by Ivy Fox
“I probably know the reason why too,” he continues to susurrate in my ear, making it even harder to keep still.
“Doubtful.” I pant, instead of the scorned tone I was looking for. I feel him smile in my hair as I try my best to look unfazed. Which is incredibly hard to do when you have Drew this up close and personal.
“Don’t be too sure of that, Princess. The twins have big mouths,” he remarks, and my heart stops at his words.
I mean, it doesn’t come as a surprise. The Perry boys have always been a tight unit. Sharing their sexual experiences must be mundane to them. Still, it was special to me. These past two days have been incredible, and learning they confided such a personal event with Drew, feels a bit like a betrayal.
I know how Drew feels about me. His distaste for having me around is more than obvious, especially since he’s staying in the city with his older brothers, which I am certain it’s because of me. I pray that his next words are not what I believe they will be.
Whore.
Slut.
Those are the names that keep ringing in my head if people found out what the twins and I did. Yet, if Drew utters even a one, I fear I will never recover from the damage it will make to my tender heart.
Not Drew.
Please, Lord, not Drew.
“However, I don’t know if they were bullshitting or not,” he says, and for a second I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, the twins have kept our encounter from their older brother.
“About what?” I ask, wanting to know for sure what the twins boasted about, and where Drew stood with it.
“How sweet you taste,” he hums in my ear, his husky tone making havoc of my insides.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? So you didn’t cum with Carter and Chaz watching you? You didn’t pleasure yourself in front of them?” he asks, not holding back any punches. My cheeks light up in flames, not only with the dirty words he just expelled but also with his sultry velvety voice.
“Pity I wasn’t there to see it. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” I almost stumble with his remark.
“What if I got a little taste of my own?”
“Drew,” I warn, not liking how his cruel teasing is igniting a volcanic flame inside me.
“What, Princess? At least let me have a peak. You let the twins see. All I want is my own show.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” I whisper yell at him, and try to move away from the confined space he has put me in. But before I’m able to push him aside, Drew grabs my waist and slumps me on the counter. My breath hitches as I feel his strong, capable hands, run up my bare thighs.
“Drew,” I say again, only the warning I intended comes out more like a shaky wanton sigh.
“What, Princess? I just want a little peak,” he says, biting his lower lip, pouring gasoline to my own hungry flame. Before I can stop him, he lowers to his knees and stops when my crotch is right at eye level. My skirt has risen enough that he can see my panties moisten with his blatant stare. He licks his lips and continues to massage my thighs, bringing my skirt right up to my waist, in one fast swoop.
“Just a small peak, Princess and then I’ll let you go on your way,” he confidently states, giving me a cocky wink of his eye. I swallow hard and instinctively lean my ass towards him so he can have a full view of the thing he most desires.
“Lift your ass up, Freya.” I do as he orders, no longer in control of my senses. In one swift move, he grabs my underwear and slowly lowers it to the tile floor beneath me.
“Open your legs. Wider. Good. Good girl.” His voice is now raspy and hoarse with craving.
“Now let me see what you have here,” he groans out. My heart is pumping in my ears, no longer in command of my body and will. I slowly guide my hand to my bundle of nerves, and with just one touch on my clit, I feel myself pool the marble counter.
“So pretty. So fucking pretty,” he praises, never once looking me in the eyes. He’s frozen still in place, as I rub my clit excruciatingly slowly, trying desperately to prolong this erotic moment.
“Freya, has anyone ever touched you the way you’re touching yourself now?” Drew asks intuitively. I shake my head, a little coy that I’m confessing such an intimate detail to a boy who a few days ago wanted nothing to do with me.
“So, no one has ever kissed this pretty pink pussy either, huh?” He softly asks, his deep-set eyes now finding mine.
I once again shake my head in negation and moan at the idea of Drew’s lips on me.
“That’s a shame, Freya. I think we need to remedy that. Will you let me be your first?”
“Drew,” I plead, not knowing what I’m begging him for. Is it for him to stop this torturous game of his, or is it to end my misery and finally take matters into his own hands? My question is answered the moment I feel his hot tongue sweep me clean with one languid stroke. I arch my back and hit my head on the cupboard, too overwhelmed with the intensity of this gesture.
“Shit, they were right. You are too sweet for your own good,” he mumbles, taking another slow stroke, followed by another, and another until his pace quickens into a ferocious tempo. He devours my pussy as if he’s never eaten a better meal in his life. I begin to moan uncontrollably, my whole body shaking as the sensation overpowers all my movements.
“That’s it, baby. Cum on my face. Ride it, Princess. Ride my tongue hard,” he orders savagely and I follow his order to a T, starting to move up and down, seeking his lips and tongue on me.
His hands never leave my outer thighs. His grip so tight, as if he’s scared I might take flight at any minute. But with his beastly consummation of my core, he might be right. I feel my spirit want to soar from outside my body, but my moans and his sighed name are the only things that reach the ceiling instead.
My lids flutter shut, enjoying the myriad of sensations, while my fingers clutch themselves on his hair, pulling him even closer to the place that is giving me such immense pleasure. What could be mere minutes, feel like glorious hours of me straddling his face. Seeking the increase in the build-up his smooth tongue is offering.
My butt is officially high in the air and Drew anxiously grabs both cheeks, leaving his mark on each one as he plunges into me repeatedly. When I feel his finger strum inside my walls, I take off to a whole other galaxy. Stars of every shape and size blinding me as I shout his name loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
“Fuuuck!” Drew groans into my sensitive folds.
When I sense that my soul has returned to my body, I feel a tender kiss on the center of my forehead. Drew doesn’t say a word as he looks into my eyes, ever so longingly, which makes my insides melt into molten gold. He moves to the side and wets some paper towels, and then returns only to gently clean my oversensitive hidden treasure. I never take my eyes off him. Too stunned for words and still apprehensive about what he’ll do next.
“Need help with dinner?” he finally says with a wicked content smile tattooed on his face.
“I could use an extra pair of hands,” I affirm, blushing at the innuendo he might take from my statement.
“Well, I guess I’m your servant, Princess. Use me at your leisure.”
Chapter 12
Drew
Freya was our own living breathing princess. Our own Snow White, if you will. With her porcelain-white soft skin only contrasted by her dark raven hair. Red full pouty lips that made you hard as fuck imagining all their potential. While Snow White had seven dwarfs at her beck and call, Freya had us five lapping up any attention she would throw our way. We were stone and unbreakable to the world, but one small unkind word from her and we would crumble to the earth. One kind word and we would move mountain tops for her if she so desired.
This was what Freya robbed from us all those years ago when she stopped dropping by. When she didn’t return our calls and simply vanished from our lives. Each one of us dealt with her absence the best way we could. The twins focused on their hobbies, Chaz in
the kitchen, and Carter with his camera. Later on, they strayed their attention to fast bikes and loose girls. Mase and Ty dealt with their grief in the water. Surfing before daybreak became a ritual just so they could cope the rest of the day.
Me?
I was lost without her. Aside from her being the one girl who made my heart skip a beat, she was my best friend. We had bonded in so many ways, shared so many interests that having it ripped away was like a dagger had been driven into my heart. I became numb.
That is until I lost my virginity to a college girl, who used to babysit us when we were ten. She didn’t even know I was a virgin, and when I left, she wouldn’t say I had fucked like one either.
That was the day I lost myself in the brief connection I longed for. Sure she wasn’t Freya, but when I had thrusted into her, Freya’s stunning face was all I saw in my mind. The girl’s cries and pleas were sung in Freya’s voice. When she dug her nails into my back, they were marks done by my Princess. And when she let me mark her massive tits with my seed, I was marking Freya as mine.
After that, I fucked my way through all of Hills High, just so I could feel again. Of course, once the magic of the moment disappeared, I discarded the girls just as easily as Freya had discarded me. The asshole I had become took pleasure in that too. Shame and guilt never came, until the real Freya rode my face like an Amazon princess.
When her orgasm hit and took her over the edge, I came in my jeans like a prepubescent fuck just by the look on her face. By far the most transcendent sexual experience of my life. And with the joy of finally achieving what I had lusted for so long, brought the ill feeling of regret and remorse of my treatment of all the women that had crossed my path. My brothers call me lover boy, but truth be told, ask any girl that I banged, and they would probably call me a conceited moody prick. The title was well deserved.
But now our Princess was back. And when I say back, I don’t mean that her mere presence filled each room in the house, but her spirit seemed to have broken free from the invisible chains that contained her throughout high school.
Yeah, I watched her. Like a lovesick puppy, I spied on her to see what she was up to. Every time I saw her carry a travel’s brochure or a book about distant lands we used to debate on visiting together, my heart would leap to my throat, thinking my Freya still lived on, even if the spark in her eyes had dimmed. I knew she was miserable, yet I didn’t do anything to take her suffering away. I was still too consumed with licking my own wounds, to be considerate of hers.
Why did she do it? What had happened to make her pull back from us, from one day to the next? I had wracked my brain trying to understand her reasoning and never came up with one that made any sense to me. Whatever it was, it seems to have vanished from Freya’s mind. Not only has she infiltrated back into our lives with ease, but she is also giving us more than we could have ever dreamed of.
When Chaz called me to catch me up on the events that were taking place in my family home, I bolted from Mason and Ty’s apartment and drove like a madman here. The whole way through, I thought it was a cruel trick by jokester of the family, into making me come out of hiding. But as soon as I entered our kitchen and saw Freya swaying side to side to the music playing on her phone, I knew something was up.
So, I aggressively got in her face believing she would deny it. When her body hummed under my savage glare, I heard angels sing. This was the Freya I wanted to keep. The Freya who was brave enough to confront me, but still feel safe at my mercy. Could it be she was giving us one last chance? Whatever the thought behind her decision, I was not setting one foot out the door unless she was strapped to my side. I was going to milk this new vibrant Freya for all she was worth, and in return, she’s going to receive what was hers all along.
My heart.
My curious fingers lace within her hair, as she cuddles closer to me, purring in contentment. She fell asleep along with the twins, watching one of her beloved documentaries. This time it was about the aid and relief – or the lack of – to Puerto Rico, after one of the worst hurricanes hit its beautiful shores.
Freya had been like me growing up, always wanting to go off and save the world. Leave the security of our wealthy lives for a humbler and more serving destiny. She had cried so much, I had to hug her tightly until her sobs stopped and she fell into her slumber.
She’s started to stir, and it takes her a minute to open her eyes. The first thing she registers is Chaz’s head nuzzled on her lap, having surrendered himself to sleep. Carter is wrapped around one of her legs, using her knee as his own pillow. Even in their stupor, they want to stay close to her as much as possible. Her head found a home on top of my broad chest, which is holding a drumming heartbeat that must be pounding harder than her own. I continue to play with her hair, pulling one strand at a time, memorizing the silky feel of it. While my other eager hand strokes small circles on her back, which only increases her humming in delight.
“I should go to bed,” she whispers, her tone suggesting she’s not really thrilled with the idea of moving an inch.
“You should do a lot of things, Freya. Going to bed isn’t one of them. At least not alone,” I answer softly. Her cheeks get that rosy hue that gets me hard every time, and I bite my tongue to prevent myself from begging her to take me with her upstairs this minute. But I’m content with this moment right here. This moment is more than I ever thought I would be privileged to have anyway. Why be greedy? Good things come to those who wait, right?
“Tomorrow’s Friday,” Freya says while running her fingers up and down my chest.
“Hum,” I reply, enjoying her attention too much to follow her words.
“Tyler and Mason will be home,” she continues.
“I think so,” I say, picking up on her sudden hesitation.
“Well, maybe they won’t look too kindly on our renewed friendship.”
“Renewed friendship, huh? Do you let all your friends make you cum like I did this morning?” I tease her, and she hides her face, but not fast enough to prevent me from hearing her small giggle.
When I woke up this morning Freya’s sweet nectar had vanished from my tongue, so I did the only thing I could think of and get it back — strolled into her bedroom and gave her the best wake-up call a girl can get.
Through the rest of the day, I warned she would get the same treatment each morning for as long as she slept under our roof. Safe to say, she didn’t seem too bothered by threats. The glow she had been wearing the whole day has vanished though, and I can tell Ty and Mase are the reason why. I reach out and hold her heart-shaped face in my hands, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs.
“You know what I mean. Maybe they’ll think it’s weird us three hanging out.”
I want to ease her anxiousness. I want to tell her my older brothers are already aware of what’s been happening under this roof but admitting that might spook her. The twins and I just got Freya back, and we’re still walking on eggshells, wondering when we’ll say or do something that will send her running off to the hills. If my older brothers are that something, then I have to tread carefully.
“Mason and Tyler miss you,” I reply, hoping the confession tranquilizes her fear.
“It didn’t seem like that, last Friday night at the party.”
“That was just their bruised ego talking. Trust me. They’ve missed you just as much as the twins and I have.”
“You missed me?” she whispers, looking deep into my eyes trying to establish if I’m feeding her bullshit. I’m not. If I tell her the truth of how we all felt when she decided to break away from us, now that would definitely freak her out.
Freya was the reason we all got up in the morning. The first person we thought about and the one who continues to torment our dreams. She might be clueless about it, but none of my brothers hid the despair and sadness well after she left.
Even years later, the pain is still fresh, and it only takes a pinprick for us to bleed out on the floor. Innocent, sweet Freya can shatter us
just by snapping her fingers. This, I do keep to myself. Her inability to see what’s right in front of her is the only shield my brothers and I have to keep us intact.
I crane my neck down and plant a succulent kiss on her lips. Her body melts into it, which only makes my own blood heat up. I tug on her lower lip ever so gently, pulling it to be pillowed between mine. She moans into me softly, and I eat it up with my next breath. Her curious tongue peaks out to touch my own, and it’s all the invitation I need to plunge my way in. Our tongues dance together to the sweetest soundtrack two hearts can make. Feeling that this kiss is taking control of me, I reluctantly pull away and offer my most sincere smile. I’m not naïve enough to think this was her first kiss, but by the way her eyelids flutter in delight, makes me want to relive the experience again and again.
“We all missed you Freya. Don’t worry about Ty and Mase, Princess,” I say and go back to kissing the ruler of my heart.
Chapter 13
Freya
The small creak that my bedroom door makes is enough to wake me up. Fair to say that my mind was too clouded with reliving each moment I have been spending with the twins and Drew, for me to be able to fall soundly asleep. But as I was almost slipping into dreams filled with the three boys, the small noise startles me awake.
“Carter, is that you?” I ask. There is a small click of the door locking into place that tells me I am not alone. Still, the room is too dark for me to see who has entered.
“Chaz? Drew?” I continue when there is no response, but soon realize I’m calling out the wrong brothers’ names.
“Guess again, Princess.” I hear Tyler say. I immediately pull myself up, my back hitting the bed frame and grab the duvet closer to me.
