As I worked his length, sucking and licking, choking and gagging, I itched for more. For him to talk to me. To praise me or tell me how disgusting I looked.
Something.
Anything.
The tensing of his perfect abdomen told me he was close. That wherever he’d gone in his head, he was chasing a fantasy that my mouth merely facilitated.
Take me with you.
But other than his fist tightening as I moved, pulling me deeper, holding me there until my eyes watered, he remained in his own world.
I’d wanted him to just use me for his own satisfaction, but not like this. Not with a wall up between us.
A softness between my knees startled me, and I yanked my mouth off of Jake’s dick long enough to see Drew’s face appear from beneath the bed.
‘What the—’ I didn’t have time to finish my sentence before Jake thrust his hard cock back into my throat, suffocating my words.
I bucked as Drew’s hands hooked around my hips, his face settling under my rear as I knelt pinned between them.
Jake didn’t look at me as he pumped his dick into the back of my throat, lost in the wet heat as he chased his orgasm.
Panic rose as I pressed my hands against Drew’s throat, trying to claw at him until his tongue slid against me.
Fuck.
As much as he was the last person I wanted between my thighs, I melted as soon as he touched me.
Again.
A deep groan rumbled in my throat, vibrating around Jake’s cock, which seemed to inflame his arousal.
‘That’s it, Sarah. Moan like a slut for me.’
Jake’s words didn’t hold the same depraved gravity that rang in Drew’s, but it was enough to oil me into a frenzy.
The wrongness of one brother beneath me, while the other pierced my throat, had me sweating. Moaning. Writhing.
Drew didn’t just lick me. He devoured me. Alternating between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue deep into my wetness, I was a goner.
Jake might not have known what had me squirming on his dick, but from the growing desperation and harshness of his thrusts, he must have enjoyed it.
Moving my hands up to grip onto Jake’s thick thighs, I ground my pussy down on Drew’s face.
If he was going to force himself there, I may as well make the most of it. God-willing, I’d suffocate the asshole as I came.
Inching closer to orgasm, I whimpered. Jake drove his cock deep into my throat and held it there as I fought for air.
Fuck. It made me all the more feral. Being used by one man, and tortured by another wasn’t something I’d ever desired, but I couldn’t see how it wasn’t the perfect situation.
Ragged breaths tore from Jake as he pistoned into my mouth, not caring about the saliva that came shooting out every time he withdrew. His stomach and thighs glistened with spit, great revolting strings of it joining us even when he pulled my face off of his cock before sinking it home one more.
Disgustingly perfect.
Whenever I got close to orgasm, Drew would use his teeth to nip at me, making me fight his touch until he soothed it with his tongue again.
For all times I’d hated his stupid, cocky smirk, damn did it feel like heaven pressed against my pussy. If there was a handbook on eating a woman out, he’d bloody written it.
Tension seized as he finally let me go, his devious tongue forcing me over the edge and into a bone-melting orgasm. Even as I came he didn’t let up, my moans lost as Jake pushed deep into my throat and held me there, pumping hot cum into me as I quaked.
