Page 35 of A Ryan Recollection

“You smell delicious, baby. He got you nice and wet for me, huh?”

“Yeah,” I gasp as he pulls me down, until his mouth is on my sensitive flesh. He mumbles appreciatively as his mouth settles over my clit. He flicks the sensitive bud with his tongue, and soon enough I can’t help from grind against his face.

“Don’t make her come,” Mikey says, causing Liam to stop what he’s doing.

He twists his head so he can speak, leaving me panting and breathless as tremors wrack my body. “The fuck?”

“You think she deserves to come?”

“It wasn’t me she was giving attitude to, bro,” Liam laughs softly before he goes back to eating my pussy. I close my eyes, focusing on Liam’s expert mouth as the familiar tightening of my impending orgasm builds in my core.

My eyes fly open as Mikey tugs my hair again, but the sharp pain in my scalp only intensifies the pleasure his brother’s tongue is bringing me. He presses his mouth against my ear. “Yeah, why was that? Why did I getting all your attitude, Red? You think I’m just a clown, is that it?”

“N-no,” I whimper.

He yanks my hair harder just as Liam sucks on my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, nudging either side with his tongue until I’m exploding like a million tiny fire-bursts of energy. I close my eyes, rocking my hips over Liam’s face as he sucks and licks me through my climax.

And as I’m coming down from the high and Liam goes on softly nuzzling my sensitive flesh, Mikey keeps his lips pressed close to my ear. “Enjoy him fucking you, Red, because as soon as he’s done, you’re mine.” His tone is so low and menacing, Liam won’t have heard what he said. And it’s so unlike how Mikey has ever spoken to me before, that it makes a shiver run the length of my spine.

My head spins as I try to process what’s going on with him, while still reeling from the orgasm Liam just gave me, so when Liam lifts me off his face and pulls me down the bed, impaling me on his huge cock instead, I gasp in surprise. He fills me to the hilt, groaning loudly as he sinks balls deep inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, biting on my lip to stop from screaming the entire basement down.

“I got you, baby,” he soothes, brushing my hair back from my face and I stare down at his handsome face, trying to avoid the heat of Mikey’s gaze as he watches us – waiting his turn.

“You feel so good,” he groans, holding my hips still while he drives up into me, taking all of the control while I battle to stay upright. I wrestle against my restraints, desperate to touch him and hold on to something as he rails into me. Hitting a spot deep inside me over and over again until I’m about ready to beg him to never ever stop.

Sweat beads over my skin and my eyelids flutter as he brings me close to another orgasm quickly, as though the last one never quite had the time to ebb away completely and the next one caught it’s flickering coat tails.

“Fuck, baby. Can you come for me again?” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips.

“Yeah,” I whimper.

“That’s my girl.”

His words tip me over the edge and I slump forward, my forehead pressed against his hard chest as another orgasm tears through me. Tears run down my face and my body shakes uncontrollably as the aftershocks roll through me.

I melt into Liam’s body as he keeps his strong arms wrapped around me while he drives into me until he finds his own release. “You did so good, baby,” he groans in my ear, “you feel so good squeezing my cock when you come.”

I breathe him in, my face buried in his clothes as my senses are overwhelmed with him. I feel him everywhere, like a blanket over my skin.

“You two done?” Mikey asks impatiently, reminding us he’s still in the room.

Liam brushes my hair back from my face and narrows his eyes at me. “We done here?”

I nod my head, unable to form a coherent word right now.

“Good girl,” he says before giving me a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Flip her onto her back,” Mikey orders.

“Let me cut her arms free—”

“No. Leave her arms as they are.”

Liam looks at me, his brow furrowed in concern now. Mikey seems super pissed, but maybe I kind of want him to be, and I can handle him.

“It’s fine,” I assure him. My arms are uncomfortable tied like this, but I’m nowhere near my pain threshold yet.

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