by Aly White
“Mmmm—I have,” Aubrey replies. “Stop talking, just move.”
With one command, I thrust deeper into her pussy, pushing in and out gently at first. My cock is completely erect inside her, traveling and getting pleasured at the same time.
She wraps her arms around my neck. I am expecting a kiss initiated by her, but instead, she buries her head in my neck and breathes on my skin and takes her tongue out and dampens the skin of my neck.
“Kiss me,” I tell her, but nothing comes out of her mouth.
It makes me wonder what she is thinking. And then I realize instead of letting her still have the capability to think, I should just fuck her until her brain stops to function. That way surrendering is the only options she has.
I increase the speed of my thrust, coming in and out of her hole in a very hurried manner. I can control my orgasm enough to let her orgasm first. She whimpers and moans and groans, her fingernails are digging into my skin.
I can feel the sting in my neck, but I let her leave her marks on my skin. She’ll remember this night once I show it to her.
She’s crying out loud as I plunge deeper into her. She tips her head and lets out a deep groan, “Ahhhh!”
“You like it?” I say in between of my puffs. “Do you like it?”
But she doesn’t answer me with words. Instead, her answers come out as moans. Music to my ears. However, I can’t be satisfied without hearing her say the words I’m looking for.
“Do you like it? Answer me,” I stop the movement of my hips.
She has her head tilted back when I stop thrusting into her. She looks at me gravely, maddened at most. “Tell me you like it,”
“Fuck, I like it. I fucking love it. Now, move,” she snaps.
Instead of allowing her to think that her sudden snap would work on me, I do not move. We look at each other, waiting for someone to yield. But then all of a sudden I feel something wet touch my cock. I take a peek at the space under Aubrey, and I discover Julian situated under her with his tongue sticking out of his mouth.
He is licking my cock and the lower part of Aubrey’s pussy. Aubrey finally feels the new sensation in her pussy, moaning and desperately trying to utter words, “I want more of this.”
I pull her in for a kiss while Julian continues to move his tongue beneath us, my cock that is still inside Aubrey throbs as it enjoys that tightness and the wetness. I begin to move again, taking so much pleasure from the participation of a tongue.
I can feel my cock tense up, and even though I believe that I can still go on for a few more minutes, my body shakes and quivers as I reach my orgasm. I shoot my juices in Aubrey’s pussy, and as I slide my cock out of her hole, the liquid flows down to Julian’s mouth.
Julian
Lucas' cum is on my tongue, and it is sliding down inside my mouth. My tongue is already numb from sticking it out for too long, and so I put my tongue back in and taste the liquid that traveled from Lucas's body to Aubrey’s pussy and now into my mouth. I swallow his seed down greedily.
Above me, Aubrey is still pinned to the wall, Lucas's arms are keeping her afloat. However, as both of them are panting hard, Lucas arms might eventually give in due to the sudden, momentary loss of strength from climaxing. So I leave my space underneath her, and the moment I get up, Lucas is looking at me with a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction.
“You got me there,” he says as he breathes heavily.
I give him a smile and lurch further, and without a moment of hesitation, I kiss him, letting him have a taste of his own cum. He receives my kiss as I hear Aubrey’s pant playing in the background. Everything sounds like a beautiful symphony, Aubrey’s soft panting, Lucas's heavy breathing, the skin clashing, and the most beautiful sound of all, the grunt they make as they reach their orgasm.
I remove my lips from Lucas, and he takes a quick, deep breath for the last time, his chest expands in the result, “Your turn.” He lightly smacks me on the arm.
Aubrey is looking at me, her face shows a desire that is longing for touch. A hand that would travel all over her body explore every crevice and satisfy her demands. I reach for her hand, and she lets me take it. I bring her to the nearest bedroom I can find, Lucas follows us from behind. Once we get inside, she jumps into the bed and spreads her legs open, showing no hint of second thought at all.
She brazenly exposes her pussy, just like what happened back in the car. Only this time Lucas holds a ticket to personally watch this show. I follow her to the bed, and every time I move, I can feel my hardening cock in my boxers. I watch Aubrey rub her pussy, and one by one, I remove my clothes, leaving only my underwear.
I figure Aubrey’s pussy is still a bit sore and so I take her hand away from her pussy and bend her over before positioning my crotch where I could grind my hips against her. The soft fabric of my underwear is restricting me from penetrating her, but the pleasure of rubbing the bulge in my underwear against her bare pussy feels so good that a pre-cum comes out of the slit of my cock, dampening the cloth.
I pin her to the bed as I continue to grind my hips. Lucas takes the spot on the other side of the bed and watches me tease her. “Fuck, give her what she wants,” he whines in her behalf.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” Aubrey repeats her words unceasingly, desperate to let her pussy have a taste of my meat.
I turn to look at Lucas, who, by now, has a raging hard-on once again. “I’m not a beast like you,” he moves closer to Aubrey, “I’m gonna fuck her instead if you don’t want to.” The uneasiness is showing on his face, but more than that, it is the lust that is dominating.
“Tell me who is having second thoughts about this a while ago,” I retort.
“Fuck,” he snaps as if the beast in him has taken over his body once again. He then proceeds to take his cock in his hand and jerks it as he stares at Aubrey’s face.
For a while, I only rub our bodies against each other. Aubrey closes her eyes, shutting it all out and then as if she has drifted in bliss, a soft moan escapes her moan.
“Does it feel good?” I look down at her and ask, my voice is low and tender.
“Yeah, but I want more,” she replies as she begins to grind her hips against mine.
“Sure,” I slowly say. I pull my boxers all the way down to let my cock free, precum is dripping out from its tip. I push my cock into her, and the moment it enters her hole, she spasms, sucking me deeper. She forms her hand into a fist, clenching the sheets as soon as I fill her.
I feel my body quake with delight as I try to move inside her, sliding in and out of her pussy. She gasps and cries, “Harder, Julian. Do me harder.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s fine. Do me the way you like it.”
I jerk my hips harder, sliding out and then filling her at a high rate of speed. She quivers and a series of moans escape her mouth
“Hnnggh, aaahh, mmhh, hnggh,”
The tempo of my thrusts begins to become relentless and wild. She cries every time her pussy gets filled with my throbbing cock. “Mmmm, this feels so good,”
“You like it, huh,” I say in the middle of my pants, “Is this how you always wanted us to fuck you?”
“Yeah, mmm—fuck me hard,” she yells. “M-more,”
I remove my hands from her wrists and move it to her waist, before pressing her down and putting my weight on her. Her neck arches as I plunge deeper into her.
All of a sudden, Lucas jumps in and positions his hips over Aubrey's head and puts his cock in her mouth, blocking all the sound she's making. She moans heavily as two cocks go in and out of her body. Lucas jerks his hips up and down and moans when, I suspect, Aubrey accidentally grazes his cock with her teeth.
Lucas's rear meets my face, and so I bend forward and spread his cheeks open and stick my tongue out, licking him sloppily, until I get to the hole. I twirl my tongue around the entrance, making him feel my presence on his back.
I shove my tongue into his hole, and as I thrust it in and out, he yell
s, “Push it deeper.” I notice his back arch as he feels the pleasure in his bottom.
As I dive deeper into his hole, the tempo of my thrusts starts to decrease. However, to make up for it, I bury my cock deeper into Aubrey, making her feel my member further grow inside.
Aubrey and Lucas's grunts are filling the air, and it is pumping up each of my thrusts. I begin to lunge my hips, my cock is throbbing as I slide in and out, increasing my pace.
Even though Aubrey’s mouth is filled by Lucas's cock, she lets out a huge cry. A tremor occurs in her mouth and in result a grunt follows the sound she has made, as Lucas fills her mouth with his cum.
Aubrey’s body is convulsing in wild tremors as she explodes, panting hard as she stares straight at me. I am still moving in and out of her, and soon when the climax finally hits me, I collapse onto her body and let the cum flow out of my member, inside her.
The three of us are panting heavily, feeling the aftermath of the sex. We don’t leave our position, probably communicating that we can still go on for another round. I can feel my shaft slowly get firmer inside her, she feels the growing cock and whimpers softly. I fill her again and the sudden urge to thrust into her pussy clouds my brain, and so I jerk my hips.
All of a sudden a phone call interrupts the burning passion in the room, from the corner of my eye I see Lucas hurry to where our clothes are piled. He glances at the screen of the phone when he finally finds it.
His eyes widen, and he turns to look at me, tapping my shoulder, “Dude, we have to go. Austin is looking for us.”
Panic shoots throughout my body and takes over. I immediately pull out my limp cock, and Aubrey jolts and releases a moan. Her half-lidded eyes are watching us put on our clothes in haste. Her face holds no expression, just the aftermath of the sex, drained and drowsy.
“We can’t leave her like this,” I tell Lucas after getting dressed.
Lucas moves to the side of the bed and slips his hands under the back of Aubrey’s body, moving her to lie comfortably. He kisses her on the cheeks and then on the lips. “I’m sorry, Aubrey,” he says as he cups her cheeks. “But we have to go.”
Aubrey doesn’t respond, her eyes are cloudy, and her body looks more sensitive and delicate.
Lucas slowly let her fall back to the bed and kisses her one more time. We hurriedly get out of her house, ashamed that we have left in such haste. I turn to Lucas once more, and his painted expression tells me that we are on the same page.
Damn this wedding!
Aubrey
My whole body feels like I am submerged underwater. My movements are slow, sluggish, and heavy as if my limbs are made of lead. It makes me feel like I am confined inside a bubble, and all the sounds are but mere gurgling sounds. Somewhere in my room, I could hear the distinct ring of my phone.
My hangover hit me like a train careening over the rails only to hit me in the head.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying my face into a pillow. I open my eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight coming from my windows, only to find myself naked under the sheets and alone in the room. No surprises there.
I let out another frustrated groan as I pull the covers on, further burying myself in the pillow and blanket fortress I’ve made, as I try to muffle both my splitting headache and the loud, ringing sound coming from my phone.
I sigh in relief as my phone stops ringing and silence fills the room. Not a minute has passed before it starts ringing again.
I let it ring as I try to will my headache to go away. The sudden need to bang my head on the wall, if it means that my headache will go away, at the moment, seems a reasonable thing to do, even though I know it will not do me any good. The white, hot searing pain continues to drill into my head, and the ringing of my phone somehow amplifies it.
“Hello?” I answer groggily, not even trying to hide the hint of annoyance in my voice.
“Hey, it’s Austin, your brother. Remember me?” He laughs, and it somehow made my headache even more unbearable.
“Ha ha ha,” I reply, my voice dry and hoarse. “Why the fuck are you calling me at this hour of the morning?”
“Take a chill pill, sister.”
“I’m going to hang up,” I massage the temple on my forehead, rubbing circular motions hoping that it would alleviate the pain somehow.
“Wait, don’t hang up,” Austin rushes, and then sighs when I didn’t. “Did you get home safe? I never got a text from you after you got back in your house.” His voice is laced with worry, and he is saying so many words that the only thing I receive is another wave of pain.
Massaging my forehead didn’t help at all.
“I didn’t get any message from Julian and Lucas after they drove you home,” he adds after a few seconds of silence.
I shake my head at the mention of their names, only regretting the movement a few seconds later after as it sends another searing pain in my head. I feel like my skull is being repeatedly smashed by a hammer.
“I got home safely,” I reply as I stand up, my other hand immediately flying over to the wall to support myself as I almost lose my balance.
My vision spins. My head throbs.
What the fuck did I drink last night at the wedding?
“How are you feeling?” He asks, his voice seem genuinely full of concern.
“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I groan as I clamber towards the bathroom and grab my bathrobe, and then head towards the kitchen to make myself something, anything to make this hangover go away. “I feel like someone pummelled my head into a slab of concrete before smashing it with a hammer.”
“Uh-huh,” Austin replies, clicking his tongue. “Well, you just downed a bottle of red wine. And then went to the bar and grabbed a few drinks.”
I groan again, placing my phone on the kitchen counter, putting it on loudspeaker.
“If you had only seen yourself last night,” he laughs airily, the concern in his voice earlier long gone. “You’re like, begging for the worst hangover in the human history.”
I grimace at the dryness of my own mouth, my tongue feeling like a desert. Water. I need to drink water. “Whose fault do you think it is?” I snap, my voice a pitch high.
I take a gulp of the water in my glass, trying to calm myself down, and then another. I have never been this thirsty in my entire life.
“Aubrey, move the fuck on. We are not going to fight over this again. I’m already married. Shove that ‘love is not fucking real’ in your ass. Stop it, seriously. It’s fucking irritating.”
“Okay,”
He sighs in relief, and I could picture him raking his hand through his hair. “Diana and I,” I snort at the mention of his snake, I mean his wife, “We are on our way to our honeymoon. You’re more than free to join us.”
I groan again, but this time, it is not because of my headache but of what my brother is trying to do. “Austin, I love you, but no.”
“Come on, it would be fun. It’s going—”
I want to tell him that I had fun last night in so many ways that you do not want to know.
“Austin,” I start, cutting him off before he could even mention the place. “Third wheeling you and your wife is not really my thing.”
He is silent for a while. “You should go out and have fun sometimes, you know?”
I hum, although it is neither agreeing nor disagreeing with him. “Don’t worry about me. I am a strong independent woman. What happened at the wedding last night? Did I miss anything juicy?”
Everything that happened last night is hazy as if my mind placed a sheer veil on it. All I could remember is the ceremony in the mid-afternoon, the speech that I gave during the reception—after perhaps, having a few glasses of wine—asking the waiter for another bottle of wine, and meeting Julian and Lucas. Everything that happened after that is all murky and foggy in my memory.
Everything except the sex with the two of them.
“Aubrey,” Austin’s voice brings me back to reality, abruptly cutting o
ff the memories of my last night’s nocturnal activities. “We have to go. I’ll call you later once we land.”
Austin hangs up before I could even say goodbye and tell him to enjoy his honeymoon.
Who would have thought that after so many years of not seeing Julian and Lucas, I would see them both, at the same time, in Austin’s wedding? I mean, I have been crushing on them for years, and I am aware of their god-like features even when we were like a bunch of kids.
But seeing them now, I couldn’t even describe how fucking good-looking they are. The words ‘real-life Adonis’ is not even enough to explain what they look like and I doubt words will be enough.
I lean on the kitchen counter, clutching my hot cup of tea as my eyes flutter shut and remember vividly everything that happened last night. Julian’s lips on mine, fighting for dominance. I could feel Lucas's hands roaming all over my body. I sigh at the ghost of his touch, sending a spark of shivers down to my spine.
It suddenly dawns on me that I too broke the pact between Austin and me. The promise that I’ve held sacred ever since. The promise that I’ve been bitching about to Austin because he broke it.
I smile as another thought suddenly occurs to me. Is the pact still in effect if one of us already broke it?
My phone rings, and I groan as I suddenly remember that I still have to go to work.
“Dr. Myers speaking,” I answer, taking a sip of tea from my mug.
“Hey, Doc,” Maggie, the receptionist from the shelter replies, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “Are you coming in today?”
“Yes,” I reply, taking another sip of my tea. “I’m going to be late because I feel like someone pounded a hammer on my head.”
Maggie whistles through the phone. “Had too much fun last night at your brother’s wedding?”
“Probably too much fun,” I reply as I walk towards the bathroom and prepare for work. “Give me an hour to prepare.”