George cocked a brow. “Don’t think there’s such a thing as too wet, babe.”
“Sometimes, there is,” she said, somewhat cryptically.
“What do you taste like? Do you like how you taste?” Edward asked, his hand sliding down her ankle, along her calf, and toward her knee. She twitched in response to his touch, her eyes flickering to his cock which belied his calm demeanor.
Unlike George, Edward went commando; he was bare as the day he was born.
“I-I taste quite musky,” she stated, her nose wrinkling in a way that told George she didn’t particularly appreciate her flavor.
Edward’s lips curved in a smile as he too picked up on her response. Then, he moved between her legs, grabbed a hold of his cock, pressed it to her cunt, and like that, slid home.
Perry let out a startled gasp. George couldn’t blame her. In less than five seconds, Edward had gone from keen disinterest to fucking his shaft into her! But though he slid in deep, he didn’t thrust. Perry’s feet flattened against the mattress, and she tried to arch her pelvis to encourage him to move…but there was no making Edward do anything.
George knew that, and their woman would soon learn.
“Move, dammit. Please!” she begged.
Edward merely quirked a brow and retreated entirely. George cast a quick glance at his brother’s cock and saw he was drenched in her juices. Knowing what was about to happen, George pinned his gaze to Perry’s face, wanting to see her response to Edward’s: “Lick my cock clean, Perry.”
She grimaced, her nose curling. “Why?”
“Because I want you to.”
She rimmed her lips with her tongue, turning to look at George. If she was waiting for backup, she wouldn’t get it, he thought, amused.
Perry would have to learn a lesson that hadn’t really cropped up before…she couldn’t turn them against each other; if one stated something, she couldn’t try to work around it.
“Well?” Edward intoned, calm as ever.
She huffed but climbed onto her knees. Falling onto her hands, her ass waving in the breeze, she hovered in front of Edward’s shaft. She hesitated, then sticking her tongue out, traced it over Edward’s cock.
A startled noise escaped her then, and surprising both he and Edward, she dove onto his shaft, her mouth sinking as deep as she was able. His mouth watered at her eagerness, as she tasted all Edward had to give, her hands coming up to shape his cock, to touch and caress as she sampled their mingled flavors.
A shiver rushed down his spine at the sight of her, and he couldn’t not take part. He ran his hand over the back of her neck, gently caressing her there, and then releasing her hair from the clip that had been perched, precariously, at the crown of her head.
Her ass wiggled in the air, dancing almost, as she enjoyed her ministrations. George cut Edward a glance and was amused to see his brother’s eyes were at half-mast as he watched Perry eating him up.
With a grunt, he climbed on the bed, uncaring that it shifted and jostled Perry, even though she made a mewl of disapproval in response. He staggered forward on the thick covers, walking on his knees, as he approached her from the back.
Her butt clenched down hard and her hips shunted toward the bed, and he knew she was trying to avoid him. Trying to avoid his teasing. She garbled something about Edward’s cock, and he saw his brother had grabbed ahold of her hair and was using it to keep her busy, not allowing her to complain.
He grinned at the sight, knowing that they’d never tested Perry’s limits to this extent, and loving that she was going with the flow… even though her garbles had turned definitely disgruntled as he maneuvered himself on his back, laying straight between her legs. His hands came up to her hips and he dragged her down so her pussy was directly over his mouth.
He dove on her, loving the slick juices that drenched his jaw. That slipped onto his face, that immersed him in all of her.
This was how sex should be.
Earthy and real. Messy and sweaty and slippery.
God, he hadn’t been alive since before they’d claimed Perry. He hadn’t realized how he’d slowly been dying without this, without having this in his world.
The thought was a catalyst that induced him to be kinder to Perry’s pussy—to be gentle and to entice, rather than to throw her straight into the deep end.
She reacted to the change in stimuli by rocking her hips and riding his tongue. More mumbled noises came in response and he had to laugh, a gesture that had her moaning harder.
“That’s it, show us how much you want us,” Edward commanded, but his tone was thick now. Even his staid and serious brother was responding to what was happening.
About fucking time.
George’s cock had to be like a fucking pike staff—saluting anyone and everyone who could see it! It wouldn’t have been fair for Edward to still be non-responsive… although he had seen it happen once before.
Truth was, Edward lost control by being in control in the bedroom.
It was a mindset he didn’t particularly understand and didn’t bother trying to anymore.
Ed was how he was, and that was it. A dominant SOB who got off on turning his woman crazy with lust in bed.
Perry’s clit rubbed his nose as he plunged his tongue deep into the tunnel of her sex. Her taste clung to him, her scent blossoming in his senses like an explosion of flowers around him.
He couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and grabbing his cock. When he jacked off twice, Edward barked, “George.”
The command was clear; George gritted his teeth but released a hold on his cock.
Jesus, he was so hard. He could feel his pulse in his shaft, knew he was ridiculously close to coming. He was slick with his own pre-cum, and wished like fuck he’d had the chance to experience Perry’s warmth.
Before he could be reprimanded again, he clambered out from between Perry’s legs and shot Edward a pissed-off look—his brother returned it with a simple cocking of his eyebrow as George leaned over and spread Perry’s ass cheeks. She squeaked at the move, then let out a low moan as George bent his head and rimmed the taut pucker.
Her hips bowed forward again, trying to escape, but he didn’t let her. Instead, he flickered and fluttered his tongue over the sensitive rim, loving her responsiveness to his touch. When she’d stopped squeaking, had grown a little acclimated to the caress, he stroked a finger through her pussy lips, up to her clit which he flicked, then slid it into her cunt. When his digit was coated, he returned to her asshole and began to push it deep inside.
Her ass clenched tautly about it, and he watched as, for the first time, she began to struggle beneath Edward’s grip on her hair. He immediately let go and she pulled away with a gasp. Her hands fell to the bed and her head bowed.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her pelvis rocking in a way that told him his finger in her ass was more satisfying than she’d remembered…
“Think she’s hungry enough?”
Edward’s cool question had George snickering. “I doubt it.”
“What more do you want?” she said on a pant.
“For you to beg.”
Silence fell at her words, and George felt his cock throb once again with the cool threat in Edward’s voice. It was a true testament to how stressed Edward was that his emotions were on lock down here.
“Or what?” Perry asked thickly.
“Or George and I will return to the living room and carry on discussing the parliamentary session tomorrow.”
“You wouldn’t,” Perry cried.
Edward cupped his wife’s face, and with the coldest, chilliest smile, whispered, “I would. Beg.”
George frowned at Edward's smile—he didn’t like it. Didn’t like it at all. But Perry responded to it in a way he could never have foreseen… she rocked upward, her arms sliding around Edward’s waist.
“Please don’t leave me,” she begged.
Edward’s hand slipped up to cup the back of her head as he brushed a kiss to h
er temple. “I’ll never leave you,” he promised. “I’m yours.”
Her mouth quivered as she peered up at him, her eyes astonishingly wet as some kind of byplay went on between the two of them—it went over George’s head, but he was aware that it was important.
That a message was being sent and shared.
That he needed to keep his mouth goddamn shut even if he disapproved of how Edward was going about whatever the fuck he was doing.
“You promise?”
“I swear it on my life. I’ll never leave you. You’ll have to leave me. You’re mine,” Edward vowed, his voice deep, his tone sleek as silk. Sincerity floated through the words in a way that rocked George to his soul.
“I won’t leave you,” she sobbed out. “I can’t.”
“You say that now,” Edward chided softly.
Her mouth worked and a confused scowl made her brow pucker. “I love you, Edward.”
“And I love you,” he immediately replied, “But George and I will still depart to the sitting room if you don’t beg for our cocks.”
She swallowed, turned her head to look at George who, despite the intimacy of their conversation, didn’t feel left out. Her mouth trembled again and she whispered, “I love you, George.”
“I love you too,” he told her instantly.
She closed her eyes, nodding as she turned back to Edward. Pressing her forehead against his chest, she said in the quietest tone, “I need you. Both of you. I want you all over me. I want to be between you forever. I need you in my pussy, my ass, my mouth. All of me belongs to you. I want to taste your cum, I want to know its mine and nobody else’s.
“I want your marks on me. I want my marks on you. I want the fucking world to know you’re mine.
“My pussy’s so wet for you. I’m aching.” Her words suddenly choked and she pulled her head back, and looking directly into Edward’s eyes, whispered, “Please. I need your cock, my love. My darling, please. Fill me. Give me all of you. I need you.”
Edward’s eyes flared with triumph, his expression changing in the blink of an eye from blank to engaged. The transformation was instant, and he tilted his head forward to press a kiss to her nose.
“You can have me.”
“Us,” George corrected.
Edward blinked then nodded at the correction. “Where do you want us, sweetheart?”
Perry’s eyes were wet again. “You won’t tease me anymore?”
“We’re going to make you fly,” Edward vowed, his fingers curling about a stray strand of Perry’s hair that had stuck to her sweaty forehead.
She swallowed. “I want George in my ass and you in my pussy.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he whispered, his tongue popping out and supping at her temple. He tasted her, before tracing his lips down the side of her face. George watched, his stomach twisting, as Edward pinched her bottom lip with his teeth and tugged it away. She whimpered. “Every time we’re together, I want you to remember this moment,” he told her. “You’re my everything, Perry. We’re going to be yours.”
“You already are,” she sobbed. “I’d show Xavier if he was still here. Why isn’t he here?” She began to cry, and the tears nearly broke his fucking heart.
He’d never imagined she’d be scared about them leaving. Jesus, they were frightened she’d go; they’d brought so much shit to her life, after all. Yet, she was scared of them leaving?
Though he was surprised, he thought it best to leave it to Edward who seemed to know what Perry was going through. After the shooting, Perry had been vulnerable in ways George had never seen her before… Edward, who knew what it was to be truly defenseless and exposed, could empathize more than George, who had simply been too young to remember their kidnapping as boys.
“Xavier had to go,” Edward crooned, “but he’ll be back. He’ll always be back.”
She trembled. “He will?”
“He will,” Edward vowed. He cupped her face again, then kissed her. He kissed her until George didn’t know how they breathed, until he felt sure there was no oxygen hitting either of their lungs. He robbed her of air, took her breath, captured her soul, and claimed her as his, as theirs.
They surfaced with a deep breath, and George nodded in understanding at Edward’s heavy-lidded gaze. Whatever the fuck had just happened had been necessary.
“Get the lube,” Edward ordered his brother, who started to step away from their woman. She clung to him though, not letting him move.
“No! You’ll leave,” she whispered.
“I told you, I won’t,” he countered, pressing a kiss to her nose again. Edward shot George another look, and understanding where he was going with this, shuffled toward the bedside cabinet. Grabbing the bottle of lube from the top drawer, he coated his cock in the slick liquid, and with his eyelids twitching, jacked off once, twice, but no more. He didn’t dare.
His fucking cum felt like it was boiling in his balls, and by God, did he need to get into that tight, hot ass of hers.
Licking his lips, he returned to her side with the bottle. She was back on hands and knees again, and he slid a hand along her spine. She arched like a pleased pussy cat, and her head bowed when he immediately dove for her ass.
He needed in. Now.
His fingers teased the pucker, the tips slipping into the rosette then slowly spreading as he tried to prepare her for him. When she was moaning harder than she was tensing, he grabbed a tight hold of his cock, pressed the glans to her butt, and slowly entered heaven.
With each inch, sweet Jesus, he felt like he was coming home and being branded alive. She was so fucking hot, so scorching, he felt like she was razing his defenses to the quick.
What was it about her? George asked himself. What made her do this to him?
As he entered her, taking her, claiming her, he realized that the answer was simple: she was made for him. For them.
He bowed his head as the pressure on his cock reached fever pitch.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, and she let out a long, deep moan as he hit home. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so fucking big,” she groaned.
“Is that a complaint?”
Edward snorted. “Are we going to have an argument here or something?”
“We’ll only argue if you don’t come inside me right this minute,” she said on a pant.
He laughed, and George’s head reared back in surprise at the sound. He saw the genuine joy on his brother’s face and felt his stomach finally settle—some deep, hereto unforeseen insecurity unravelling at the deep pleasure Edward found in their bride.
He’d known Perry would bring a light to Edward’s world. Had known it because she had the same effect on him. But he hadn’t realized to what extent Perry would be Edward’s damn lighthouse, illuminating all the pitch black places in his soul.
George covered Perry at her words, not stopping until he was draped over her like a hot and heavy blanket. Then, when she absorbed all his weight, he slipped his hands around her front to grab a hold of her tits. With a quick squeeze, he dragged her up against his chest, not stopping until the two of them were on their knees against the mattress.
“Fuck!” she squealed at the change in penetration.
George understood. His eyes felt like they were about to goddamn cross from the clamp she had around his cock. Before she could say another word, Edward climbed onto the bed, and together, he and George worked to lift Perry’s legs. The move should have been awkward, but practice makes perfect and their misspent youth hadn’t been wasted.
Still, all these years later, it was strange to come full circle. To be back where they’d once started.
With her legs now hooked over George’s forearms, he kept her spread wide. She was a lot lighter than she used to be—he didn’t strain a damn in holding her like this. Sure, he’d been working out more, needing to burn off his anger and aggression against the world in the gym in the palace basement, but not this damn much! She was barely
a waif in his arms, a notion that made him prickle with worry.
He’d known her too long to fail to forget that she’d been a comfort eater all her life. A pint of ice cream after a shitty day at work was her failsafe…that had apparently changed since she’d arrived in his country.
Before he could scowl too much, hands came and cupped Perry’s ass. Edward helped support her as he approached the two of them. She squeaked a little, the cute noise making both of them laugh as she pressed her hands to Ed’s shoulders.
His brother murmured, “Put me inside you, Perry. You begged for it. It’s all yours.”
A breathy gasp escaped her as she complied. George peered over her shoulder, saw the delicious sway of her tits, then bit his lip as she grabbed Ed’s cock and pressed it to her pussy. His fucking eyes twitched as she struggled to get him inside.
“Bear down.”
At his order, George laughed again. “Get used to hearing that instruction, Perry.”
She huffed out a breath. “Great time to remind me I’m going to give birth soon.”
Cheerfully, he told her, “If you can pop out a kid with that treasure tunnel, I’m sure you can fit Edward too.”
“You did not just call it that!” she choked out.
“What would her Highness prefer? Jizz jar? Spasm chasm?”
As though the outrage at having her bits called a “jizz jar” was all the challenge she needed, she let out a triumphant sound and accepted his brother’s cock. As Ed surged inside her, claiming her inch by inch, George had to press his forehead to her shoulder at the exquisite tightness.
“Jesus,” he whispered hoarsely, rubbing his temple against her slick throat.
“God,” she said on a breathy high.
“You feel so fucking good,” Edward grunted, and then he stole her breath once more by claiming her mouth.
As they kissed, George began to sup at her throat. He bit down hard, making her jerk, then laved the area with his tongue, prickling the jolted nerve endings to life again as he gave her the marks she’d asked for.
A whimper escaped her as Edward began to thrust, slow and sure.
George whispered, “Touch your clit, Perry.”
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