I glance at Tia again. Tonight, she came to my match and saw me fight. I was fucking hard the whole fight, knowing her eyes were trained on me. Her cheers were for me.
When I unleashed a killer roundhouse kick to my opponent, and he went down, she flew so quickly from her chair toward the cage that her tits almost fell out of her damn dress.
Lucas quickly came to her rescue, encouraging her to sit back down. As he placed his hand on her knee, my cock twitched at the thought of him parting her legs for me.
I almost ran to the changing room for a quick shower and change so we could get the hell out of there.
“Cole. Are you listening?”
Soft hands touch my face and gently steer my face toward Tia. “I said, can we dance?”
“You did?”
Her eyebrows shoot up, and she laughs to herself. “You were in your own little world there. Care to share?”
Damn fucking right I want to share.
I take a pull of my beer and smirk at Lucas as he narrows his eyes at me. “I’m good with sharing.” I grin.
Tia rolls her eyes. “Come on. Come share me on the dance floor.” She stands tall in her red fuck-me heels and a flimsy red dress she most definitely shouldn’t be wearing in this club. I can tell Lucas is ready to pull that knife of his out and take pricks’ eyes out for daring to look at our girl.
She tugs at both of our hands, and like the saps we are, we follow her toward the dance floor.
I spin her to face me, while Lucas’s hands find her hips. Tia drapes her arms over my neck, and I tug her closer to me. My hands land on her thighs, inching her dress higher.
“Fuck, beauty. You’re stunning.” I grind my hard cock into her for emphasis. “You hard, Lucas?” My brother’s eyes meet mine, and he nods with a smirk, pushing himself into Tia.
“Can you feel my brother’s hard cock pumping into your ass, Tia?”
She sucks in a breath and swallows.
“I bet your panties are wet, baby girl.” Lucas speaks just loud enough for me to hear, then he grinds his hips into her ass.
We move with the music with the vibrations below our feet, and with the darkened atmosphere, it feels like we’re in our own little bubble, like there aren’t crowds of people dancing around us. Tia is sandwiched between the two of us.
“Is she wet, Cole?” Lucas stares at me daringly.
Removing my hand from her thigh, I slowly trail it up the inside of her dress and into the crotch of her panties. Pushing them aside, I’m rewarded with her wet pussy folds.
“Fuck, she’s drenched.” I pant the words out while my cock strains against my jeans.
“Mmm. Finger-fuck her pussy, Cole. Push them into her tight hole.”
I drag my fingers down her pussy and slide two inside her. Instantly, she squeezes around me.
“Oh god.” Tia launches her head back, resting it on Lucas’s shoulder as I finger-fuck her pussy. My movements become more aggressive as she clenches around me and my cock leaks in my jeans.
“Fuck, brother, my cock’s leaking,” I admit. My eyes snap toward Lucas’s. His eyes have darkened with lust. Does he feel this too? This sexual connection between us. How far would he go with sharing her?
His mouth moves toward Tia’s ear, and I can just make out the words he whispers to her, “Play with his cock, Tia.”
Holy fuck, I swear I squirt a bit of cum out.
Her hand grazes me over my jeans, and I close my eyes as she starts stroking me. My balls begin to draw up. Fuck no.
I snap my eyes open with a jolt. “We need to leave. Right fucking now!”
