Brotherhood of Fire (5 page)

A momentary flash that this was not Garrett, this was not her husband, only added to the intensity, the flicker of fear raising the heat even higher. Opening her eyes briefly, she saw her husband leaning against the rail a foot or two behind John, watching. Eyes heavy and rapt with desire, looking more entranced and satisfied than she had ever seen him.
Her eyes rolled closed again as John pushed deeper. His mouth ate at her, licking and sucking, making her dizzy. Moving against her in a full-on assault, he caressed her with every inch of his body. His chest rubbed in a slow, maddening glide against her nipples, his tongue dove deep in her mouth, his hips gently grinded his rock hard erection into her. The shock of his sense of control, the instinctual way he knew how to arouse her was powerful. The realization that a man other than Garrett had control of her body sent a tremor through her.
Suddenly, he pulled her away from the wall, turned her, and she felt something—no, not something, some
one
—warm move in behind her. Garrett. He wrapped himself around her back, nuzzled her neck, pushed her harder against John. The comfort of her husband behind her while John shredded every bit of control she had sent her into a place where she no longer needed to think, to wonder, to analyze what was happening. The two men melded around her like a cocoon, and she knew beyond anything else they would take care of her.
"Didn't I tell you how good it would be?" Garrett whispered.
She shivered, whimpered into John's mouth, and saw their eyes meet over her head. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but the look seemed to go on forever. These two men, eyes locked together in confirmation, in conviction. It flooded her, her mind, her body, every inch of her. The knowledge that Garrett had been so right, nothing had ever been better than being held between the two of them.
Garrett pressed her harder, the heat of his body truly setting her on fire. John held her high and hard against him, and his hands beneath the swell of her rear just at the top of her thighs kept her in perfect position for Garrett to slide into her. She was pinned, two large, muscled bodies sandwiching her between them, two large, fully erect penises sliding against her. Her husband, the love of her life, so warm and safe against her back, and John, new but so sweet, so intense, she was crazy with how much she needed him.
John's kiss grew deeper, harder, his mouth demanding. He devoured her with his lips, pulling out her very soul, it seemed, all while the thick ridge of his cock was grinding her slowly into the stratosphere. Garrett was just as insistent, but his lips were bent on setting her skin on fire, biting and licking her neck while he rode the crease of her ass with his own rock hard erection. John leaned back into the rail of the porch, bringing the notch between her thighs in line with the head of his cock, rubbing hard over the soft mound of flesh covering her clit. Garrett moved his hands around her to cup her breasts, bringing them up, teasing the tips with his thumbs through her thin shirt.
She squeezed her thighs together, so close to going over the edge she could barely keep her body still, the electric buzzing at the base of her spine spreading heat through her body unlike any she had experienced. Breathless, aching, her womb clenching and pulsing in that dark, heated space in the pit of her belly, all she could do was reach for anything to grasp, hold onto, moaning, whimpering.
Her body tensed like live wire, ready to explode. Garrett pressed her harder. John shifted, moving the head of his cock to the spot right at the cleft of her mound and pushed, hard.
"Oh god . . . ." She moaned into John's neck.
She heard Garrett chuckle behind her. "Okay?"
"No, I think I'm going to pass out, I swear." She leaned her head back on his shoulder, seeing John's hot, appreciative gaze travel to Garrett's hands still cupping her breasts.
"God, so perfect," John groaned.
Garrett lifted her arms, brought them back to wrap around his neck, pushing her chest front and center. A slow, growling moan of appreciation rolled over John's lips when Garrett slid his big hands down into the front of her shirt. She heard the thread in the thin cotton at the v-neck of the T-shirt give way as he slipped her breasts out of her bra, pushing all the material down as he bared them to John. He gathered them up again, pressing them together, the dimpled tips flushed and hard as he presented them to him.
John looked slightly possessed as he dove into her, lowering his face, licking at the swell of her breast, moving in an open-mouthed kiss to her nipple, groaning with obvious pleasure. He licked, sucked, and teased until she was arching and whimpering back against Garrett, then he moved to the other one.
God, she didn't care how fast this was coming on, she needed them both with her, naked. Now.
"What . . . how are we . . . god, we're on the porch!" She laughed, a deep throaty purr that didn't sound at all like her.
John didn't look up. "Take it easy. We'll give you everything you need. We can take this step by step, okay?" He nuzzled her breasts as he talked, still licking and teasing. It was so erotic, she couldn't help but just nod and sigh. It seemed like once he'd decided, he'd let go of every ounce of hesitation He was in control now, of himself and of her.
John reached around her, pulling Garrett's hands front and center on her nipples, replacing his mouth. His hands went lower, skimming her belly, down her thigh, back up under the hem of her shorts on her bare skin, which sent a thousand volts of electricity through her. She sucked in a sharp breath and moaned softly. His eyes glowed with male pride and need.
"I want to feel how hot and wet I know you are," he whispered.
Garrett twisted lazy circles on her nipples as John slowly found his way between her thighs, pressing them apart, sliding his hand into the heated space between them. His fingers worked into her panties, slipped over the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs, barely brushing the folds of her sex. The gasp and low moan he let go when his fingers discovered her heat, how wet she was, pushed her closer to the edge. She moaned, twisted against him, held fast in Garrett's arms. John swirled his fingers into her, then pulled them out, making her give a small whine of protest until she followed his intent. Bringing them out of her panties, he held them up next to her cheek for Garrett, who greedily sucked them into his mouth, licking her juices and moaning as he did. She smelled the scent of her own arousal on them. The look on John's face and Garrett's throaty whisper next to her ear as he suckled her taste from John's fingers was the most hedonistic thing she had ever seen.
"So good." Garrett moaned. "You always taste so sweet."
She almost came right then and there. The heat grew more intense when John repeated the move, but this time slid his fingers between his own lips. She saw the wet cream coating his fingers before he sucked them into his mouth, and his eyes rolled close, a groan of pure lust coming from his throat as he tasted her.
"God, so fucking sweet. When it's time, I'm going to lick you until you scream, while Garrett watches me devour you. I could almost come just thinking about it."
His words were such a shock, her clit throbbed as if his mouth was already there. Sweet, thoughtful John, talking about licking her, what he would do to her, words she usually heard from Garrett. Roughly, he unbuttoned her shorts and shoved them down her thighs, baring her between them. She opened her eyes, the idea they were still on the porch barely registering as she took in the deep need and raw desire on his face, his mouth in a tight line, his eyes burning at her. It only took him sliding his fingers back into her, one slick rub of his thumb against her clit, and she crashed, coming over his hand, arching and shuddering between the two of them.
"That's it; come on my hand, take what you need, sweetheart. Yes! Fuck my hand." John groaned as she writhed and twisted against him.
Garrett rocked her forward, his big hands gripping her hips, his cock nestled in her ass as she came hard between them.
"Let him have it, come for him," Garrett groaned into her ear.
When the spasms subsided, John gave her a satisfied smile. "That was amazing, you're so responsive. So hot, I love your tight little pussy clenching on my fingers. It's going to feel so damn good when I slide in there." He moved in close to her again, nuzzling her neck on the opposite side of Garrett. He pressed his erection back into her, so hard and thick now, she felt it sliding past the saddle of her hips and up into her belly.
She didn't want to wait to feel him, take baby steps. If she'd wanted him before, she really wanted him now, so badly she could hardly stand still. She should be sated after such a hard orgasm, but she was empty, aching, the pulse throbbing deep inside her screaming out to be filled. She needed to feel him. This new side of him, the erotic way he moved against her, knowing exactly how to touch her, the sex-drenched words coming from him thrilled her in a way she hadn't expected. Sweet, sincere John was as dirty and demanding as Garrett.
She reached in and slid her hand down the waist of his jeans, grasping him. His entire body jerked with her touch. Garrett gave a small moan in her other ear, and he pressed his own generous cock deeper into the crease of her ass.
"That's it, stroke him, make him come for you too."
Garrett's encouragement was all it took for her to yank John's belt open, get his button and zipper undone, and free his cock into her hand. He was glorious, hot, silky smooth, and hard. So hard. She groaned with him when she began slowly stroking her hand down him and his hips bucked forward. She heard another zipper and felt Garrett press his bared flesh back between the crease of her ass again. She wiggled back, snuggling her cheeks against him, loving the heated insistent feel as his velvety skin slid slowly over the rock hard muscle of his cock.
"Make us come for you, baby. Claim us both." Garrett whispered breathlessly into her ear. He began thrusting, sliding against her.
They fell into an easy but strenuous rhythm, her hand stroking John, using her other fingers to swirl the steady flow of pre-cum over the head of his dick as he moaned into her, kissing her hard, biting at her lips and sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Garrett continued the grinding slide of his cock over the cleft of her ass, now slick with the pre-cum flowing from him.
In total ecstasy, feeling like she could come again just from them moving in rhythm against her, she lost herself in the sensations. She felt John's cock tighten in her hand, felt his balls draw up at the base, and knew he was going to come soon.
"Faster, Garrett . . . almost there." She moaned.
He pumped harder. "Me too, me too."
She lifted her shirt and pulled John forward as she stroked. He let go of her mouth and looked down as she aimed him toward her bare belly. Leaning his forehead into hers, he moaned a deep, rumbling sound, gasping for air. They watched her hand stroking him. Watched together as hot, pulsing spurts of cum drenched her stomach. More of the pearly liquid slipped down over her hand as she slowed her strokes, milking the last few drops from him. Garrett came at the same time, and she felt the spray of cum dripping over the crease of her ass as hot and steady as John's was in the front. She closed her eyes, surrounded by the deep, muffled groans and heat of her two men.
She felt completely claimed and marked by them both. Trembling, her legs grew weak and a bit wobbly. Reaching to steady herself, she grasped mostly air, her vision blurred and faded as the adrenaline rushed out of her.
"Whoa there, lean into me." Garrett caught her by the shoulders.
John's steady hands wrapped around her waist. Leaning her head back on Garrett's shoulder, she watched them.
Another deep surge of need hit her as she saw them connect through her, grinning at each other with her between them, the three of them locked in the moment.
"You okay? Tired?" John asked. The words pushed the emotion deeper, no hesitation or strangeness, only the comfort of him taking care of her right beside her husband.
"No. I'm, uh, a little messy though." She looked down at her belly and John's gaze followed, a possessive look coming over his face. Garrett snickered a little, and took off his T-shirt. He made quick work of wiping off her backside, then folded the shirt over and handed it off to John. The action was so sweet, so sensual. The two men sharing her in every way, taking care of her, together. She turned to look at Garrett, and his eyes caught hers in a long, intense stare.
"Inside. Now." He jerked his head toward John as he reached down and pulled up her shorts, lifted her easily, and turned to head inside. No sooner had they pushed through the back door, than Garrett set her on the arm of the couch. He lifted her shirt over her head, the haphazard and still unhooked bra tossed with it somewhere toward the chair in the corner.
"Garrett!"
The sharpness of her voice jerked his head up from lowering his mouth to her breast, eyes snapping to hers in a look of concern.
"The couch isn't where I want this to be."
He nodded as she pulled away, glancing at John who stood a few feet from Garrett, his eyes heavy and hooded, chest rising sharply with every breath. Selfconsciously, she wrapped her arms over her breasts as she turned to head up the stairs.
Her breath left her the minute she walked into their room and she saw the bed looming in front of her like a blinking neon sign.
You're going to have both of them, here. Now.
Hesitating, she knew her shorts needed to be gone at some point, but spreading herself naked for the two of them seemed like too much.
The bedroom door pushed open and Garrett strode in. He moved in on her. Relief flooded her that Garrett knew when to take over, to push things forward past the awkwardness, past the thinking, to take the decision out of her hands.
"You okay?" he asked gruffly, sliding her shorts down.
John walked in behind him and stopped inside the door, just watching.
"I'm okay. A little nervous," she said quietly in his ear when he leaned into her, running his hands down her sides, pulling her hips in close, kissing her softly on the neck.
"I've got you, don't worry. Right here with you."
Looking back at John, he nodded at him. "Might want to ditch some of those clothes."
She looked over Garrett's shoulder to where John stood, almost the exact pose he'd had when he knocked on the front door, hands stuffed in his pockets, leaning casually on the doorframe. This man, the one standing in front of her, this man took her breath away, made her belly tight, made her feel like clenching her thighs together and squirming. More than that, he made her need. Not just the want of satisfaction, the comfort of touch. No, she needed to see him like this, the look in his eyes reflecting her roiling emotions. The heat from his stare made her skin flush.