by Marla Monroe
“Fuck, T. She’s so damn sweet. She tastes like a fresh ripe peach. I may never move again,” Rage said, rubbing his face against the insides of her thighs. His stubbly cheeks rasped her tender skin, but even that felt sexy, sending sparks straight to her pussy.
“Oh. My. God!” she yelled when he sucked on her clit then released it to plunge his tongue deep into her cunt.
“You damn well will move once you’ve made her come once. Her next climax is mine, brother or no brother,” Terror snarled.
She should have been afraid, but she wasn’t. They weren’t hurting her. They were killing her with pleasure. How would she ever be able to look at another man even if she wanted to? One man would never be enough again. With one owning her pussy and the other playing with her breasts, Mia wasn’t sure where to focus between the two men. They were driving her higher and higher than she’d ever thought possible.
“Please, please. I can’t take any more,” she cried out as Terror pulled and twisted her nipples, whispering dirty suggestions in her ear.
“One day we’ll both take you at the same time. Rage will fill that tight cunt while I stretch your sweet little asshole. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Mia?” He had her pussy gushing at the mere thought of something so decadent.
“What the hell ever you’re doing up there, T. Don’t stop. She’s so wet I can’t keep up. There’s more than enough for you, brother.”
“You like me talking dirty to you,” he said, a smile in his voice. “I bet the idea of two men just does it for you. Two men to make you come two times more often and two times harder.”
“Yes!” she finally screamed out. “Please. I need. Something. Anything!” Mia was beyond caring now. They’d effectively eliminated any strength and resistance she’d had. The truth was that she’d never had a chance against them in the first place.
Rage growled against her clit as he sank two fingers deep into her cunt and brushed that sweet spot she’d never been able to find on her own. Certainly none of her previous lovers, few as there had been, had found it. But Rage seemed to sense it and stroked it relentlessly until her world flew apart and her orgasm sucked her into something she wasn’t sure she’d survive.
“Holy hell! She’s gorgeous like that. Just like that, Rage. Do you see her? She’s flushed all over and bowed up as if electricity flowed through her body.” Terror’s awe-filled voice barely reached her through the roaring that had taken over as she slowly floated back to her body.
“Terror, better get down here and get a taste. Forget another fucking orgasm. I’ve got to have her. I’m hard enough I’m not sure how to get these fucking leather pants off without breaking something.” Rage licked her slit one last time slowly, dragging it out until his brother pulled him away from her.
“I—I don’t think I can take another one like that,” she admitted between pants.
“Yes you can, baby girl. We’re going to give you enough orgasms that you fall asleep and don’t wake up until you’re fully rested,” Rage told her as he pulled her head to his for a kiss.
Mia tasted herself on his lips and realized it wasn’t a bad taste, just different. He licked along the roof of her mouth as Terror closed in on her pussy. He rubbed his face all over her mound before running his nose up her slit.
“Don’t ever fucking shave down here, Mia. Do you understand me? I love this carpet. Soft and curly but not kinky. Hair down here is always wiry and stiff, but not yours.” Terror lapped at the bottom of her slit, slowly making his way up to blow cool air across her already distended and tender clit.
“Please, Terror. I can’t. It’s too much,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let us take good care of you,” he said.
He licked her and sucked on her pussy lips. His fingers pumped slowly in and out of her already heated cunt. The more he stimulated her, the more she wanted, yet she knew she wouldn’t be able to survive their loving. He drove her higher and higher even as Rage nipped and licked her neck and earlobe. His hands petted her breasts, as if knowing she was super sensitive now from all the breast play and the way her body had seized with her earlier two orgasms.
Maybe in her books the woman could handle multiple orgasms, but Mia knew damn well it had to be part of the fantasy they wove in those books. She was exhausted, and so far she’d been the only one to benefit from their expertise.
“T. I need her now. Carry her to that mattress she calls a bed. It’s not what she deserves, but it’s better than this crappy bar,” Rage grumbled.
Terror pulled back from her pussy with obvious reluctance by the way he frowned and continued to lick and bite at her thighs as he did. He caught her staring at him and smiled a very satisfied smile before lifting her off the bar into his arms and carrying her to her bedroom. Here he sank to his knees on her mattress and spread her out before lowering his head and licking her pelvis from hip to hip. Then he spread tiny bites up her abdomen, stopping at her belly button to twirl his tongue there before continuing up to reach her breasts. The feel of his cheek rubbing back and forth against the underside of her breasts had her nipples throbbing all over again.
“Mia, hon. Listen to me. I’m going to take this tight, hot pussy of yours, and you’re going to suck my brother’s cock until he blows. Don’t miss a drop, babe. Not. One. Drop.” Rage rolled her over and slapped her ass. “Lift your ass up. I want to ride you long and hard.”
All she could do was whimper as he spread her ass wide and rubbed his leather-clad pelvis up and down her crack. Then he backed away, and she heard the creak of leather as he slowly started unzipping and pushed down at his pants. When Terror appeared on the mattress directly in front of her with his swollen dick held tightly in his hand, Mia thought she’d already died and gone to heaven. She couldn’t wait to taste Terror’s cock. The sweet, musky scent of his arousal called to her. When she looked up into his strained face, Mia knew power for the first time in her life. She opened wide to swallow it down.
Chapter Nine
Terror thought he’d been in heaven before as he’d licked and sucked on Mia’s sweet juices, but that hadn’t come near to comparing to the feel of her plump, wet lips surrounding his dick. Her heated mouth tightened around the shaft as she slowly sucked him down until he bumped the back of her throat. Before he could pull free, she’d changed her angle, swallowed, and taken him even deeper until he felt the breath leave her nose against his groin.
“What. The. Fuck!” She didn’t have a gag reflex. She was fucking swallowing his dick to the root. Holy hell!
“Son of a bitch, T. She’s got your entire cock down her throat. I might have claimed her pussy too fucking fast,” Rage said with a chuckle.
“She’s fucking perfect,” Terror managed to get out around a groan as she slowly pulled off of him.
“That’s the way to do it, baby girl. You just keep doing what you’re doing to my brother, and I’m going to fill this hot cunt with my cock,” Rage said.
“If you get those pants all the way down over that monster snake you’ve got going on.” Terror couldn’t hide the amusement at his brother’s plight. He would have been in the same boat if he’d worn his leathers today. Someone had been watching over him when he’d decided on jeans instead.
“It’ll be a fucking miracle if I get these damn things off without breaking something important.” Rage sounded more like a snarling tiger than a horny biker.
“God, yes, Mia baby. Just like that. Fucking hell. Do that again,” Terror said as she ran her tongue under the cap on the underside of his dick. When her teeth gently grazed his engorged stalk, he nearly came.
Watching her take his twitching cock all the way made his balls roll up and his ass squeeze until she backed off again and he could catch his breath. One or two more times and he’d lose it. It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t hold off a few more minutes. He wanted to enjoy the way her throat constricted around him, squeezing his shaft tighter than a blood pressure
cuff. He needed to control this, or he’d never last long enough for his fool brother to get those damn pants off and fuck her already.
Grabbing her head, he fisted her wild hair in his hands and held her still. She didn’t fight him, just continued to lightly suck on his straining member.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, baby. I’m going to fill you so full of my dick you won’t be able to breathe, but I won’t let you suffocate. Trust me, Mia. Okay?” he asked.
She pulled off of him to look up into his eyes, and after a few seconds, nodded and opened her mouth again. It was the prettiest sight in his life. She’d trusted him and wasn’t fighting him about it either. He was right. The woman was perfect. Somehow they had to figure out a way to keep her, but he could already hear his brother’s voice in his head telling him it would never work. She’d never last in the hell that was their lives sometimes.
Terror cursed and sank his straining cock deep inside the wet, hot cavern of her mouth to the back of her throat and down until his groin hit her chin and nose. Then he pulled back even as her throat closed around his shaft and squeezed him to the point of pain. Then he was pulling out again, fighting the need to already be back inside of her. Fuck, she felt good—too good.
It was too fucking good. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to blow before he was ready. The little witch was purposefully milking his dick even though he was controlling the thrusts.
“So damn good, Mia. I’m on the fucking edge already,” he said.
“Hold up, T. I don’t want to hurt her with your cock in her throat,” Rage said as he knelt behind her. “Hell, you should see this. She’s dripping down her leg. Looks like our baby girl gets off on giving head.”
“And she’s a–fucking–mazing at it, too. Hurry up, Rage. I want back in her mouth.”
Terror watched as his brother rubbed the head of his rigid shaft up and down her slit, spreading her juices around, before leaning in and slowly entering her pussy. He could feel Mia’s breathing increase as it blew faster against his wet dick. The sight of his brother’s stiff rod disappearing into her body had his cock twitching with need. He could just imagine how her hot, wet cunt felt wrapped around his brother’s dick. More than likely, it was a lot like her amazing mouth felt sucking on his.
“Sweet fucking hell! She’s tight, T. Tight enough I’m not going to last long. So damn wet and hot,” Rage groaned out as he slowly filled her with his thick cock.
“Yes. Please, Rage. Hurry. I need to come,” Mia said with a harsh groan.
“Okay, T. I’m all the way in. I’ll keep it slow and easy until you finish up. It sure as hell isn’t going to be easy. I’m already fighting it.” Rage looked at T with a grimace that might have been from pain, but he knew his brother. There was no pain involved.
“Open wide, hon. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Swallow it all, baby girl. Every. Last. Drop.”
Terror pressed his dick into her mouth, struggling to resist the urge to fuck her mouth harder than he had so far. He didn’t want to hurt her or choke her. His balls were already boiling with his seed, ready to explode as soon as he released some of the hold he had on them. There was no doubt in his mind that once he relaxed some of that steely hold, he’d shoot hard and the pleasure would be unlike anything he’d ever known in the past.
To his surprise, when he increased his speed just a little, Mia reached up with one hand and began massaging his balls. Normally he didn’t let a woman play with his balls too much. They didn’t seem to know how to do it without either hurting him or just wasting their energy. Mia knew what she was doing. She used just enough nail to stimulate the need to shoot, while rolling them around in the sac and tugging on it just right.
“Hell, yeah, babe. Just like that. Don’t stop,” he said.
He adjusted his rhythm to match his brother’s so that he wasn’t forcing his cock down her throat when Rage was shoving his deep in her cunt. Every time she swallowed around his shaft, Terror had to grit his teeth to keep from blowing. Fuck, she was perfect.
Rage has got to admit she’s perfect for us. I’m not letting her go. If he isn’t that into her after this, he’s on his own, because she’s mine. All fucking mine.
“Hurry the fuck up, T. I can’t hold back much longer. She feels too damn good,” Rage snarled at him.
Terror relaxed some of the tight grip he’d had on his control and began fucking her in earnest. He was careful not to go too deep or hard. There was no way he could live with himself if he hurt her, but fuck, it felt good.
He realized that part of what made it so damn good was that she was allowing him to do it. She trusted him, and that was a gift he had no intentions of screwing up. Mia didn’t trust easily. One day he hoped to learn why that was. He couldn’t help but believe it had something to do with the scars on her body. Someone had hurt her badly, and if he ever found out who it had been and if they were still alive, he’d take care of them for her.
Something that his brother did to Mia had her moaning and groaning around his cock, the vibrations acting like lighter fluid to a flame. It was all he could do to keep from coming, but when his sweet Mia growled deep in her throat while squeezing his balls, Terror didn’t stand a chance. Fire raced down his spine to center at the base of his cock. His balls drew up and shot his cum up the shaft of his dick. Mia swallowed all of it as he filled her with his seed.
“Hell, yeah!” he yelled out. Then he groaned as it felt like his balls were turning inside out.
Nothing had ever felt that damn good before. When he slowly pulled from her mouth, she grabbed him at the base and held him still as she licked him clean from root to tip. The passion in her eyes almost undid him. Their sweet Mia truly had enjoyed herself. It was there in the bright shine of her eyes and the equally bright smile on her face.
Terror bent down and kissed her. “Thank you. You are amazing.”
She started to say something, but his brother chose that moment to pick up the pace and force of his thrusts. Her eyes widened when he filled her with his dick. Then she closed them and moaned as he pulled out again.
“Does it feel good, baby girl? Do you like it fast and hard? Tell Rage what you want,” Terror whispered in her ear. “He likes it when you beg for more.”
“Oh, God, Terror. He feels so good,” she panted out.
“Tell him you want more, Mia.”
“Please, Rage. More. I need more,” she pleaded.
“More what, baby? Tell me what you want,” his brother demanded.
“Oh, God. Fuck me harder, Rage.”
“Does it feel good when he bottoms out in your hot cunt? I bet it hurts so good when he hits your cervix just right, doesn’t it, Mia?” Terror said.
He’d laid on his side with his head right next to hers so he could watch her face and whisper dirty ideas to her. They seemed to make her even hotter if that were possible. God knew she was already hot enough to singe both of them. If she burned much hotter, they wouldn’t be able to handle her.
“Yes. Oh, God. I’m going to come. Please don’t stop,” she wailed as Rage hammered into her with enough force to move her down the bed.
“Let me hear you come, Mia. I want to know how good it feels to you, baby,” Rage said with a snarl. “Give it to me, Mia. Squeeze your pussy around my cock and make me come with you.”
Mia screamed and collapsed to the bed as her climax burned through her. His brother’s face tightened into another grimace as her climax tightened around his cock. Then Rage swore and lost his rhythm as he, too, came.
Terror soothed Mia as she fought to catch her breath. When his brother eased out of her and lowered her to the bed, they sandwiched her between them and patted and rubbed her while telling her how good she was, how perfect she was. The only thing that would have made it better as far as Terror was concerned was if they’d been somewhere better and more comfortable for her than the lumpy mattress lying on her floor. She deserved much better than this, and if he had his way, she wouldn’t b
e living like this much longer. He and his brother were going to have a nice long talk later.
“Are you okay, Mia?” Rage asked as he smoothed her hair out of her face.
Terror watched the emotions flick across Rage’s face before he locked them down once again. His brother wasn’t unmoved, but he was fighting it.
“Mm-hmm. Good,” she whispered without opening her eyes.
Rage chuckled. “Just good? I thought it was rather great, myself.”
She laughed and snuggled up to his chest while pushing her ass back against Terror’s groin. He groaned at the thought of burying his cock there. Hell, anywhere with her was perfect.
“I think you put her to sleep, brother. Maybe we should try again and see if we can get a little more enthusiasm out of her,” Terror teased.
“No. Not yet. Give me an hour—or three—to recover. Then I’ll be good to go,” she said in a breathy voice.
Terror roared with laughter. She was perfect. Now all he had to do was convince his brother that they could have her and keep her safe. Hell, with whatever was going on around them, it might be easier to keep her safe if she was with them anyway.
“I think it’s time for us to leave anyway,” Rage said as he started to get up.
Terror wanted to punch him right then. They weren’t going to leave her right after having spent the last hour in her bed. She wasn’t some clubhouse plaything to be used when the urge hit them.
“I need to get some rest. I have to be at work at seven tonight,” she said, smiling around a yawn. “I’ll lock up this time, though.”
Terror glared at his brother, making sure the other man saw him. Rage’s expression didn’t change. He just eased off the edge of the mattress and stood up. Terror pulled Mia back into his arms. Leaving wasn’t what he wanted to do, but it was what he had to do.
“Be very careful, baby girl. Stay away from Hoss and don’t let him walk you anywhere again,” he told her.
“I’ll be careful.” She smiled and rolled over to the edge to get up.
