TogetherinCyn (4 page)

After setting the vibrator next to J’s note, I stood on
shaky legs and walked to the end of the bed. I could smell them again as I drew
near. Their scents intoxicated me and I wanted my house to smell like them
forever. Never before after an orgasm had I been so ready for round two.

When I approached them, I felt different. Powerful and
desirable. Here were two of the sexiest men who ever walked the earth and the
way their muscles corded…they were restraining themselves from taking me.

My whole life, I’d waited to be claimed so restraint had no
place here. If they weren’t going to leave me with any control, they sure as
hell weren’t going to keep theirs.

I stared at Jared and then leisurely switched my attention
to Chris. I overlapped my wrists at the small of my back, thrusting my breasts
forward. My damp hair danced around the achy tips. Teasing me. Teasing them.

Chris stepped forward but stopped, and I didn’t know why.
Trust was a two-way street and that journey started now. If I had to be the one
to take that first step, so be it. Everything I wanted was standing in front of
me and I was determined to hold on for all I was worth.

“Yes, Master C. I’m here…”

Something primal flashed across his eyes then he closed the
void between us. He towered over me, surrounding me. His tongue invaded my
mouth and I sighed when he ate at my lips. Jared stepped behind me. One of his
large hands trapped my wrists, keeping them in place. The other skated across
the flesh of my lower back to my waist as he crowded closer to me. Close enough
that I could feel the heat pouring off him.

“You’ve got another problem to fix, baby,” he said next to
my ear.

When Chris finally released me, I asked, “What problem is
that, Sir?”

Before Jared answered, Chris perused my body, ran his
knuckles over my stomach and down to my wet pussy before he stepped away.

Jared gripped my hair sharply, yanking me to him. He
captured my mouth and dove inside while holding my wrists behind me. He snarled
above me. He placed my palm over his cock straining beneath his pants. “This is
the mess you made. I’ve had the smell and taste of your pussy in my head for hours.
I’ll be damned if one more night passes and I don’t know the feel of your hot
mouth. I want you on your knees with your tongue on my cock in ten seconds or
less.”

“Make me,” slipped out before I could stop it. Guess I had
completely lost my mind.

A feral smile twisted his features. “My pleasure.”

I was prepared to be forced to my knees and relished the
wicked challenge in his words. I wasn’t prepared for him to pick me up and
throw me over his shoulder before I could let out a startled yelp. Chris stripped
all but the fitted sheet off the bed and, a few strides away, Jared tossed me
on the mattress. Before I could flip over onto my stomach to get away, Chris
grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs straight and held them down flat. Keeping my
breasts and pussy accessible to both of them.

Jared stood next to the bed, tugged my shoulders ’til my
head hung off the edge and jerked at the laces of his leathers. He pushed them
lower on his hips to allow his cock to spring free and his satisfied groan told
me how content he was to no longer be confined. It looked as big around as my
forearm and the crown was swollen purple with a drop of pre-cum on the tip.

His balls were shaved and I strained forward to nuzzle my
nose at the root of his shaft. “Fuck—” punctuated the silence as he growled,
and before I could beg him to take my mouth he opened my jaw and fed me his
dick one heady inch at a time.

“These last few weeks I have lain awake wanting nothing more
than this right here, baby. To feel you slide along my cock with your little
tongue lapping at the head.”

I licked the end of his shaft when the crown was all he left
me to taste. He held my head in place and took my mouth with a desperate
stroke. I kneaded the backs of his thighs and ass and hauled him closer as he
set a fierce pace. My lips widened and my pussy surged with desire at the tight
fit.

Sex had never been like this. It had never felt
like…everything.

Chris squeezed my thighs, reminding me I was sucking off
only one brother and another was watching from the other side of the bed. I
whimpered as he spread my legs. He didn’t throw them open and dive in as I
wanted him to. He was meticulously unhurried about settling between them. “I
wish you could see yourself. So open to being taken. Such simple surrender when
you’re pleasuring us.”

My pussy started to weep and spasm as I pictured Chris
staring at me.

Jared trailed his palm along my exposed breasts and pinched
my nipples. As he tweaked the sensitive points one at a time, clutching the
nape of my neck, I bowed off the bed. He plunged in and out of my mouth,
dragging his erection along my tongue so I could lick the flared head. By the
end, he was balls-deep and the tip tickled the entrance to my throat. It was
hard not to fight against the intrusion but I sucked a groan from him as he
withdrew.

“Take my dick, baby, suck it. I’m going to feed you all my
cum and you’re going to swallow every drop, blondie.”

I had hated that nickname for years but now…

Now when he said it I would remember this and the near
reverence filling his voice.

I could make sounds of affirmation, nothing more, because
letting him go wasn’t an option. My fingernails dug into his muscular legs but
I couldn’t help it. I was desperate to feel him come and it wasn’t going to
take long with how his breathing pumped rapidly in and out.

Then I felt it.

Warm breath on my pussy.

“Holy shit, Cyn,” Chris rumbled.

Jared continued his assault on my mouth. Chris blew across
my slit and I squirmed.

He exposed my clit, licking me right up the middle. I
screamed, vibrating Jared’s cock, and his balls sucked up tight to his groin,
telling me how close he was to orgasm.

“Don’t come,” Chris ordered against my pussy. He licked me
again and plunged his tongue into my entrance. My whimper vibrated along
Jared’s shaft and he grabbed my hair harder. “If you come before we tell you,
J’s not going to come in your mouth.”

“If you come without permission, I’ll stop. Finish it
myself. Is that what you want?”

In a panic, I tried to shake my head but Jared continued his
assault, holding me in place, forcing me to accept all of him. I wanted to
swallow him whole but his groans of pleasure spiked the exquisite need coursing
through me. A sheen of sweat broke out across my skin though the room was cool.
I’d gotten off before but an orgasm of epic proportions floated barely out of
reach. I was stuck beneath two lightning strikes that lit me up from the
inside.

Chris was going to make it easy on me. His weight lifted
free of the bed and I tried to close my legs.

“Don’t even think about it.” He pushed my thighs wide and
stretched out between them, his leather pants gone. His bare leg brushed
against mine when he leaned forward and rasped his tongue across my nipple.
Jared squeezed the other one and a shudder raced over my flesh.

My jaw went slack as Chris’ cock head rubbed against the top
of my pussy.

“Don’t forget. If you come before we tell you to, we’ll both
stop.”

Jesus, Mary and What the Fuck… I’d never make it. Jared
stopped and held himself still inside my mouth. I sucked at him, tried to draw
him in, but Chris pushed into my core. The engorged head was hot against my
pussy. J must have been watching because a spurt of his pre-cum filled my
mouth. I swallowed and he groaned as I worked the head of his shaft. He shifted
but I couldn’t concentrate. Not on the musky scent filling my nose or the way
his flesh slid against my tongue as he withdrew from my mouth.

I struggled to breathe. Chris gripped my hips and tilted
them higher. He pulled my body onto his cock and thrust harder. I was slick and
it was still a tight fit.

“I’m going to stretch this pretty little pussy. I’m going to
bury myself in your body until you can’t take any more. And tomorrow night at
the club, I’m going to take your ass. I’m going to bide my time and get you so
hot you’ll be begging for my cock.” Chris’ voice purred along my nerve endings.

My ass clenched at his words. I wanted to feel the burn, the
white-hot flare of pleasure so consuming it bordered on the most exquisite
pain.

Jared added, “And I’ll be buried in your pussy, baby. Both
our cocks filling you. Stretching you. Giving you more pleasure than you ever
knew existed.”

Their words, their voices filled my head. I clamped down on
Chris and wasn’t going to be able to keep from coming if he tilted my lower
half a fraction of an inch more. If he so much as brushed against my clit, I’d
become a screaming pile of orgasm.

“J’s close, baby. He’s watching his dick go in and out of
your mouth. Do you want to know what will send him over the edge?”

I screamed my desire to know and squeezed him with my legs.

“When he shoves in deep, swallow. He won’t last a minute.”

After a few strokes, I caught J at the back of my throat and
swallowed. His hold on my hair tightened, his balls went taut and he sucked in
a harsh breath. Knowing I’d pleased him made my pussy gush moisture. I fondled
the base of his sac where the tight flesh met the rest of his body.

“Holy fuck.” And without any more warning, J spilled into
me. His hips jerked while I swallowed all he gave me. He was slightly salty
against my taste buds and I wanted more. “I knew your mouth would be perfect,
baby.” He pulled out with a groan, making me shiver.

He dove into my mouth and kissed me with an intensity I’d
only ever read about. Too soon, it ended but then Chris yanked me closer to him
on the bed. For the first time since he started, I could see him. His eyes were
dark. Dangerous. Mesmerizing. Filled with a need so strong my entire being
quaked beneath him. I wanted nothing but to offer him my body to use. His
strokes grew faster. Harder. I could feel him at the entrance to my womb as he
ground his silk-covered steel within me.

I faintly heard Jared walk to the bathroom as Chris stroked
inside.

“Please, Master,” I begged with a shaky voice.

“Please what, Cyn? I want to hear you say the word, baby.”

Sweat glistened off him as he scraped against my clit on
every stroke. I grasped his shoulders but before I could process what happened,
he flipped me over and onto my knees.

The air whooshed from my lungs as he plunged inside me. The
sweet sting of over-sensitized tissue shot heat up my spine.

He tugged my chin to the side and captivated me with his
nearness. “Do you want to come? Do you want to come on my dick?”

“Yes Sir,” I moaned as he worked in deeper.

“What was that?”

“Please Sir,” I pleaded louder. Every stroke multiplied the
tension inside me. He owned my body, commanded my reactions without uttering a
single word. The simple completeness I felt in my soul was more than I could
bear. As Chris thrust into me again, my harsh cry filled the room. “Please let
me come. I’m begging you. Please let me come.” And with that, he leaned back
but kept my head to the side.

The dresser in front of us had a big mirror on the top and
the reflection showed a startled woman immersed so completely in a world of
seduction she’d never be the same.

The reflective surface framed our bodies and it was like
watching a movie. His muscular thighs tensed before each thrust. The tight grip
he had on my waist highlighted the indentions his fingers made on my skin. The
hold he had on my hair bordered on painful but my body bowed beneath his,
straining to get closer, and my face twisted in pleasure. I didn’t know I could
look like that. Sexy. Carnal. High on sex for the first time in my life.

When J returned, his eyes flared with renewed lust.

I glimpsed our reflection in the glass and caught Chris
staring at me.

“Who’s fucking you, baby? Who’s taking you?” he growled,
pumping into me with a ferocity I didn’t understand. No one had ever taken me
before. This was more than sex. This was so all-consuming, my breathing
stuttered in harsh gasps.

“You are, Master C. You are.” I craned my neck closer to him
as he laid his fingers against my clit.

“Come with me. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me as I
fill what’s mine.”

He touched me and the world imploded. The tension in my body
snapped and nothing else mattered but this exquisite wonder. My pussy jerked in
time with the strumming of my clit and my throaty scream of pleasure echoed an
instant later as Chris’ satisfied roar joined mine. My biceps gave out. C
lowered me to the bed and followed me down, never leaving my wet heat. His
forearms landed beside my shoulders as he continued to pump in and out of my
body, prolonging my release. I moaned on each thrust until the world…went…dark…

“Cyn. Cyn, come on, baby,” was the first thing I heard Jared
say. He stroked my cheek, peppering light kisses on my nose. “C, I think we
fucked her unconscious.” He sounded so proud, I smiled. “You’re back,” he said
as I shifted in bed.

“How long was I out?” I asked, trying to lift my heavy lids.

Light filtered out of the bathroom, casting shadows. I had
been out long enough for them to reposition me so my head now rested on a
pillow. I was staring at the ceiling and warmth seeped into my side from a
partially aroused Jared, my comforter over us. I could barely make out Chris
standing at the window, peering outside. He had his leathers on and it reminded
me of how I first saw him standing at the end of my bed. My thighs were clean
and deliciously sore. Having two men to take care of me had its perks.

“Long enough that I thought we were going to have to wake
you up again,” Jared whispered against the curve of my neck, his teething
scraping my skin. I rolled to him as he drew my lower body closer to his.