Lisset: The Men of Treasure Cove

by Rebecca Joyce

  She stroked it gently as she kept easing his briefs as low as she could. She slid her hand in and under his scrotum, cupping it in her palm for a second before she brought it out, pushing the tight fabric of his briefs down underneath it.

  She looked up at him and when he didn’t stop her, she stroked his cock and gently kneaded his balls in her palm.

  “Go on,” he said excitedly. “Suck me baby.”

  “Yes, suck him,” Damien added in a rush.

  She couldn’t believe the thrill that ran through her at his words, but it ran through like a violent shiver. Her mouth opened as she did, wanting nothing more than to do what they both wanted.

  “Oh fuck,” Devlin breathed as her tongue poked out slightly and then extend, moving forward to meet him and slid the head right into her mouth, cradling it with her tongue, keeping her lips soft.

  “Holy...fuck,” Devlin swore as she eased her mouth down over the whole flared head and several inches of his thick shaft before she closed her lips and with her tongue moving like a wave against the underside, drew her head back until she was at the tip again. She rolled her tongue in a circle over the tip of his cock, closed her lips to suck, and brought herself forward again, letting him slide into her mouth slowly and as far as she could. He groaned as she brought her mouth back up, licking and stroking with her tongue as she did. Lisset took him deep a few more times concentrating on taking it as slowly as she could, wanting to make it last.

  She held him between her lips and reached up with both hands to grab the fabric at his hips and tugged. He automatically lifted his hips so she could lower his jeans, and when he did his cock slid further into her mouth, making him swear loudly.

  Once Lisset had his jeans to his ankles she sat up a little and stroked him, twisting her hand around the shaft of his cock while sucking the head. She smiled, knowing how completely she had him.

  “Do you want to fuck my mouth?” She asked, extending her tongue and letting her lower jaw drop slowly, bringing her mouth to his cock as if her question needed visual support, as if he hadn’t already had the idea himself. She swirled her tongue over the head, licking up the fluid that leaked from the tip.

  “Oh, my fucking God,” Devlin moaned as she cradled his cock in the trough of her tongue. She took that as a ‘yes’ and adjusted her posture so she could begin a steady bobbing over him, enveloping his cock with her mouth, relaxing her jaw and focusing on the motion, feeling the thick head going deeper with each downward motion, until it hit the back of her throat.

  Devlin groaned and Lisset closed her eyes, imagining Damien watching as she slid her mouth up and down Devlin’s shaft. He shifted his feet, removing them from the tangle of fabric around his ankles and as his thighs parted, and she moved closer, settling against him, the prickly heat of his thighs beneath her arms, relaxing as she found her rhythm, sucking and stroking, a low moan coming from her throat as the thrill of what was happening built.

  Devlin groaned, then Damien groaned, and Lisset felt her head spin with excitement. She bobbed slowly, just taking the head of the cock in her mouth, sucking and licking as she did. His cock felt hard, as if he was going to explode soon.

  She took him deep into her mouth, deeper than before, and held him there for a second before drawing back and doing it again. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to taste him on her lips, her tongue and down her throat as she swallowed his juices. She decided that as she sucked him and felt his body tense every time his cock head hit the back of her throat. Each time he groaned, swearing loudly, exciting her in turn so that each downward thrust of her head was a little more enthusiastic, a little quicker, and more forceful.

  Lisset felt his thighs tense beneath her arms. It thrilled her to her center, she felt it deep inside her, in the tissue of her breasts and the swollen flesh of her labia. She stroked and sucked, wanting his cum, then held still as he pumped his hips, fucking her mouth with his cock.

  He groaned loud, panting, as she clutched at his hips, pulling him toward her, bracing herself, waiting for the sudden flood of heat on her tongue. She heard Damien on the other side of the room, encouraging his brother in an excited voice.

  “Fuck her mouth, Devlin. Fill it up.”

  Lisset squirmed with pleasure rippled through her and then a second later had to swallow as Devlin came. His cock jumping as his semen coated her tongue, so much in one spurt it threatened to leak from the corners of her mouth. She swallowed, drawing her mouth off, catching the next jet of cum on her tongue.

  “Fuck!” he swore, staring as his cock jumped again and again, emptying into her open mouth. Lisset drew back and swallowed. He made an indescribable noise between pain and delight, as she swallowed every drop, he gave her.

  Damien was on her in a second, lifting her from the floor, his hands coming around to cup her breasts, his mouth against the back of her neck. She felt the heat and hardness of his cock as he thrust, his cock pressing against her ass.

  “Oh baby, that was hot,” he said, moving one hand between them to lift her skirt and move his cock lower, seeking the wet treasure between her legs. “I’ve got to fuck you right now, I can’t wait.”

  Lisset could feel the rough fabric of his jeans against her thighs as he positioned himself. He found his target in a second and thrust it home, filling her roughly, making her cry out. She fell forward, catching herself before she fell onto Devlin, and braced herself with her hands against the back of Devlin’s chair while Damien fucked her hard.

  Devlin stared up at her, her breasts bouncing in front of his face, his hand on his now limp cock, and for a few seconds he watched in awe as his brother fucked her, grunting and swearing, his hips slapping against her thighs, pushing a breath from her lungs with each forward thrust.

  Damien stopped suddenly, draping himself over her body, wrapping his arms around her waist. Devlin watched as she quivered against him. His brother knew she was on the edge of coming but wanted to stop. His breath was fast and no doubly he could feel his heart beating against her back.

  “Oh baby,” he whispered. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  He straightened after a moment, pulling her with him. He lifted the front of her skirt and with his cock still inside her, brought his hand down to part her pussy lips with his fingers, exposing her.

  Lisset whimpered with pleasure as Damien’s fingers circled her clit. Devlin’s eyes widened, his hand moving over his cock as he stared. She brought her hands up to stroke her breasts and closed her eyes for a few seconds while Damien circled and stroked her, drawing sighs from deep in her chest, each one making her more aware of the presence of the cock inside her.

  “I loved watching you suck my brother’s cock,” Damien growled. “And you let him come in your mouth.” He pushed himself against her and she gasped with pleasure as his cock pressed inside her, touching somewhere deep, as new sensations spread through her. “He came in your mouth, Lisset. Fuck, that was...so goddamned sexy.”

  She opened her eyes and all Devlin could do was stare at her rapt expression.

  “I want you to make me come too,” Damien said, his finger moving more rapidly over her clit. “I want to see you come on my cock.”

  Lisset groaned, squirming in Damien’s grasp.

  “Holy shit,” Devlin breathed. His hand was moving over his cock, which was starting to get hard again.

  “I want to fuck your pussy until you come all over me.”

  She groaned, clutching her breasts.

  Damien’s voice was savage, excited, as he rocked his hips slightly, sending subtle ripples of pleasure through her pussy as he did. “Mmm, baby. I want to see you get fucked. You want that don’t you? You want us both to fuck you, don’t you? You want our cum filling every hole you have.”

  Lisset squealed and Devlin gasped, clearly excited by this exchange. Damien stepped back suddenly, his cock slipping from her pussy so roughly Lisset squealed again. He grasped her arm and pulled her towards the bed.
Devlin had never seen his brother like this before, so excited, and so completely driven by lust.

  When Damien looked at him, they stared at each other for a second and something wordless passed between them. Damien took a step away from her and Devlin stood, both them looking at her, their cocks in their hands.

  Devlin approached her, his face confident, all the disbelief gone from his expression, as he stroked his cock.

  “She’s already wet,” Damien said to his brother. “Let’s fill her up and fuck her.”

  Devlin reached for her, lifting her gently, turning her so her head was centered on the bed, her hips at the very edge. He knelt in front of her and brought his cock to her open sex.

  “Oh God,” She said excitedly as he pressed the thick head into the opening of her vagina. It was as much the thrill of what was happening as the pleasure he felt as he slowly eased his way inside her.

  He was bigger than Damien, he knew that, but that didn’t stop her from clutching the blankets on the bed, her fist tightened as she groaned as he worked his way deeper, filling her completely, bending her knees back so her feet were in the air.

  Devlin let out a long cry of pleasure from deep in his throat. “God,” he groaned, his head rolling on his neck as he pushed his hips against her, burying himself as deep as he could.

  Damien moved onto the bed beside her. He’d undressed completely now and was stroking his cock as he watched his brother draw himself out and push it deep again. He brought his hand down and spread her pussy lips open with his fingers, making all three of them groan.

  “Look at that,” Damien said. His voice was thick with arousal. “Fuck. You have the most gorgeous cunt, baby. Look at your hard-little clit.” He ran his finger over it, her hips bucked involuntarily, causing Devlin’s cock to hit deeper, making him cry out.

  Damien looked at her with an expression that was like a caress, so soft compared to his lusty expression of a moment before. He shivered as he bent to kiss her, swiping his tongue across her lower lip. “I love you, Lisset. You’re so fucking sexy.” Devlin felt as if her were intruding on a private moment between his brother and Lisset, as Damien sucked her lip and made circles over her clit while Devlin started to move, drawing his hips forward and back, filling her slowly and completely.

  Damien kissed her until she was breathing fast. His finger circled faster as Devlin was moving more quickly, filling her more suddenly, his face red, and his expression wild.

  “Oh God, I’m gonna come again,” Devlin groaned in disbelief.

  “Oh baby, he’s fucking you,” Damien said in awe. “Filling you up. Oh God. You’re gonna come too, aren’t you?”

  Devlin was on the verge of coming, clearly more turned on than he’d ever been. He looked at her pussy, moaning as he adjusted his hold on her legs, and started to move more quickly. With a determined look on his face and sweat gathering at his hairline he fucked her.

  “Come on, baby,” Damien said, watching her face. “You’re close...come on Devlin’s cock.”

  Devlin swore, looking up at his brother, dragging his eyes reluctantly from the sight of his cock plunging into the beautiful creature beneath him.

  “Jesus,” he said in a breathy pant. “She’s so fucking hot.”

  “Fuck her brother. Fuck her hard.”

  Lisset writhed, her pleasure building to a painful intensity.

  “Come on his cock, baby,” Damien said roughly.

  When her orgasm hit Devlin was clutching her thighs desperately, as she stared up into Damien’s sweaty face, straining to reach her peak from his relentless stroking. Devlin looked at his brother, saw him watching too. It was at that moment, Devlin felt Lisset’s pussy clench.

  “Oh baby,” Damien groaned, recognizing what was happening. “Yes, Lisset, you’re gonna come. He’s fucking you so hard. He’s making you come.”

  Lisset gasped then whimpered as the pulsing began, her pussy clutching on Devlin’s thick cock even as he continued driving into her with force. He echoed her cry of “Oh God” and stopped for a second while the muscles of her vagina spasmed and pulsed around his penis.

  “Lisset...” he said in an awed voice. Then his attention was drawn to Damien who was still stroking his cock, clearly very close to his own orgasm. Devlin swore and began thrusting into her again, quickly reaching a fevered pace, breathing fast as he fucked her.

  Damien’s excitement was palpable. “Fuck her, Devlin,” he encouraged, still stroking himself. “Fuck her hard.”

  Devlin needed no more encouragement. Lifting her hips, he held them tightly as he thrust. He was going to come again. He held onto her legs and bent her torso as he angled his cock to drive down into her from above. She cried out, he groaned, and with a savage thrust that brought a growl from deep in his chest, he came again.

  He shook hard, thrusting a few more times, his breathing erratic, sweat streaming down his face. He stayed inside her for a few seconds after his cock had stopped pulsing, and then slowly drew back.

  Damien was on her in a heartbeat, grabbing her greedily and pulling her toward him on the bed. He was inside her the next instant, pressing her down onto the bed with his weight, his body hot and slick with sweat.

  “You looked so sexy,” he said with a growl. “Getting fucked like that.”

  He went up on his knees, pulling her hips with him, and started to thrust in a steady rhythm. He wouldn’t last long, he knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he came. He’d waited all this time, postponing his orgasm so he could come inside her.

  “Oh baby,” he gasped deep, as somewhere under his animal need, the need to fuck the shit out of her became paramount. “Baby, you feel so good.”

  Devlin was still kneeling on the floor, recovering from his orgasm and watching his brother plunging his cock where his own had been just a moment before. He moved toward her and to her surprise, he bent his head and kissed her softly on the mouth. Damien’s thrusting made her whole-body jump, but Devlin held her head still and gave her a deep, soft kiss that he felt all the way through him. He slid one hand to her breast and circled her nipple with a light touch.

  Damien swore, thrilled by what he saw.

  Lisset lay completely passive as the two brothers’ attention clashed and overlapped, confusing her with sudden jolts of solid pleasure that were layered with a subtler sensation of warmth building inside her. She moaned and sighed, her eyes moving wildly.

  “Oh, don’t stop,” she said suddenly, realizing how intense the sensation inside her had grown. “Don’t stop—I want to come again.”

  Both of them groaned in reply. Damien slowed his thrusts, but she could feel it took some effort for him to hold off. Devlin moved his mouth to her breast and licked and sucked her nipple, his hand moving to cover the other breast. She ran her fingers through his hair again, pressing his mouth to her breast, and stared into the heaven they were showing her.

  “Lisset...” Damien whined. “Tell me when...tell me when I can move.”

  She sighed as the action of Devlin’s tongue sent sparks of pleasure zipping through her. She twisted her hips looking for the magic position, making Damien groan. He moved a hand to her clit and trapped it under his thumb. He pressed hard, making slow circles against the erect flesh.

  She squirmed, arched her back, dug her fingers into Devlin’s scalp, and gasped.

  “Now, Damien—”

  The words weren’t even all the way out of her mouth before Damien’s hips drew back and slammed against her. Her body bounced and Devlin’s teeth closed over her nipple, making her cry out so shrilly it was nearly a screech. Damien howled and her pussy clenched again, milking his cock as he held himself tight, his cock spurting deep inside her.

  They cried out in chorus, a tangle of curses and praises, both of them throbbing against the other, their pleasure joined in the most intimate pulse.

  Devlin brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her softly before sitting back on his heels. Damien panted, shaking his head so his
long hair hung over his face. He shivered once, made a keening sound, and slowly relaxed his hold on her hips, letting them sink to the surface of the bed again. He drew himself out and collapsed on top of her, pressing his sweaty face to her neck, panting as he kissed her.

  He rested there for a second and Lisset felt his hammering heart gradually slow. When he pushed up on his arms, his hands moved her hair away from her face and Lisset knew a grin spread across his face.

  Damien grinned, looked at his brother and said, “We just fucked our wife.”

  Devlin smiled too, his face reflecting his brother’s like a mirror and simply said, “Want to do it again?”

  Chapter Ten

  In the days that followed, Devlin and Damien made it their mission to keep her mind occupied with all forms of sex. For the first few days it worked. She was so exhausted, all she could think about was sleep, but when a card arrived in the mail, stating that Sergio was pleased knowing he had a daughter, all her illusions of bliss evaporated into nothing. The fact was that she and Skylar were still in danger. Until that danger passed, no amount of sex could make her forget that.

  The house was filled with people, most she didn’t know, some she did. She should have been used to it. For the last two years, she was constantly surrounded with family, but these people were not her family. Her family was back in New Jersey and she missed them. She had been introduced to the Prescott brothers and though they seemed capable of doing their job, she didn’t know them. The sheriff, Garret Riley was a straightforward man and he didn’t sugar coat anything. She liked that about him. She was happy to find out that Phillip and Anthony Marino had relocated and were planning on staying. They were her family and having them around eased some of her tension, but the person she wanted, wasn’t here.

  She missed Gino. In the time she got to know him, Gino had become a good friend. He was like a brother to her and she missed him terribly. She could talk to him about anything, and she desperately needed to talk to him now. She knew it would be impossible for him to come. He had his own life back in Atlantic City, but for her, she wished he would.