“No. You dumbass motherfucker, you’re not goddamn listening. When I said dropkick, I meant dropkick. Here, let me show you.”
I get into position on the mat before demonstrating the perfect dropkick. “Now, try a-fucking-gain.”
My eyes latch on to the doors opening, and every head in the room turns in the same direction. Lucas walks in like he owns the place, which I guess he does, but it’s what’s behind him that piques my interest.
Tia.
Every goddamn muscle in my body bunches tight when I see what she’s wearing: yoga pants and a cropped top that exposes her toned stomach and perfect figure.
Her nipples poke through her top, and my jaw locks in rage. What the fuck is she thinking? And what the fuck is Lucas thinking bringing her here like that?
I scowl in his direction to see he’s watching and waiting for a reaction from me. The fucker did this on purpose, brought her here half-dressed so every fucker can have their greedy eyes on my girl.
“Cole?”
I breathe through my nostrils, then I stride toward the ropes and jump over them. I roughly take a hold of her hand, making her eyes widen, but I choose to ignore her shocked expression.
I head to the back gym room and yell, “Every fucker out!” My chest heaves in rage, and the sweat clinging to my skin only adds to my heightened temper.
The guys grumble and groan before doing as I ask and leaving the room. As the door clicks shut, I stare at Lucas. A smug smile spreads over his face as I glare at him.
“This what you wanted?”
I swipe the dripping sweat from my forehead with my palm. “You want me pissed?”
He takes a step forward and casts Tia a quick glance. “You can see her nipples through her top.”
“I’m aware,” I snap back at him; my teeth grind at the thought of others seeing my girl like this.
“You said I looked okay,” she throws in his direction, shock lacing her words.
Lucas smirks.
Yeah, the fucker knows exactly what he’s doing. He orchestrated this to get a rise out of me, no doubt to punish me too.
Well, I’m about to turn shit around on him.
“I think she needs punishing, Lucas. Leaving the apartment dressed like this.” I tweak her nipple through her top, making her wince with a jolt. “Letting everyone look at what’s ours.” I cast my gaze above Tia toward Lucas. “Letting everyone think she’s a whore. When she’s our whore. Ours.” I grab her by her ponytail and crash my lips to hers.
Her hands roam over my sweaty chest, over my abs, and up and down my neck, as though she’s desperate to touch me. I grind my cock into her harder, eliciting a moan from her greedy lips. “Fuck. I bet you’re so wet, beauty.”
“I bet her cunt’s dripping for our cum, Cole.” Lucas steps forward, unbuckling his belt lazily, whereas I’m desperate to rip her top from her tits and shove my cock into her so hard she feels me for a lifetime.
“Strip her and put her on the bench press.” He snaps the belt, and the sound makes my cock jump in anticipation.
Fuck me, his dominance is such a turn-on.
Tia’s chest begins to rise, and heat travels up to her cheeks. She’s so damn cute.
I grab her roughly and spin her around so her back is to us. I grip her yoga pants and tear them down her legs. She kicks her shoes off, and I pull the pants free from her feet.
Lucas moves to position himself in front of her, and I watch in complete awe as he flicks open his blade and trails it down her chest, causing goose bumps to spread over her exposed body.
I watch in elation as Lucas cuts her top down the middle and then the straps, causing her heavy tits to bounce. I take a hold of her hips and grind my cock into her ass, reveling in the friction of my piercing against the material of my shorts.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
Lucas’s eyes meet mine, his hooded with desire. His top two shirt buttons are open, leaving his chest slightly exposed, and I long to reach out and touch him.
I grind into her again. “Oh god, Cole.”
“Dirty little fucking whore.” Lucas’s eyes darken on his words, and his face contorts. “Our toy to use and abuse. Now, lie with your stomach on the bench, baby girl.” He trails a finger down her cheek tenderly, as though he hadn’t just called her a whore.
Lucas moves aside, his tented pants on full display.
Tia lays over the bench, her head almost hanging over the side. Lucas steps up behind her and kicks her feet apart, exposing her asshole, and I almost come in my shorts.
“Get your cock out, Cole.” Lucas glares at me.
Without thinking, I fumble with the waistband, tugging my cock over the top and leaving my balls tucked beneath the waistband. I stroke my hand lazily up and down to take the edge off, the tip of my cock glistening with pre-cum.
“I need a safe word from you, baby girl,” he coos as he trails that knife of his down her spine so gently, it doesn’t break the skin; his eyes are transfixed on the tip of the blade, and his voice has a dark, gritty edge to it.
I wonder how far Lucas would go if his self-restraints let him?
“Red.”
“Now, I’m going to whip your ass raw and then Cole is going to fuck you.”
Before Tia can respond, he lifts the belt and smacks it down hard on her ass, making her jolt at the force. The sound of the belt hitting her skin makes my cock spurt.
“Fuck, that’s good.” I swipe the cum over my piercing and use my thumb to press on it, forcing me to thrust into my tightened fist. “Mmm, fuck.”
A swish in the air jolts me to watch as Lucas slaps the belt against her firm ass another two times.
“Oh god, Lucas.”
“You want me to stop?” He smacks her with it again.
Tia shakes her head.
“Use your fucking words. You want me to stop whipping your ass like the dirty little whore you are?”
“No. I can take it.”
“Yes, you can take it. You can take me whipping your ass raw and Cole shoving his big cock inside your pussy while I pin you down. Can’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes.”
Smack!
“Are you wet?” He puts two fingers together then brutally shoves them inside her pussy. I fuck my hand harder when he withdraws them with Tia’s slick juices coating his fingers. “Dirty little whore likes being punished.”
Lucas grazes his fingers over her ass before stopping at her puckered hole. “Anyone fuck this?” he questions, snapping his head up toward hers.
“No.” Her words come out breathy and needy, and I want nothing more than to fuck her hard.
Lucas’s mouth drops open, and he moves his hand to pump his cock through his pants. He bites his bottom lip as though struggling to restrain himself.
Then, he swallows thickly and tilts his head back toward the ceiling, his eyes closed.
After getting himself together, Lucas stares back at Tia’s ass, grazing a palm over it tenderly. “Good. I decide who fucks your ass and when. Do you understand?”
“Y . . . yes.”
Lucas lifts the belt and gives her ass another two lashes. Her spine arches, and her toes curl.
“Good. Baby girl. So good,” he coos gently as his palms breeze over her reddened ass cheeks.
He turns his gaze to me, his eyes dark with desire and a deadly edge tinged in them. “Cole, fuck her hard. I want her pussy raw and dripping.”
I nod at his words, so turned on I’m unable to talk. He moves to stand in front of Tia while I move to stand in between Tia’s legs.
“Fuck her.” He stares at me from under his lashes as his deep, dominant voice commands my body until I don’t even recognize it belongs to me anymore. I slam inside her so hard, Lucas has to pin her shoulders down so she doesn’t shift off the bench.
“Oh shit, Cole,” Tia pants.
I pull out and repeat the action. Her warm, wet pussy tries to pull me back in. “Fuck, you feel good, beauty.”
Slam.
“So fucking good.” I groan when my piercing hits the wall of her cervix, and the thought makes my balls draw up, leaving me no choice but to pull almost all the way out and my hand to rise, slapping it down hard on her ass as punishment.
“You’re our whore to fuck, beauty. Nobody else’s.” Slam. “Ours.” Slam.
I grab hold of her ponytail, tugging her head back sharply. I don’t miss the wince that falls from her lips.
“Now, be a good baby girl,” I mock, “and tell Daddy you want your mouth stuffed with his fat cock.”
Lucas’s face drains of all anger. Instead, it morphs into sheer amazement, as though a realization has taken place before he effortlessly pulls the mask of dominance back on. The mask hiding the vulnerability, insecurity, and lack of hands-on experience.
“Daddy’s going to stuff that pretty little mouth now, baby girl.”
Tia moans in pleasure at our words, and her pussy leaks so much she drenches my balls. “She likes you saying ‘Daddy,’ brother. She just soaked my balls.”
Lucas grunts, quickly unzipping his pants with shaky hands, and withdraws his cock out. Strings of pre-cum drip from it, making my cock jolt in arousal.
“Fuck, brother. I won’t last much longer.” I slam into her again.
Lucas smirks at me in response. “Open.”
Tia lifts her chin, and I tug her head back for him. He closes his eyes as he eases into her mouth. Fuck me, this is hot. I groan when Tia clenches around me.
Her muffled moans spur me on as I watch my brother fuck his baby girl’s mouth with his fat cock. Each time he pulls out, her saliva is coating his cock. I ram inside her harder, forcing her to jolt against his groin. Lucas takes the opportunity to hold her head there, so I let go of her ponytail and watch in complete awe as I fuck her, with my hands on her reddened ass. I stare down at the markings on her ass and pull her cheeks apart to look at her tight little virgin hole. Jesus, I need that too.
Sweat coats my skin as I try to delay my orgasm, slowing down, then having no choice but to speed up.
Tia tightens around me.
Slam.
“Lucas, fuck, I’m going to . . .”
Slam.
“Pull out before you fully empty, I want it on her ass too.”
I groan, and my head drops back at the sensation of her tight pussy milking me.
My cock swells, and cum spurts from the engorged tip.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Before my orgasm ends, I pull out and watch myself fist my cock over her bouncing ass cheeks. Fuck, that’s hot.
Lucas’s eyes are trained on the action too, making me come even harder.
“Come here and let her lick your cock clean while I feed her pussy my cum.”
Jesus. His words send a bolt of excitement to my balls.
We swap ends, and I stare in amazement as Lucas rubs my cum into her ass. Then, he stares straight into my eyes, causing my heart to skip a beat. “I’m going to push your cum inside her, brother.”
I swallow hard. The thought of him using my cum is enough to make my dick harden. Tia opens her mouth and begins lapping her tongue over my cock.
“The slit, beauty. Do the slit.” I hiss between my teeth when she gently tugs on my piercing. I shove my cock into her mouth. She gags, but I hold her head still and force her to take me. Her tongue swirls in every direction around my length.
Lucas has his knife clutched in his palm. His eyes are fixed on the tip of the blade, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. The crazed look in his eyes tell me he’s battling with himself over something.
Tia moans, the vibration incredible around me.
“Ah, fuck.”
Lucas picks up his pace, but he still stares at the knife, debating with himself.
“Do it.” He snaps his eyes up to mine. “Whatever you’re thinking. Do it,” I encourage, determined to help him break down his walls.
His shoulders ease slightly, as though accepting what he’s about to do. With his cock still shoved inside Tia, he presses down on the skin above her ass, cutting into her. She whimpers around my cock, and I hold her head tighter, giving her no room for movement as I watch in rapture when he engraves his and my name into her flesh.
I stroke over Tia’s hair, occasionally grinding my cock into her but no longer forceful, because at the sight of mine and his name marking her lower back, my cum floods her mouth, and when Lucas smears her blood over her ass, he comes too with a loud groan.
“Fuck. Daddy loves you, baby girl.”
