Page 92 of Dukes of Peril

His dick never once slips out.

“Where were we?” The impish smirk he gives me tells me how proud he is of that fact, but then he’s curling a hand behind each of my knees and shoving themup, bending me in half as he thrusts impossibly deeper.

I claw at his shoulders, trapped between his body and the bed as he pistons his hips, driving back into me with a hard, jarring thrust. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, staring down my body at how close we’re pressed together. Remy’s looking too, and I know he’s seeing the same things.

Our tattoos–moon and star–meeting the way they were always meant to.

“Get this off,” I hear, and then hands appear from over my head–tattooed knuckles, must be Nick–tugging at my top. Remy’s mouth descends to my breast the moment it’s uncovered, Nick wrestling the top up my arms and over my head.

While Remy sucks on one nipple, Nick fondles the other, pillowing my head on his thigh. I turn my head and see his cock, hard and waiting for me, the letter’s LB emblazoned right above the root, but he doesn’t tell Remy to hurry.

He says, “Fuck her hard. Get that pussy nice and wet for me. That feel good, baby?” Nick says the last part while stroking my hair back, and I look up into blazing blue eyes.

“Nick,” I moan, biting my lip hard as Remy buries a grunt into my neck. “Can I… come? Please?”

Completely stone-faced, Nick wraps his hand around my calf, bending me further for Remy. “Not yet.”

Remy fucks me like he has something to prove–not to Nick, nor to Sy, who I can feel on his back beside us, watching–but to himself. He fucks me like he’s telling himself it’s okay to lose control here, his cheeks growing red as he grunts, slamming me into the bed.

I feel him swell inside of me, but even if I didn’t, the way his face hardens, brows crashing together as he stiffens would be enough to tell me he’s coming. I wind my fingers into his hair and ride it out, thighs clenching uselessly as I desperately try to take every drop of him into my body.

“Fuck,” Remy growls, lips dragging wetly across my mouth. “So much blue…” He kisses me then, slow and slick, his cock growing soft inside of me as he palms my breast, drawing it out.

Nick eventually reaches the end of his generosity, disappearing from behind me only to round the bed, kicking at Remy’s ankles. “Enjoy your afterglow after rolling ten inches to the left.”

Groaning, Remy rolls away, leaving me cold and squirming. Nick is already kneeling up onto the bed though, blue eyes dropping to my thighs as he flips my skirt up, baring my used pussy.

He fists his cock, saying, “Come look,” and it isn’t until Sy appears, sitting up to peer between my legs, that I realize who he’s talking to.

Biting my lip, I spread my thighs for them, knowing my face must be magenta. Expecting the wave of hot humiliation, I find nothing but a low, simmering arousal in its place as Sy and Nick stare down at me, stroking their cocks.

“Jesus, Remy,” Sy whispers, wetting his lips. “That’s like a gallon of jizz.”

Fingers touch my chin, Remy turning my face to meet his slack gaze. “I save it up for her,” he says, pitching forward to give me another slow, sensuous kiss. While I’m wrapped up in that, Sy takes my skirt off. I don’t need to look to know it’s him. I can tell just from the warmth of his fingertips, the roughness of them, the awkward skitter they make over my thighs as he pulls the skirt off.

But the tongue that descends on my clit is all Nick. It makes me jolt, and when I whip my gaze down, Nick stares up at me with a warning look, licking out to caress my folds.

“Now?” I ask, already on the edge of begging for my own orgasm.

Nick shakes his head, tongue sweeping back and forth over that bundle of nerves. “Not until I say,” he replies, dipping to lick a hard stripe from my entrance to my clit.

All of Remy’s spent cum is gathered on Nick’s tongue.

“Hey!” Remy makes a low, frustrated sound. “Give it back to her, Nicky.”

Nick’s eyes flick to his, then back to mine, and suddenly he’s surging up, pushing the cum into my mouth with a filthy, slippery kiss. It tastes just like Remy, sharp and hot, and I take it back with an aggression that startles even me, curling my hand behind Nick’s neck. I hold him close as I suck Remy from his tongue, chasing every last drop when Nick rears back.

“It’s my turn,” he says, jerking his chin at Sy. “Get on top of him.”

Sy tenses as I turn, slinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. “Nick,” he hisses, hands steadying my hips as I push him to lay flat. “Come on, don’t be an asshole.”

“You wanted a show,” Nick says, moving to get behind me. Planting a palm between my shoulders, he pushes me down, until I’m on my hands and knees, hovering over Sy’s naked body. “Front row seats, big brother.”

Sy’s throat jumps with a swallow, but I can see his pupils blow wide as his gaze wanders down, settling heavily on my breasts. His voice comes rushed and strained. “Fuck, Lav, I’m not going to last long enough for him to even get inside–”

But he’s cut off by my sharp cry, Nick having already lined himself up, entering me with a slow, powerful thrust. I tip my hips up to him, taking him as far as he can go, and Nick grips the back of my hair with stinging pressure, releasing a barely-restrained rumble.

“Goddamn, you’re wet,” he growls, hips rocking into my ass. Sy’s staring into my eyes with a dazed expression, watching me take his brother’s cock, and it makes me clench around the fullness. Nick says, “He’s not the one fucking you.” Any plans I might have to dip down to kiss Sy are wiped away by Nick’s gruff, commanding voice. “Look atme.”

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