Lucas
His lips slam against hers as he strips her. I sit in the armchair watching, fighting with myself to join them. To show them what I want and how I want it.
But I’m frozen. So fucking frozen.
“Fuck, Tia,” Cole moans as she takes hold of his thick cock. They’re facing me, almost like putting a show on for me, enticing me.
My eyes travel down her body. She’s perfect. Her hips are wider than the women in the porn I use to get off on, her tits are fuller in a natural way, and her nipples are darker and bigger, making me wonder if childbirth gifted her with this perfection or if she’s always been this way.
“Fuck, Lucas. What should I do first?” Cole turns to face me, his eyebrows pinched together as though genuinely confused and unsure.
I swallow, slowly taking in their stunning bodies. They look perfect together. They are perfect together.
“Throw her on the bed and fuck her from behind. I want to see her face when you make her come.”
Tia’s chest rises and falls as she watches me. Her eyes are heavy and hooded, and her chest flushes as she surveys my body.
I sit back in the chair lazily, acting completely unaffected.
My white shirt is open, and my legs are wide to give my cock space. It rubs uncomfortably against my dress pants, but I refuse to acknowledge it or the pre-cum dripping from the tip.
Cole throws Tia roughly on the bed. His muscles flex with the action, and I can’t help but revel in his body.
The urge to control him too and make them pay with sex for the aggression I feel is bordering on an obsession.
I lie awake at night listening to them fucking, then imagine myself orchestrating it all, forcing them to relent and concede to each of my cruel and sadistic desires.
He positions himself behind her as she clambers onto her hands and knees.
“Shove your thick cock inside her hard. Make her beg for mercy,” I snipe the words out.
He rams inside her so hard my cock jumps in excitement. My blood pumps quickly around my body as Cole begins to thrust inside her.
“Fuck, she’s tight, brother.” His lips part on a groan.
Cole’s hips hit her ass over and over, and the force hits me in the balls each and every time. My hips buck in motion with his. What I’d give to be him right now, feeling what he feels. I’d wrap her hair around my fist.
“Pull her fucking hair!”
Cole does as I ask. He takes hold of Tia’s hair roughly, tugging her head back, forcing her to glare straight at me. Fuck, she looks sensational. Her nipples are peaked, and I lick my lips, wishing I could participate.
“Do you want me to come inside her or on top of her?”
My jaw tenses at the thought of him being able to do that, to experience firsthand what it must feel like to have your cock milked dry by her tight pussy.
I watch him bounce off her ass, his face contorted in ecstasy, and I lose myself. Jumping up from the chair, I stride toward the bed. Tia stares at me in shock as I flick open my knife and hold it under her chin. Cole slows his movement down, watching the exchange between us in both concern and desire.
“Keep fucking her,” I snap in annoyance.
Each thrust of his is now calculated so the blade doesn’t nick her skin. Tia stares at me.
“Do it. Make me bleed for you, Lucas.”
My cock jumps, encouraging me to press the blade to her chin, and I watch in rapture as her skin tightens around it. Tia presses her chin down onto the metal, and a trickle of blood leaves the wound.
My eyes dilate and my nostrils flare at the sight, my blood pumps rapidly through my body, and my heart rate increases.
I’m so incredibly turned on, before I can stop myself, I snap at Cole, “Pull out!”
He pulls out of her without question.
“Lay with your head on the pillow, Tia.” I nod back up toward the top of the bed, and she moves quickly.
I use the chance to undress, kicking my pants and boxers aside. Taking the knife in my hand, I climb onto the bed and position myself between her open legs, my eyes scanning over her swollen pussy lips begging for a cock to stuff her.
I take my cock in my hand, desperate to ease some of the tension building to the point of pain.
“Put your cock in her, Lucas. She wants you so fucking bad, brother.”
I suck in air, desperate for it to fill my lungs, to bring me some space to breathe.
Glancing down at Tia once again, my body fills with trepidation. I shake involuntarily, regret edging to the forefront of my mind.
“Lucas.” My eyes latch on to hers instantly. “Kiss me. Please.”
As if magnetized, I hover my body over Tia’s. Resting on my forearms, my lips find hers, and my hand tightens around my knife, clinging desperately to the only comfort I truly feel, the only sense of security I need—especially around her.
She’s my salvation, but she’s also the only person who could destroy me. Destroy him too. Destroy all of us. So, I grip my knife tighter for the protection I so dangerously need.
A gentle kiss causes a thousand goose bumps to break out over my body. She moans into my mouth as my tongue caresses hers.
I can feel her chest heaving, and when she drags her fingers into my hair, I press my body down on hers, molding us together. My gaze flicks over to the knife, and Tia nods, as though she understands. I bring it to her chin and press it into the small wound from earlier, relishing in the blood flowing onto the metal.
“Mmm,” she moans, making my cock jerk against her and pre-cum leak onto her stomach.
I turn to Cole. He’s sitting up on the bed, watching us intently. His rock-hard cock stands tall, still wet from being inside her. “Stroke yourself.”
His gaze meets mine, and he nods.
Turning back to Tia with the knowledge of Cole fucking his hand while watching us makes me want to take the next step more than anything.
I lower my mouth to her chin, stroking my tongue over the wound. A wave of urgent arousal hits me with the taste of her blood on my tongue.
“Put me inside you,” I whisper.
Tia’s eyebrows rise, and her hand fumbles between us as I lift up slightly to give her access.
Her hand wraps around my cock, and I close my eyes at the sensation as she positions me at her wet hole.
“Can you push inside?”
I nod against her and slowly push inside her warm pussy. My cock pulsates, and I will myself not to come, not yet.
She stretches around me, and the feeling is incredible. Never have I felt something so amazing as this. Tia clenches me as I sink farther inside her; my balls draw up, and I will them to descend.
“She feel good, brother?” Cole pants from beside me. I want to tell him to shut the fuck up, otherwise I’ll come already, but feeling him brush against the sheets Tia lies on as he fists his cock excites me all the more.
My hand grips on to the knife, and Tia raises her chin for me, with steely determination in her eyes.
I place the blade beneath her, letting her choose to push down on it. A gush of wetness leaks onto my cock, and my body jolts with awareness of how much she’s enjoying my knife. I pull my cock almost all the way out of her before pushing back inside. Her pussy clenches when I do it again.
My tongue replaces the knife and laps at her blood. She moans and drags her fingers through my hair. Her thighs wrap around my waist, and I find myself embracing it. My free hand finds her hip to hold her there as I fuck her.
“Fuck, brother. So damn hot.”
The piercing on Cole’s cock is coated in pre-cum, and I have a sudden urge to lick it clean for him, but his thumb covers it, snapping me out of the thought as he roughly fucks his hand.
I push back inside her.
“More, Lucas. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck,” I pant, repeating my action.
My balls tingle, and her pussy seems to realize it.
“Gush on his thick cock, Tia,” Cole encourages. “Show him how much you love his cock fucking you. You dirty little slut, fucking two brothers.”
She tightens around me, and she throws her head back and arches on the bed, pushing her tits up toward my mouth.
“Holy shit. I’m coming!” Cole practically shouts.
I sink my teeth into the flesh of her tit as my cock begins to pulsate inside her.
“Fuck.” Slam. “Dirty.” Slam. “Fucking.” Slam. “Slut.” Slam. “Baby.” Slam. “Girl.”
My cock unloads inside her, and I crash on top of her, my head in the crook of her neck. I whisper the words for only her to hear, the ones I’ve been desperate to keep hidden.
“I love you.”
She stills below me, but my drained body doesn’t care.
I’ve made her mine now.
She caresses my head, running her fingers through my hair, and the feeling is hypnotic.
If only she could say those words back. Then, everything would be perfect.
She wouldn’t just be his, she’d be mine too.
She’d be ours.
