cock was in your perfect, wet pussy.”

I gasp into his mouth, while his dirty words only make me wetter. Yes, I do wish Steffan was inside me, both of them taking me apart. I can’t think straight from the magic he’s working with his hands. The door to his room opens, but I’m so lost in Soren that I barely notice. Right now I’m past the point of caring, my body is stretching and working toward something just out of reach.

“Fuck, Little Mouse,” Steffan drawls, my eyes snapping open to meet his. He’s watching with such hunger in his eyes that I shiver.

“I was going to call you,” Soren grunts, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and biting it softly. “Hurry and get the fuck over here.”

Soren kisses me again, his hand sliding up to my jaw, cupping it and tilting my head so I can watch as Steffan drops his clothes to floor, his hooded eyes on my body the entire time. Once he’s naked he slides in behind me, his muscled torso pressing into my back. Steffan leans down, biting my shoulder, and I jump a little from the sting right before he soothes it with his tongue. One of his hands runs down my spine to my ass where Soren is still playing with me. “You ready for us, Taylor?”

“I want more,” I confirm, my body shuddering between them.

“Turn over, baby.” Steffan guides my body to face him. Once my back is to Soren, Steffan kisses me, putting all his longing and heat into that kiss. His lips trail over my jaw and down my neck. He slides down my body, continuing to pepper kisses all over my sensitive skin until he reaches my pussy. His strong hand grabs my leg and pushes it back over his brother’s, spreading me wide open. My eyes close when I feel Steffan’s tongue slide into my folds, licking around my clit and biting on it lightly. I groan, wishing my fingers were free to grab his hair. My pelvis tips toward him, rubbing against his face.

“That’s it, Tay,” Soren praises me, kissing along my shoulders, sweeping my hair away from my neck, giving him better access. “It will be easier for you to take us both if you come first.”

They both use their hands, their mouths, and their words to send me over the cliff, my orgasm spiraling out, Steffan’s name ripped from my throat. He slides back up, smirking and looking cocky as fuck.

“She’ll call my name too,” Soren practically guarantees as he unties my wrists. Steffan rolls so he’s under me, pulling my body onto his chest. I use my free hands on his chest as leverage before I slide myself down his cock. Steffan groans when I take him deep in one go. I rock my hips, and lean down to kiss him, not caring that his lips taste like me.

I feel Soren kneel on the bed behind me, his hand running over the globes of my ass as he slicks his cock with lube. I let out a small whine when the cool gel hits my backside, and his finger starts spreading the wetness around the puckered hole. Shivers dance across my skin, and heat explodes in my chest when he lines up, and the head of dick starts to push past the barrier. My fingers dig into Steffan’s chest, leaving crescent marks against his tan skin.

“You are so tight, Tay,” Soren breathes against my back, and I flush this time from his praise.

“You should see the look on her face, brother,” Steffan growls, “She’s blissed out, aren’t you, Taylor, baby? I can feel you dripping all over me.”

Soren gives me no more time to think before he pushes all the way in, and his hips grind againstmy ass cheeks. I do feel blissed out to the point I think I almost black out from the pleasure. I’m too full, too sensitive, I can’t think. Steffan reaches up and guides my head down so he can kiss me, his other hand gripping my waist so he can grind me down on his dick. They move my body together in perfect unison until my eyes roll in the back of my head and sweat coats my skin. Soren pumps away until I’m gasping and clenching down on both of them as I come again, and this time it is Soren’s name torn from my lips. Soren’s hips stutter, and he grinds into me a few more times before he pulls out and comes all over my ass, marking me as his.

The minute Soren steps off the bed breathing hard, Steffan flips me onto my back, wrapping my legs over his shoulders and pounding into me until the bed is slamming against the wall. I can’t even bring myself to care as I’m pushed into yet another orgasm, screaming my release into the room. Steffan groans and bites my lip as he comes right after me, coating my insides.

Steffan collapses on top of me. Soren is right there to clean me up. They both leave, and I roll onto my side, waiting while they each take their time in the bathroom before I can finally walk. In the bathroom I splash water on my face and try to control the messy state of my hair. I hardly recognize the naked girl in the mirror. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are flushed, a devilish smirk on her lips. They do this to me. They make me feel alive. Once I’ve taken care of myself, I go back into the room, only to find them both facing me. Dressed. The blue tie that was just around my hands now lays loose around Soren’s neck and unbuttoned shirt. My brow raises.

“I prefer the tie around my wrists,” I snark at him, even though there is no heat in my words. Soren smirks. I finally gulp back some humility. We just all fucked in the Delta Pi Theta house. I’m probably supposed to leave now, and suddenly everything we just did feels dirty and wrong, even though I don’t want it to be. They have been worried since Alex returned about not being able to be with me, and how this would affect their Brotherhood. A few pledges and Brothers saw me walk into the house tonight. If anyone had walked past the door, they would have heard what we were doing. Tonight feels like a dangerous line was crossed, and they don’t seem to care. I don’t either. I want them. I need them. I think I fucking love them. Steffan is watching me, his head cocked to the side.

“I’ll just get dressed…” My voice trails off, but Soren doesn’t give me a chance to react. He lifts me until I’m held in his arms, my legs wrapped around his hips.

“Don’t be stupid, Taylor. I know you’re not seriously thinking we’d let you leave tonight,” Steffan admonishes. I duck my face into Soren’s shoulder, both relieved and now feeling slightly shy.

Soren carries me across the hall, Steffan right behind us, glaring at all the closed doors as if daring them to open and catch sight of my naked form in his twin’s arms. Steffan opens the door to his room, and Soren walks over to the bed before lying me down gently. I scoot up to the pillow and under the covers, my nakedness suddenly making me feel embarrassed. Soren drops his clothes again before he climbs in behind me, his arm draped across my waist. The lights click off, and soon Steffan is at my front. I can feel he is also back to wearing only his boxers as his heated skin brushes mine. His eyes sparkle in the dark. I have so many questions right now, so many things to ask and to say, but I’m so tired. They took my body to hell and back, my energy is spent. Tears prick my eyes because I’m equally as overwhelmed as I am content with them. This feels right. I want to talk to tell them about all these emotions swelling and consuming me, but I hesitate. Like he knows my brain won’t quit, Steffan leans forward and places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Shhh, Little Mouse. You’re ours.”

Blue Rose, Alabama

Soren

The last thing I want to do is leave the bed, let alone the house, when Taylor’s tempting body is still tangled in Steffan’s sheets. She still smells like us, still bares all our marks against her skin. I could care less right now about Van Doren or Dupree.We couldn’t even tell her why we left. Taylor still thinks Bryce is missing, and until Allison has him between her jaws, I won’t give her false hope again.

“I know.” Steffan glances at me, clearly just as frustrated. I swipe a cigarette from my back pocket and light it the moment we step outside into the chilled winter air.

“All I’m saying is that we get there, we end Van Doren, bring him as a nice little snack to Allison, then we come home,” I drawl.

“Well, we better fucking hurry up then.” Steffan walks faster to the car and gets behind the wheel. I slide into the passenger seat and soon we’re off. He stops along the way and picks up Lee from Bailee’s home, and he looks just as pissy as we are.

I grin at him, “Have you tried using your tie as bondage yet?”

“Shut up, Soren,” Lee groans and tilts his head back.

“Guess she gave you shit for having to leave then?”

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