Cole
I hadn’t realized we’d fallen asleep until I felt the bed dip and a shuffle of sheets. My eyes flick open, and I stare directly into Lucas’s. Relief coats his features, and he stares at me as he drops a gentle kiss to Tia’s cheek resting on my chest.
My heart hammers at his proximity, and I scan his naked chest, wondering if he’s completely naked and as hard as me right now. He smirks as though reading my mind, causing my Adam’s apple to bob in my suddenly dry throat.
He dips his head down, and before I realize what’s happening, he disappears beneath the sheets. I can feel his body move around me, and my cock throbs with thoughts he’s not ready for, possibly ever.
Tia jolts, her nails dig into my chest, and her eyes dart open before she lets out a soft moan that can only be caused by the lapping noises now coming from below us both. I lay stoically still, unsure of what to do.
I stare down at Tia when her delicate lips drop open, and, feeling the need to do something, I thrust my thumb into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, sucking harder as her body begins to writhe on top of mine.
My solid cock weeps, and my muscles bunch with need. Tia must sense my unraveling because her soft hand wraps around my cock, and she begins to pump me as she grinds against Lucas’s mouth.
“Does he feel good, beauty? Is he licking your pussy good?”
“Y . . . yes.” She pants the words out as she works my cock faster, both of us unraveling.
“Fuck, brother. You must be eating her pussy so damn good. She’s strangling my cock.” I thrust into her hand, helping her fuck me. Her thumb swipes over my piercing, and I can’t help the groan that leaves my mouth when she plays with it. Her mouth vibrates over my thumb, and I quickly swap it out for my tongue. She mingles hers with mine and sucks on the piercing.
Tia moves her hips and hand faster, groaning comes from Lucas, and before I know what’s happening, Tia stills on a low moan that forces me to thrust into her palm harder. I take hold of her hand and tighten it in my fist, creating a vise so I can release over us both. My head drops against the pillow, but Tia crashes her mouth against mine once again as my cock pulses under our joined fists.
Lucas pulls himself from beneath the covers, tugging the sheet off us both in the process. I’m unsure whether he meant to, but when his eyes lock on to my cum-coated abs and they alight with desire, I’m pretty damn sure he loves the fact I got off as much as Tia did.
His tussled dark hair covers his eyes, and his mouth is coated in our girl’s juices, making me want to reach out and lick it from his face. My hand twitches to pull him toward me.
“Tia.” His deep, commanding voice draws our eyes to his. “Lick Cole clean, baby girl.”
Without hesitation, Tia rolls onto her stomach with her ass facing Lucas, who is now essentially between my legs too. She lowers her face and swipes her tongue over my balls, up my cock, and over my abs, cleaning up my cum.
“Good girl, beauty.” I stroke over her hair while my eyes stay locked on Lucas and his dripping cock; it’s thick and angry looking, and with Lucas’s lust-filled eyes, I can tell he’s desperate to release. He moves behind Tia, and I tilt my head up to watch him enter her from behind.
I feel every jolt deep inside my balls as Tia’s moans make my cock harder.
“Fuck, baby girl.” He slaps her ass, and she whimpers—no doubt from being tender. I grip her hair tighter with excitement. “Daddy’s little girl cleaning up my brother’s mess.” He raises his hand and smacks it down hard on her ass, making her flinch.
My hold on her head tightens when she positions my cock in her throat. My eyes glaze over. “Fuck, brother. She’s swallowing my cock down like such a good girl.”
Lucas works his hips faster, and the movement of his legs against mine makes me ram my cock into Tia harder. My eyes lock with his, his jaw tight and his face contorted in desperation.
“Fuck, brother. Give it to me,” I speak directly to him. The look of pleasure on his face makes my balls draw up, my hand still in her hair.
He rams into her one final time before his movements stutter and his mouth drops open.
“Fuck, Cole.” His words are a lifeline; they’re spoken to me. Directly to me. He wants me. He wants us, and they’re both a blessing and a curse because I’m not sure Lucas is ever going to truly accept his feelings toward me.
Toward us.
