Brothers In Arms 05: Retreat From Love

by Samantha Kane

  The bed dipped as Freddy climbed on and Brett lifted his head and gently bit Anne’s shoulder while he watched Freddy straddle his legs behind Anne. Being this close to a naked Freddy who was clearly ready to fuck wreaked havoc on Brett’s equilibrium. His chest grew tight and his breathing ragged as he pictured what they were about to do. He tried to imagine the feel of Freddy’s cock inside Anne, rubbing against his, and he couldn’t. A sudden urgency gripped him.

  Anne bit his earlobe hard enough to sting and Brett realized he was still biting her shoulder. He let her go.

  “Thank you.” Anne was breathless, but amused. “Is he right behind me?”

  Brett nodded, and he saw her close her eyes and swallow. “Tell him to hurry.”

  “Hurry,” Brett rasped.

  Freddy leaned over and set the bottle of oil on the table by the bed and Brett realized that he must have poured it in his hand already. Freddy rose on his knees behind Anne and Brett couldn’t stop his indrawn breath. Freddy’s hand, shining with oil, was wrapped around his glistening cock, stroking. His slick hand made the same wet sucking sound that Anne’s cunt had earlier and Brett’s stomach muscles clenched.

  Freddy’s cock had darkened until it was a light reddish purple curved up against his pale torso. “I’m hurrying,” Freddy said with laughter in his voice. He was staring at Brett’s finger fucking in and out of Anne’s bottom. Brett raised his hips, readjusting Anne so she was bent at a sharper angle, and her legs spread just a little wider. Anne buried her head in the curve of Brett’s shoulder with a groan, and Freddy raised his eyes slowly to Brett’s.

  Freddy let go of his cock and reached down to lightly pet the back of Brett’s hand. Brett’s hand trembled. Freddy slid a finger down until it rested beside Anne’s entrance, next to Brett’s knuckle. At Freddy’s look Brett nodded. Anne felt slick and loose and ready to him, but he wanted Freddy to test her. He started to pull his finger out. “Stop,” Freddy told him, so he froze with the tip of his finger still in her. “Together.” And suddenly Freddy’s finger slid in alongside his, pushing past Anne’s rim. The glide of Freddy’s finger caught Brett’s, and together they slid home inside that tight, hot space.

  Anne cried out and arched her back. Brett’s hand pressed against her lower back, holding her in place for their penetration. “Can you take it, Anne?” he whispered, the dark thrill of what they were doing making his voice rough.

  Anne nodded against his shoulder with a little whimper.

  Freddy massaged Anne’s plump, white cheek with his free hand. “Yes, but does it feel good? I want it to feel good, Anne, when I put my cock in here.”

  Anne bit Brett’s shoulder as he and Freddy pulled their fingers out and pushed back in slowly.

  “I liked it,” Freddy said, his voice so low Brett had to strain to hear it. “I liked being fucked here. I’m told it feels different for a man and a woman, but it can be pleasurable for both.”

  Brett had to close his eyes and bite his lip at the thought of Freddy being fucked. He didn’t see Simon doing it in his mind, or another nameless, faceless man. Brett saw himself kneeling behind Freddy, his cock pressed against Freddy’s beautiful white arse.

  “Yes, good,” Anne gasped. Her hips gave a small, tentative thrust and Freddy closed his eyes, his cheeks flushed.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Anne. I’ve got to be inside you.” Very gently Freddy and Brett pulled their fingers out and Anne shivered and groaned. Brett cupped her plump cheek gently, kneading it, soothing her. Freddy didn’t wait. Before Brett could move his hand Freddy pressed his cock to her entrance. He put both hands on her bottom, one right over Brett’s, and spread her open and then pushed.

  “Freddy!” Anne cried out helplessly, and Brett could feel the pop as Freddy’s round head breached her entrance.

  He moaned with Freddy. Freddy threw his head back, his chest heaving, and for the first time that evening Brett saw him out of control. His hands were gripping Anne’s cheeks so tightly Brett’s hand was crushed into the soft mound, and he knew she would have marks. Freddy’s entire body shook from head to toe as he tried to hold back.

  “More.” Anne’s voice was so quiet, pressed into his shoulder, Brett almost didn’t hear her.

  “What, darling?” he asked, not sure he’d heard correctly.

  Anne lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at Freddy. Brett caught a glimpse of the fire and wildness in her face.

  “I said more.”

  Freddy grinned and Brett saw his hips move as he slid farther inside Anne.

  Anne tried to take a deep breath, but she couldn’t. Freddy felt huge as he slid into her bottom. Good lord, who would ever have thought having a man there would be so wickedly delicious? Anne bit her lip but a groan snuck out anyway. Brett’s arms tightened around her, the hand on her lower back rubbing gently. Dear, darling, precious, exciting, delectable Brett. Lying here naked splayed across those amazing muscles while Freddy took her bottom and Brett watched was quite possibly the most exciting thing Anne had ever experienced in her entire life. Probably the most exciting thing she would ever experience. So she settled her mind to enjoy it.

  Freddy slid in deeper, and the fullness became a slight burning. She gasped a little, and Brett’s lips were at her ear. “Just breathe, darling. Freddy will make it better, I promise.”

  Anne turned her head and kissed his neck. The heat of his skin on her lips made her hungry, and she licked the same spot, slowly dragging her tongue up, over the rough stubble of his beard, and then she nipped his jaw. Brett arched his neck, giving her greater access as his hand tightened on her behind. He and Freddy were pressing her down, open, making her wild. She dragged her nose across Brett’s neck. The tangy scent of his sweat and his cologne and pure man commingling with the exotic scent of Freddy’s oil fogged her mind. Freddy pushed into her some more and she bit Brett’s earlobe.

  “Christ,” Brett growled, thrusting his hips up, pushing her into, onto Freddy.

  “Damn me, yes,” Freddy growled right back, and the bed jostled as he let go of her and fell over them both, his hands slamming into the mattress on either side of Brett’s shoulders. At the same time he thrust deep inside her and Anne couldn’t stop her scream.

  She’d never been so full in her life. She felt fucked, possessed, claimed in a way she’d never felt before. It was overwhelming, and she simply gasped for air, her hands clinging to Brett, one on his shoulder and one burrowing into his hair.

  “Oh yes,” Freddy growled as he pulled back and thrust a little more gently into her. The dragging sensation inside her was exquisite. He was hot and hard and long and she pressed back as he pressed in. “Oil,” Freddy ordered, and Anne felt Brett’s arm flex as he let go of her back and reached over and behind him. Suddenly Anne felt cool drops of liquid hitting her skin just above where Freddy was buried inside her. The drops turned into rivulets and ran down in a tingling sensation until, as Freddy pulled out, she felt them running over that passage that held him so tightly. He pushed back in and his entrance was smoother, slicker, more pleasurable than ever, and Anne clenched her muscles around him.

  “Fuck,” Freddy groaned. He pressed deep and Anne could feel his pubic hair rubbing against her ass as he ground inside her, circling his hips. Anne gasped and her back arched to take him better. She felt wanton and desirable, the veriest slut, and she didn’t care. She loved this.

  “Freddy,” she cried out, letting every ounce of desire and pleasure fill her voice. “Freddy.”

  “You like this, don’t you?” Brett whispered in her ear. “You like Freddy fucking your delectable, plump little arse. Are you full, Anne? Are you full of his long, hard cock?”

  “Yes,” she shouted, not caring who heard, not caring what the question was. When these two men asked, the answer would always be yes.

  Freddy stayed buried in her, circling his hips over and over, as he kissed her back. His tongue dragged down her spine, tracing each bump, laving the space between each vertebra. He
licked his way back up and then bit her on the nape of the neck, holding her still like a stallion to a mare and Anne thought she was going to climax from the excitement of it. Brett’s breath was sawing the air next to her ear, and she realized he was close enough to Freddy to kiss him. She twisted her head, bringing them closer.

  “Freddy,” Brett whispered, and behind her Freddy hesitated just a moment, losing his rhythm inside her, and a shudder passed through him. Their sexual awareness of one another was unbearably erotic. Anne whimpered.

  “Freddy, I need to fuck,” Brett whispered. He sounded so desperate, so lustful that Anne shivered.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her sex immediately pounding with an aching emptiness, as if to remind her of its presence, jealous of the cock inside her bottom.

  Freddy’s teeth released her and there was a stinging, tingling sensation he immediately soothed with his tongue. She was beginning to understand that Brett soothed, aroused, with his hands, and Freddy with his mouth and tongue. “The lady said yes,” Freddy murmured.

  Freddy sat up behind her, keeping his cock buried, and Anne missed his warmth, the intimacy of their three-way embrace. His hands gently gripped her under the arms and pulled her up in front of him. Now her breasts and belly missed Brett’s warmth, and the soft tickle of his abundant chest hair. She was quite taken with his chest. She leaned down, needing to feel Brett’s hard, dark nipples on her tongue. Freddy was surprised by her move, and let her go.

  As her tongue dragged over the first nipple, Brett groaned and arched his back, his hand sliding into her hair. Several pins came loose and her hair pulled. She bit the small, hard nub and he groaned again with pleasure. She could feel the moisture in her folds grow hot and thick as she pleased him. She felt hands in her hair, and the tresses began to fall around her, a wild tangle of dark curls.

  She let go of Brett’s nipple, a hand automatically going to her hair to stop them from freeing it. Suddenly both of Brett’s hands thrust into her hair, fisting great clumps of it, and he pulled her mouth back to his chest. “More,” he rumbled, massaging her scalp. Anne leaned into him, her bottom rising as she latched onto his delicious nipple. Freddy gasped behind her and thrust and Anne’s head moved, pulling her off Brett’s nipple. He pushed her back onto it. She was awash in sensation. The taste of Brett, salty with sweat, the hair on his chest and stomach rubbing her breasts and lips, Freddy’s cock gently swirling inside her as he circled his hips again. And through it all Brett’s hands fisted so tightly in her hair he was pulling it, his lust and desperation like a spicy flavor on her tongue.

  Brett let go and pushed her back, up into Freddy’s arms. Their gazes caught for one electrifying moment, and then Freddy pulled her up and Brett grabbed his cock, aligning it with Anne’s sex. Anne watched as he rubbed the fat head of his thick cock through her folds, tapping it against her clitoris. She moaned at the resulting throb of pleasure that shot through her. His cock was twice as thick as Freddy’s, but shorter. She wanted it again, wanted it filling her as it had two times before. She reached down and wrapped her hand around it above Brett’s and his hips thrust up, forcing his cock through their fists. He moaned and his head fell back against the bed.

  “I’m so greedy,” Anne whispered, rubbing that dark, plump head against her soaking mound. “I want both of these cocks inside me. Fuck me, Brett, fuck me with Freddy. Please.”

  “Christ,” Freddy moaned behind her, his hands gripping her hips. “Take her. For God’s sake, fill her, Brett.”

  Anne placed his cock at her entrance and pressed down. Oh God, it was tight. She burned with his penetration, stretching around that cock while Freddy’s cock in her bottom took on mammoth proportions.

  “Stop, stop, stop,” she cried, panting. Brett froze, but Freddy’s hands on her hips took over, forcing her down further. Anne shook her head over and over, but she couldn’t speak, could only moan as the reality of two cocks filling her, front and back, took over all her senses. She fell forward, her hands supporting her weight on Brett’s shoulders. He could hold her. She knew he could hold her. His hands grasped her sides, his thumbs right under her breasts and she relaxed. That’s when Freddy lowered the two of them the rest of the way down, seating Brett’s thick cock all the way inside her.

  Anne screamed at the pain and the pleasure of it. She felt full to bursting, but it was Freddy and Brett and she never wanted it to end, never wanted them to leave her. She knew she was babbling nonsense but couldn’t seem to stop. She’d lost control. Her walls were pulsing around those cocks, pulling them, hugging them. She wanted to move, wanted to fuck them deep and hard, wanted to press her clitoris against Brett with each thrust and come over and over.

  Brett slid his hands up her torso and pinched her nipples hard enough to hurt. The pain was exquisite, igniting her skin, her sex. She placed her hands over his and pressed them to her. “Don’t stop,” she cried. “It hurts. Oh God, don’t stop.”

  And then Freddy began to move again.

  Freddy couldn’t hold back any longer. God, Anne was wild for it, for them. She loved this, loved them both fucking her. He’d known she would. Anne was made for sex, made to love them both.

  Freddy had only done this twice before, and it had never been like this. The whores he’d fucked with virtual strangers had moaned on cue, and read their lines, and while it had been exciting in a forbidden way, and pleasurable, it hadn’t been like this. It hadn’t been wild and uncontrollable and so erotic and sensual and wonderful that it was all he could do not to fuck Anne without remorse until he came deep inside her.

  And Brett, Christ, Brett. His cock was so damn big it was smothering Freddy’s in Anne’s slim body. Freddy could feel each pulse of Brett’s heartbeat as it throbbed in his cock. Could Brett feel him like that? He wasn’t as large, but he was longer. Freddy could plainly feel where Brett ended. Experimentally he pulled back slowly. Anne’s passage was so tight that when the head of his cock encountered the head of Brett’s the resulting crush felt so damn good that Freddy couldn’t catch his breath. He heard a weak cry and realized it was his.

  “Freddy, damn it, Freddy,” Brett cried out as the heads of their cocks rubbed along one another. Brett started to move as well.

  “No,” Freddy told him harshly. “Wait.” He made it to the end of Anne’s passage, his cock head just inside her rim. He was panting hard, and Anne was crying out, and Brett was cursing, and Freddy had never enjoyed anything as much as this. “Now,” he ordered roughly. “Pull out as I push in.”

  Brett did as ordered and Freddy saw stars. “Brett,” he whispered. He couldn’t help it.

  “Yes,” Brett hissed. The lunge and pull of their cocks piled sensation on top of sensation inside Anne’s incredibly hot, snug walls.

  Anne was trying to move, and it was all Freddy could do to stop her. “No, darling, please. Let us move, Anne. If you move, it’s too much.”

  Anne relaxed in his hold, her inner muscles relaxing as well, so that it was slightly easier to fuck in and out. Soon he and Brett had a rhythm going that kept time with the pounding of Freddy’s heart. In and out, in and out, and Anne whimpered and cried out and said the most outrageous, lovely things, begging them to never leave her, and Freddy wanted to cry with how perfect it all was. He slid his hands from Anne’s hips, up over her ribs and then he covered Brett’s hands at her breasts. At the touch of his hands, Brett thrust harder into Anne, and their pace increased.

  The sounds of fucking filled the air, the wet slide, the groans and the grunts and slap of flesh on flesh, and Freddy had never heard such beautiful music. He slid his hands down to Brett’s wrists, the contours of his bones and muscles fascinating under the heat of his skin and the softness of his hair. Brett’s arms trembled and Freddy let his hands glide further, over his bulging forearms, and then back down. Over and over Freddy repeated the caress as he rode Anne, and with each pass Brett fucked Anne harder and faster, and Freddy kept pace with him.

  Between them Anne shook with her
arousal, sweat running down her face, trickling between her breasts. Freddy wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back into his chest, rubbing his nipples across her damp, hot skin. “You feel so good, Anne, so good,” he panted.

  “I’ve got to move,” Anne begged, “please. I need more.”

  Brett slid his hand from her breast down over stomach and his thumb disappeared into her pubic hair. The next moment Anne cried out and stiffened in his arms. “Yes,” she sobbed.

  “Is that what you needed, darling?” Brett whispered darkly. “Did you need someone to rub this hard little bud? I want you to come, Anne, soon. Because I can’t wait. I’m going to fill you, sweetheart, I’m going to come in this sweet, hot cunt.”

  His words made Freddy wild. He’d never known Brett to be so coarse. His rough language made their encounter darker, more erotic, more thrilling.

  Anne began to shake violently, and she thrust down on Brett’s hand, Brett’s cock, Freddy’s cock. Freddy didn’t think she cared anymore, as long as they filled her and fucked her and gave her the climax she so desperately needed.

  When she came, she came screaming. She ground down on everything filling her, and her walls convulsed so hard it was shocking at first. Then it pulled Freddy’s own climax from his balls to his cock with a sudden tingling rush. He could hear Anne sobbing, he could feel Brett thrust hard and deep inside her, and he did the same just as the first pulse of his orgasm filled her with his release. For each contraction of her walls, Freddy had a corresponding jerk in his cock that sent jet after jet of semen inside her, filling her, surrounding Freddy. Anne cried out again, and then Freddy felt it. He felt Brett coming.