“Look at me, Vixen.”
I turned my attention away from his brother and back to him. He cupped my jaw, his thumb on my chin as he tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at him as we stood chest to chest.
“You sure about this, gorgeous?”
I tucked my hands into his back pocket, eager to get as close as possible. There were just too many clothes between us.
“I’m positive, Maverick Mills. I’m yours, as long as you want me.”
His hand moved from my chin to my robe, sliding it open and running his hands around my waist. He kissed my neck and I groaned, peeking over his shoulder to see Dalton who had leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. He looked ready to pounce, and I smiled at him.
“Don’t be a hog, Mac. Bring our girl over here.”
I yelped in surprise when Mac suddenly grabbed my ass, picking me up. He carried me over to the bed, dropping me down next to Dalton who leaned over me. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, and I moaned into his mouth. He cupped my breast in his hand, rubbing circles over my nipples as I arched into his touch. I reached up, running my hands across his stomach and down to his belt. I unbuckled his pants and reached down past his boxers. When I wrapped my hand around his cock, it jumped in response. He groaned.
I loved the way I affected them. Just as much as they affected me.
Dalton trailed kisses down my jaw, over my neck, and to my chest where he captured a taut nipple in his mouth. I whimpered as he lavished the peak with his tongue, sucking and licking and raking his teeth over the sensitive flesh. I began to pump my fist around his cock, but he moved out of reach, and I whimpered again. His hand was suddenly between my legs, and he trailed a finger through my slick folds. He released my nipple with a popand turned to Mac with a grin.
“She’s fucking soaked, man.”
My eyes flew open, and I turned my head to find Mac standing just behind me. He had discarded his shirt and pants, and was leaning up against the wall in just his boxers, which were impressively tented. His eyes were almost black as he bent down on the bed next to me.
Wrapping a hand around my throat, he kissed me and bit my lip before leaning up and looking at his brother, who still had his hand on my pussy. “Make her come, Dalton.” He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head with the hand not on my throat. “I wanna hear her scream, brother.”
My eyes flicked between the two men on either side of me, and I swear the fire in my belly could’ve set the bed ablaze.
Dalton removed his hand from between my legs, and I protested, but Mac bent low, whispering in my ear to hush. I was so focused on him and the alternating pressure he was putting on my neck that I didn’t see what Dalton had moved to do.
Suddenly, my whole body about came off the bed and I cried out, “Oh my fucking God, yes!” I looked down at Dalton, who had licked my pussy from top to bottom before biting my clit. He winked at me before disappearing between my thighs.
I thrashed and Mac crooned into my ear, still gripping my wrists with one hand and my throat with the other. “Such a good fucking girl. Do you like how my brother eats your pussy, Vixen? Are you going to let me fuck that soaking wet cunt when he’s done?” I whimpered and tried to free my hands from my Mac’s grip, but he nipped my ear. “No, gorgeous. You’re staying right fucking here. Just take it—come for us, baby.”
Dalton licked and sucked my pussy like it was a mission he had trained for all his life. He slipped his tongue inside of me, and used his thumb to rub my clit.
“Yes, baby, yes. Please, Dalton, baby, I am so fucking close.” I rubbedmy pussy in his face as best I could, and his groan vibrated through my body.
Mac moved closer to me, squeezing tighter on my throat and murmuring words that would make the devil blush in my ear. I screamed when I came, very glad I didn’t have any close neighbors—the pleasure was almost blindingly painful. I tried twisting away from Dalton, but he laid his arms across my waist, pinning me in place and continuing to suck my soul from my body as I came.
I whimpered when he finally moved away, and Mac leaned back, finally letting my wrists and throat go. Dalton kissed me, and our tongues clashed as I savored the taste of myself on his tongue. He pulled away, and said, “That’s my girl.”
I didn’t even have time to respond before Mac grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my belly. A glance over my shoulder showed him pulling his boxers off, his dick jutting out and I eyed it, longing to run my tongue over the thick veins.
Dalton grabbed my chin, gentler than his brother, and turned me back to him. I watched him as he also stripped off his boxers, licking my lips at the sight of him. Just as hard and thick as his brother, looking every bit as delicious.
“Remember that morning at the cabin? When I filled that pretty little mouth with my cum?”
Mac grabbed my hips, pulling my ass into the air as he planted kisses down my spine. He fisted his hand in my hair, pulling my head back. I moaned, “Fuck, Mac. Please, for the love of God, fuck me. Someone fuck me.”
Both of them chuckled, and I sent glares in their direction.
“Hear that, Dalton? Our Vixen is begging.”
Mac spread my legs, rubbing the tip of his cock across my soaking wet opening, and I whimpered, “Please.”
Dalton fisted himself, and precum leaked out of the tip of his cock. I licked my lips, my eyes flitting back and forth between the two men. He pressed the tip of his dick againstmy mouth, but when I opened it to take him, he withdrew, and I swore, which made them both laugh again.
“Assholes.”
