by Jenika Snow
Lucie closed her eyes and let his words sink in. Breathing out roughly, she nodded her agreement. This is going to either be the best thing that has happened to me or the worst.
Chapter Five
Lucie couldn’t help the arousal that slammed into her harder and harder with every step she took. The fact that Quentin and Emery were leading her to her room so they could fuck her was wrong on so many levels, but felt so right, They led her up the stairs, each holding one of her hands. Am I still dreaming? Of course Lucie knew that wasn’t the case, but she couldn’t help replaying it over and over again in her mind. When they stopped at her door and pushed it open, her breath stalled in her lungs. Emery closed the door behind her, locking them all in to the events that would soon change everything.
They didn’t let go of her hands and for that she was thankful. Lucie didn’t know if she would have been able to stand without the strength of their grasps. They pulled her into the center of the room and stared at her. Could they see how frightened she was of what they were about to do? Lucie wasn’t a virgin, but she had only slept with one guy and that was last summer, when alcohol had made her inhibitions wayward. She found herself in a similar situation now.
The bourbon she had consumed coursed through her veins, and despite the small buzz it offered, she was lucid and coherent enough to know that she was about to sleep with her two stepbrothers. She could have said no, and knew they wouldn’t have pushed her. As she watched then a little apprehensively, Lucie knew they would go slow and give her time to adjust.
Quentin and Emery both dropped her hands simultaneously, and she was surprised to find she hadn’t crumbled to the ground. Emery was first to grip the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. Quentin was next. Their chests were something she might have seen on a marble statue depicting a Greek god, not two teenaged boys. Their pectoral muscles were defined, along with the rippling hills of their six-packs. Her pussy became moister, and she felt the arousal she had always felt for them both, suddenly rise violently to the surface.
They kept their pants on and Lucie didn’t know if she was thankful or disappointed. Quentin took a step forward and brought his mouth to hers. His kiss was hurried and desperate, mimicking all of her desires. Tongues moving against each other, it was like he was fucking her mouth: hard, rough, and fast.
He broke the kiss and she swayed on her feet. His hands on her shoulders steadied her, and then he was behind her, his lips on her neck. Fire danced across her flesh and she involuntarily tilted her head to the side to accept more of his touch. Emery took a step forward. The heat that emanated from his big body had perspiration dotting her skin. He was so tall, so muscular, that in order for her to really look at him she had to crane her neck. She couldn’t move, not with Quentin doing wicked things to her body that had her knees shaking.
Strength grew inside her and she lifted her hands and placed them on Emery’s chest. His skin was smooth and hard and she could feel his heart pounding behind all that muscle. Emery dipped his head and captured her lips with his. His kiss wasn’t like Quentin’s. Whereas Quentin had kissed her hard and rough, Emery kissed her as if he were coaxing her. The dual sensations made her feel like they were the predators and she was their prey.
Hands pressed against Emery’s chest, Lucie slid them lower, feeling all the power he wielded beneath her fingertips. With her hand resting on his navel, Lucie pressed her tongue against his. He groaned against her mouth, a strangled sound of need and want. Quentin’s hands moved down her back and over her hips. They stopped at the waistband of her shorts and she felt his fingers curl into her.
“Tell me to take these off, Lucie.”
Prying her lips from Emery’s, she panted against his mouth at Quentin’s words. “Take it off of me.” The sound was a low, soft whisper she didn’t doubt they heard. Quentin made an indistinguishable sound behind her and then pulled her shorts and panties down.
The cool air that circulated in the room should have cooled her raging body down, but instead it only seemed to ignite the inferno inside. Emery’s mouth was back on hers. She felt his hands move over her collarbone and rest right over her breasts.
She knew her nipples were rock hard, knew that they pressed obscenely against the thin material of the tank top she wore. Maybe it had been a mistake that she had decided not to wear a bra this morning? She shook as Quentin palmed the cheeks of her ass and Emery squeezed her breasts. The dual sensations were almost too much. She felt dizzy and lightheaded. Could someone faint from too much pleasure? She didn’t know, but she would soon find out.
Breaking their kiss, Emery moved his lips across her jaw and over her neck. She felt Quentin step away, but before she could ponder what he was doing, she felt his teeth scrape lightly across one of the cheeks of her ass. Oh, it was a delicious feeling being between these two, feeling their raw power sandwiching her in, making her feel so weak and feminine.
When Emery latched his mouth onto her nipple, through her shirt, Lucie groaned. She could feel his tongue, swiping over the engorged tip, drawing the peak to a rock-hard point. Quentin stood behind her and ran his hands over her ass with expert strokes. That was when she felt his fingers slip between her legs and swipe over her soaked slit. She couldn’t help but open her legs wider. This was so not “her”. Her movement caused Quentin to groan against her and move his other hand in front to tease her clit.
“Tell us how you feel, baby.” Had they both said that simultaneously? Lucie’s brain was too frazzled to comprehend anything at this point.
“Oh, God. Please.” It was just a whisper from her lips. She couldn’t form any other words at the feel of their nimble and expert hands and mouths on her.
Quentin chuckled and renewed his effort on her clit. Feeling his finger rubbing steady circles around the swollen little bead of tissue, she pried her eyes open and looked down at Emery’s dark head. As if he sensed her staring at him, he lifted his head and looked at her with bedroom eyes.
“How do you feel?” His voice sounded seductive and she couldn’t help but answer him, knowing that she wanted them to realize how much pleasure they were bringing her.
“I feel so good.” He smiled and she dropped her gaze down to her breast. A dark circle of wetness covered the area he had just been sucking. Her areola was dark against the wet, white fabric. Her nipple looked so hard and big, as if he had drawn all the blood to that one area. She closed her eyes again and tilted her head back. A shot of pleasure slammed into her as Quentin continued to rub her clit.
“Do you want more, baby?” Quentin’s words sounded muffled against her back and she could hear how out of breath he was, as if what he was doing to her was almost too much for him to handle as well.
Lucie nodded, not trusting herself to speak. They both stepped away from her and she felt herself become lightheaded. Their hands were suddenly on her, helping her over to the bed, and gently pushing her down on it. One of them, she didn’t know which, gripped the edge of her shirt and peeled it off. Here she was, naked and in plain sight of both of them. Lucie wondered what they thought, if they found her beautiful.
“Fuck…you are so gorgeous, Lucie.”
Quentin‘s words sent a thrill of excitement through her. Their hands went to the button and fly of their pants and trepidation and anticipation coursed through her. The sound of the zippers sliding down had her palms sweating and her heart racing. This was it, the moment that would determine how the rest of her life would play out. Would this very moment make everything memorable? Would being with them shatter everything she had thought possible?
As she watched them push their pants and boxers down to their ankles, her mouth opened and her eyes grew wide. Standing before her, like gods from ages past, were her two stepbrothers. The shafts that sprang forth were erect and enormous. Never had she known a cock could be that long or thick. Easily they were as thick as her wrists, and she wasn’t even about to speculate on how long they were. They were far superior to average length, th
at much she knew.
“Lie back on the bed and show us your pretty pussy.” Lucie was surprised at the language that came from Emery. She had thought he was the shy brother, but his commanding tone brokered no argument. Lucie felt her resolve crumble.
She scooted farther back on the bed and felt the cold wall greet her bare skin. They both stared at her with hungry gazes, and Lucie watched in rapt awe as they grabbed their shafts and started stroking themselves. Her excitement had her panting and she braced her feet on the bed and spread her legs. She could feel her pussy lips spread apart, the chilled air brushing across the most sensitive part of her, and their eyes focusing between her legs.
Head downcast as a flare of embarrassment washed through her, Lucie could hear their low-pitched mumbles. She lifted her eyes to meet theirs. Quentin stroked his cock fast and stared at her pussy.
“Fuck, baby. Will you let me taste you?”
Taste? Oh, God.
Chapter Six
“Yes.” The single word fell from her lips. Quentin didn’t wait for another invitation. Moving with the grace of a wild animal, he crawled onto the bed and between her splayed thighs. His wide shoulders forced her to spread her legs even wider to accommodate his massive frame. Stomach hollowing from the feel of his warm breath across her clit, Lucie bit her lip when she finally felt his tongue swipe across her pussy.
He groaned against her flesh before murmuring, “Your cunt tastes so fucking good.”
Quentin continued to lick and tongue her cleft. He flattened his tongue against her, moving it from the opening of her pussy to the very top of her clit. The sensation had her shaking, but his hands pressed on her inner thighs and kept her stable, somewhat.
Lucie opened her eyes when she felt the bed dip beside her. She could see Emery’s stormy expression as he moved closer and closer, until he was right beside her. Keeping her eyes open was a feat that seemed almost impossible to accomplish. The pleasure Quentin wrought was mind-blowing. When he entered a finger into her pussy, her back bowed and her climax rose precariously close to the surface. Emery gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up.
“Brace yourself on your elbows.” He rose onto his knees, his shaft standing stiff and big right in front of her mouth. When she did he said, “Put my cock in your mouth, Lucie.” He gripped himself with his free hand and led his dick to the opening of her mouth.
The moist, thick head rubbed along her lips, coating them with his silky pre-cum. She darted her tongue out and ran it over the swollen head, tasting the saltiness of his semen. The flavor was purely masculine, potent even. Quentin’s fingers and tongue were wicked and Lucie couldn’t hold onto the moan that spilled from her mouth. The vibrations had Emery gripping each side of her head, her hair in his fists. A glance into his eyes showed his strength was breaking.
She moved her tongue along the underside of his cock before bringing it back to the opening at the tip and pressing her tongue inside. The only thing that mattered at that moment was feeling Emery’s cum shooting down her throat. Despite wanting to accomplish this and taste him, Quentin was making her feel so good that she could barely concentrate on her task.
Emery started moving his hips with more force. He pushed his dick into her mouth and pulled it back out. She could feel the thick vein that lined the underside of his erection rub along her tongue with every move he made. Over and over he did this, slowly increasing his speed until the tip of his shaft was hitting the back of her throat. He groaned above her and tightened his hold on her hair. The small jets of cum that filled her mouth let her know he was close.
“Suck his cock while I lick this pretty pussy.” Quentin’s deep and harsh words brought her orgasm closer to the surface. Without thought, she found herself lifting her hips and pressing her cunt into his face. She needed more of him, needed to feel more of that wicked tongue teasing her clit and pressing into her hole.
Emery gave a deep growl and stilled his thrusting. Jet after jet of hot, salty semen filled her mouth and she greedily swallowed. The taste of him was potent and extreme. When his cock went limp he pulled out and leaned back on his legs to stare down at her. Sweat dripped down from his hairline and his cheeks flushed.
The feel of Quentin latched onto her clit and three of his fingers shoved deep within her had her arching her back and reaching for the pleasure that was sure to follow. The suction was intense and his thrusting digits were fierce.
Quentin broke away from her and murmured, “I want to taste your orgasm, Lucie. I want your cream all over my face.” He then latched back onto her pussy and had her screaming out in ecstasy.
She knew what she looked like: back arched, breasts thrust forward, and legs as wide as they could go. Warm fluid seeped out of her and coated not only Quentin’s face, but also her thighs. When she couldn’t take anymore, she gently pushed Quentin away and breathed in deeply. Lucie didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes and see their reaction. Would they think she was easy? A slut? She didn’t do things like this, especially not with two men.
She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came forth. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, not when Quentin rose to his knees and positioned himself between her splayed thighs.
"I want you so fucking bad, Lucie." His gaze was level with her still-quivering cunt and she knew her need was just as deep as theirs. It was clear by the looks on each of their faces and the way they stroked her lovingly that they didn't think her easy. At least, that is what she kept telling herself over and over again.
Quentin's shaft was flushed red at the tip and thick and long. Emery handed him a condom and each donned one. The fact that Emery was hard again so quickly surprised her, but she didn't ponder it for too long––not when she felt the wide head of Quentin's dick press against her pussy hole.
Sweat popped out along her forehead, but it wasn’t from being nervous or frightened. The fact that Lucie was about to have sex with her two stepbrothers played havoc on her body and mind. She wanted them, desperately, but her brain kept urging her that what she was doing was wrong on so many levels. Her thoughts must have been evident on her face because the next thing she knew, Quentin was leaned over her and his lips were pressed against hers.
He pulled away so only an inch separated their mouths. “This feels so right, Lucie, but all you have to do is say the word and we won’t go any further.”
“We would never force you into anything you didn’t want to do.” Emery stroked her hair and smiled down at her. When she didn’t respond, they must have taken that as her wish for them to stop.
When they both started to pull away Lucie quickly said, “Wait.” Voice sounding hoarse, Lucie pushed up onto her elbows and stared between the two of them. “I don’t want to stop.” And she didn’t.
Chapter Seven
Neither brother said anything as they stared at her. It was clear this lapse in time hadn’t extinguished their interest for her, if their raging erections were anything to go by.
“Please, don’t go.” Lucie reached up and gripped Quentin’s bulging bicep. She pulled him closer to her and when he was positioned between her thighs again she leaned back and smiled. This might be the worst decision of her life, but she wouldn’t know for sure until she followed her heart.
Emery moved closer as well when she reached her hand out to him. The feel of Quentin kissing her breasts had her body simmering all over again and any doubts left her. When she felt him tug at her nipples she closed her eyes and moaned. Lucie experienced a mixture of pleasure and pain, a collection of agony and ecstasy. It felt oh-so-good.
With her eyes closed, she could do nothing but feel: the touch of their hands on her skin, the feel of their mouths skimming across her body. Every little thing was amplified and heightened her arousal. When lips pressed against hers and a tongue speared into her mouth, she didn’t know if it was Quentin or Emery. In the end it didn’t matter, as the feeling of completion was there with both of them and that was all
that mattered.
A gasp left her when she finally felt Quentin penetrate her. His cock was so thick and hard that the sensitive muscles of her pussy stretched wide to accommodate him. Lucie opened her eyes, realized Emery was hovering right in front of her face, and took matters into her own hands. Spearing her hands in his hair, she pulled him down so their mouths pressed together. Quentin continued to tunnel into her cunt. His hands were on her inner thighs, keeping her legs spread wide as he pushed all that flesh into her with unrelenting determination. She could hear his grunts of pleasure, could feel the way his fingers curled into her sensitive skin. It took all her willpower not to slip down the bed and impale herself on him even more. He was going too slow, and being too gentle with her.
When he was fully embedded in her body, he stilled. Lucie continued to kiss Emery like her life depended on it, and hoped Quentin got the hint that she wanted more by the way she lifted her hips in invitation.
“Fuck, Lucie.” Quentin placed a hand on her hip to stop her movements. “I won’t last if you keep that up.”
A small whimpering noise came from her and seemed to fuel Emery. He kissed her hard and rough, and moved his hands over her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, pulling the tissue until she felt blood rush to the surface. Fingers alternating on each nipple, Emery didn’t stop until a tingling sensation took residence in the sensitive flesh. When he finally broke the kiss, Lucie gasped for air. Her eyes darting from Quentin to Emery, Lucie waited for the next move.
With a hand on each of her hip bones, Quentin started to pound into her welcoming flesh. Her pussy was soaked and the sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the room. Emery ran his tongue over her neck, down her chest, and started sucking at her breasts. The rough scrape of his teeth against her already swollen skin felt incredibly erotic. Deep moans and heavy panting surrounded her and she couldn’t tell who it came from. The heat rose within her until she felt like she was burning alive.
