by Jenika Snow
The last part was whispered at the same time his fingers made slow circles around her belly button. “I got so fucking hard.” To emphasize his point he thrust his hips against her and she felt the mighty swell of his erection against her lower back. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?” His voice dropped to a husky timbre that had her thighs tightening and her pussy creaming. “All I have to do is think about you, and I get so unbelievably hard, Lola. All I can think about is spreading these pretty thighs,” he placed both hands on said body parts and urged her to open them, “and guiding my dick between the folds of your sweet little pussy.” His teeth grazed the side of her throat. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, Lola. You want me to talk dirty to you while I fuck you good and hard.” His chest pressed against her back and he began to lead her toward the wall. “I’d give you nice, long strokes in your tight little cunt while my brother fucked you in the ass. Would you like that, baby? Would you like being filled at the same time by me and Max?”
Of everything that was holy. Thinking about both of them filling her at the same time, fucking her raw until the three of them came, had her knees going weak. She placed her hands on the wall to steady herself and felt the rhythmic thrusting of Ian’s hips against her back. His cock felt so hard and big. The McKnight brothers were certainly not lacking in that department. Could she do this with them? Could she let them have their way with her and keep her emotions in check? It seemed impossible at first, but with arousal slowly consuming her every cell it didn’t seem that unrealistic. She knew if she went through with this that there was the chance everything would change. Hell, what was she saying? Everything would change, but was it worth this one time to be with the two men she had wanted for what seemed like forever.
She pushed away from the wall and turned around in Ian’s arms. His eyes appeared glassy and his mouth was slightly parted, his breathing ragged. He searched her face and she didn’t give herself time to think of anything else. Throwing her arms around his neck, Lola stood on her toes and pressed her mouth to his. There was no going back now.
Chapter Seven
Ian’s hands were everywhere. She couldn’t get close enough to him and all she wanted was more. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing the flesh in the same maddening way Max had. Her pussy, so ridiculously wet, was clenching and unclenching, trying to grip something substantial to ease the ache.
“God damn it I want you, Lola.” He dropped to his knees and started kissing and licking the flesh of her belly. Holding onto his hair, Lola let her head fall back against the wall as her eyes slid shut. The feel of his tongue making slow, wet strokes around her belly button was as expertly done as an artist with a brush. She felt like his masterpiece, and she wanted to be completed by him.
His fingers gripped the edge of her bathing suit bottoms and he slowly pulled them down, revealing her mound to his gaze. She had since opened her eyes, watching with a racing heart as his hungry eyes took in her bare vagina. A Brazilian wax was her best friend, and by the look on Ian’s face she surmised it was his now, as well.
“Lola,” he ran his hand over his mouth, his stare still on her slit. She knew he could see it so clearly, especially from his vantage point. He lifted his finger and ran it down her cleft and then back up again. He took his other hand and spread her lips, revealing her inner flesh to his wandering eyes. “Your clit is so swollen, baby. I bet if I licked it with my tongue you’d come right on my mouth, wouldn’t you?” He lifted his eyes to her while his finger continued to hold her flesh apart. His other finger ran up and down her slippery sex, teasing her hole before drawing closer and closer to the engorged little bud at the top. He was right. She would come just from a little lick. She was so worked up from Max, and now with Ian standing before her, that she couldn’t even think clearly.
“You’re so pink inside, baby. I bet you taste sweeter than sugar.” Without breaking contact with her eyes, he leaned forward. He stopped teasing his fingers through her cleft and now spread her lips as wide as they would go. She knew she was obscenely on display, but she didn’t care. There wasn’t an ounce of self-consciousness flowing through her at that moment.
When she felt his hot breath tempting her most intimate part she held her breath. God, she wished he’d stop tormenting her. As if he read her thoughts he opened his mouth. She saw the flash of his pink tongue emerge before it stroked over her aching clit.
“Ohhh, yesss,” she hissed and closed her eyes again, feeling her orgasm rising to the surface. She didn’t want it to end, not when he was dragging his tongue over and around her clit, making it harden under his ministrations.
“Mmm.” He hummed against her, and her legs shook from the force of trying to stay upright. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” He sucked and licked her like she was a Popsicle on a ninety-degree day. She was vaguely aware of pulling at his hair and bringing him further into her pussy. The fact she was acting like a sex-starved maniac wasn’t lost on her, but who could act rationally when they had one half of the McKnight brothers between their thighs?
He gripped her behind the knee of one of her legs and brought it up to drape it over his shoulder. The new position opened her up even further. The wall was cold against her overheated back, but the chill helped her stay right where she was, refusing to let her give up all the control. She needed to stay coherent because there was no way she was going to get lost in what was happening. Not when this was probably her only chance at finally getting to sleep with the McKnight brothers. Max’s face came to her mind and she moaned, feeling herself growing wetter, and becoming more swollen. Heavy breathing penetrated the room’s quiet atmosphere and she suddenly realized it wasn’t just hers and Ian’s. Opening her eyes, she stared with half-closed lids at Max. He stood in the doorway, his hand gripping his erection through his trunks, his eyes on what his younger brother was doing to her. As if he sensed her gaze, he looked at her. Lola licked her lips and disentangled her fingers from Ian’s hair. Lifting her arms, she gripped the knot that held her string bikini together behind her neck. When the strings came undone and the material fell away, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze, she beckoned him with a tilt of her lips and a lift of her brow.
It only took him three long strides to reach her, and when he did it was like the angels sang. His hands were immediately on her breasts, pulling at her nipples, causing them to harden further and become more sensitive. Thank God Ian didn’t stop sucking at her flesh. Instead, he added a finger to her quivering pussy.
In and out he pumped that digit while Max dipped his head and replaced his hand on her chest with the hot suction of his mouth. He alternated from one breast to the other, the sounds of him suckling her chest and Ian slurping her cream down an erotic symphony to her ears. A strangled cry left Lola and she wantonly thrust her chest further into Max’s mouth and ground her pussy in Ian’s face. The gruff sounds that came from the two men were fuel to her arousal filled fire and she wanted to hear more of it.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face. Let me taste you.” Ian’s words were muffled against her soaked flesh and she knew she was close, so close to finding oblivion.
“How does she taste? Sweeter than anything on this earth, I bet.” Max grunted his words out, his tongue and mouth doing wicked things to her nipples.
“Fuck, Max. You have noooo idea.”
The way they talked to each other about her was so damn hot that Lola felt her climax take hold of her. Throwing her head back, she was aware of the sound of her skull hitting the wall, but there was no pain, only intense, red-hot pleasure. Max pumped his erection against her side while Ian drew out her orgasm. His finger pushed in and out of her and Max sucked on her nipple to the point of pain. It was so good, too good, that she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. Thankfully, Max had a hold of her upper body and Ian gripped her ass. The two of them kept her grounded as they continued to draw out her pleasure until she was begging them to stop, pleading with them that it was too m
uch, too sensitive.
The two men disentangled themselves from her but kept their hands on her body, making sure she didn’t do a face-plant. Never in all her twenty-five years had she experienced something like that. She was breathless and weak, but God, did she feel good.
“Come on, sweetheart.” She was aware of Max’s words but didn’t have the strength to open her eyes and see what was happening. Then she felt herself become weightless as strong arms picked her up and the clean, masculine scent that was everything McKnight washed through her. The chest beneath her head was solid and warm, and she let herself bask in the comfort of them taking care of her. Her back was the first thing that touched the cool, silk sheets as Max laid her down. She still didn’t have the strength to open her eyes and instead just rode the lust-filled high the two of them caused in her.
“Oh no, baby,” Ian’s big body pressed against her right side. “There isn’t any sleeping going on.” He pushed the hair away from her face and kissed the side of her mouth.
Max slid next to her left side and his hand found her breast. “We’ve only just started, sweetheart.”
Chapter Eight
Lola opened her eyes when she realized both men were naked beside her. Their thick, long erections were hot as hell against her body. At some point her top and bottoms had been completely removed, and the knowledge that she was naked, in a McKnight sandwich, almost sucked the air out of her lungs.
Ian moved closer to her and she felt his cock slide between her slightly parted thighs, rubbing along her cleft. Even after the explosive orgasm they gave her, she felt herself growing wet again. Max’s shaft pressed against the crease of her ass and his lips found the back of her neck. Max pushed her hair all the way off her shoulders to give him better access to her sensitive flesh. She wanted to feel both of them moving inside of her, but she wanted to do something for them first, something she had thought about while she touched herself. Pushing away, she admired the view of the two of them sprawled on the bed. Their dicks were like iron rods, lying on their ribbed stomachs, reaching their belly buttons. The thick veins that ran the underside of their erections throbbed harder the longer she stared at them.
“You keep looking at us like that and I don’t think we’ll make it all night, sweetheart.” She lifted her eyes to Max and saw him grin. His hand gripped his shaft and he started stroking himself. Her lips tingled to taste all that male flesh. A look at Ian proved he was watching her intently. She had a feeling he could read her better than anyone ever had.
“If you want it so much, why don’t you come and get it?” Ian grabbed the base of his cock with his big hand and stroked it root to tip. Just like his brother, Max watched her like he knew what she was thinking, like he knew exactly what she wanted.
“Come here, Lola.” God, their voices -- so deep and rough -- made her insides quake. She crawled over to Ian on her hands and knees. He spread his legs so that she could fit between them and held his shaft up for her waiting mouth. Max ran his hand down her spine and she looked over at him through the tangle of her hair. He was running his palm up and down his length, his eyes on her mouth.
“Come on, baby. Open up and swallow my cock.” Licking her lips, she started to descend. When she was close enough to smell the masculine scent of his cock she stopped and took a fortifying breath. He grabbed the mass of her hair and lifted it up, piling it in curls on top of her head. She knew what he was doing, and knew he didn’t want an obstructed view of her giving him head.
Max’s hand drifted lower and lower until he was palming one of her ass cheeks. He slipped his hand between the crease and started running the pad of his finger over her slick pussy, bringing the wetness to her anus. When she felt her back hole become good and lubed, he pressed inward and she felt what little resistance she had back there break. The first knuckle slipped in and then the second. She couldn’t do anything but close her eyes and ride out the wicked feelings his finger in her ass caused within her. When she felt him start to insert a second finger, Ian decided to rub the tip of his dick along her lips. She opened immediately and engulfed the crowned head. The salty taste of him exploded in her mouth and she hummed her approval. He was thick and so very long that she couldn’t swallow as much as she liked. He bumped the back of her throat and her eyes watered at the brief feeling of a lack of oxygen. It was a frightening and exciting sensation.
Over and over she sucked him, wanting to taste his cum, wanting him to let go of his load so she could guzzle it down. Max worked his fingers in and out of her, scissoring those thick digits, preparing her for a good hard fuck in her ass.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock good and deep.” Ian gripped her hair tighter, using the strands as leverage as he fucked her mouth. His hips were lifting in time with her retreating mouth and his grunts of satisfaction were growing closer and closer together. She knew he was close, but right when she felt a thick jet of pre-cum dance along her tongue, he pulled her head back. His dick slipped from between her lips, his eyes riveted to the sight. He leaned in and ran his tongue along first her bottom lip and then her top. He didn’t kiss her again, but continued to lick her lips, causing them to swell even further.
Max removed his fingers from her and she felt him shift beside her. When she turned her head his cock was right in front of her face, hard and dripping cum. Leaning in, she ran her tongue along the slit at the tip, collecting all of the salty fluid and moaning at the flavor. God, why did they have to taste so good? She had never been one for blowjobs or cum, but when it concerned Ian and Max she was a freaking fiend. Max started thrusting in and out of her mouth, having her take more and more of him with each pump of his hips. He was just as big as Ian and all she could think about was his using that big tool in her ass. Her whole body clenched at the thought.
The bed dipped and she realized Ian was leaving, but Max kept his hands on each side of her face so she was unable to turn and protest his absence. A thick jet of spunk touched her tongue and she greedily swallowed it. She got lost in the feel of Max’s cock in her mouth and worked her jaw and tongue over his velvety flesh. He was so hard beneath her tongue, so very male.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” His words were gritted out through clenched teeth and she would have smiled if not for the fact her mouth was full of dick. The bed beside her dipped again and her heart pounded harder. The hand closest to Ian was suddenly in the air as he lifted it. She felt his hardness in her palm and curled her fingers around it, stroking him as she sucked his brother’s shaft.
“She has a sweet little mouth, doesn’t she, Max?” Ian was slowly pumping himself in her palm. Back and forth. Back and forth.
“God. I want to get off right now but I want to be buried in her tight little ass when I cum.”
Ian grunted his approval and slapped her ass. The sound of flesh against flesh didn’t dim the sting of pain his spanking caused.
“That’s so good, Lola. So. Fucking. Good.” Max tightened his hands on the sides of her head and pulled her away from him. She looked up, saw his chest heaving forcefully, and finally let her smile show. “You’re a damn seductress, sweetheart.” His thumb coasted over her mouth and then he straightened. “Straddle Ian.” The command was firm and held no room for argument. Not that Lola had any intention to deny either of them.
Chapter Nine
Ian laid on his back, one arm behind his head the other rubbing his chest. His erection lay on his belly, a heavy weight just waiting for her pussy. Lifting her leg, she placed one on each side of his waist and gasped at how hot he felt beneath her. Two condoms were produced and she was instructed to apply them to both of their cocks. Never had she thought putting condoms on men would be so erotic, but the sounds they made as she slid the rubber down their lengths proved her wrong.
“Grab my dick and put it inside, baby.” Ian’s hands landed on her hips, his fingers flexing against her skin. She lifted up on her knees and grabbed hold of him. The tip against her opening didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Th
e head was bulbous and she knew it was going to be a tight fit, but she wanted a little bit of pain with her pleasure. Slowly sliding down his length, her eyes widened at the feeling of fullness that washed through her. He filled her so completely there was no room between the walls of her cunt and his cock.
“Holy fucking shit.” Ian squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his hold on her waist.
“I bet her cunt is as tight as her ass. Is she hot and wet, Ian?” That was Max, right behind her, wanting a play-by-play and causing her arousal to soar.
“Dude, her pussy is like a fucking iron fist.”
“Do you guys always talk like this when you fuck?” She panted as she slid down the rest of him. His big balls touched her ass and her pussy clenched around him. The fit was so snug she felt his dick twitch inside of her.
“Damn it, baby. You can’t go doing that or I’m going to fucking come right now.” She did it again for the hell of it. He groaned and gritted his teeth.
“Lola,” She looked over her shoulder at Max. He wore a serious expression. “There is no comparison between you and those other females. When it comes to you, there are no other women for us.” She didn’t know how to take his comment so she didn’t try responding. Her chest warmed, though. Turning her attention back to Ian, she started lifting off of him and then slowly gliding back down.
“Yes, baby, fucking yes.” Sweat started to dot his forehead and the urge to run her tongue along it was strong. Up and down Lola rode him, feeling her inner muscles quake with suppressed pleasure. She was close, so damn close.
“Touch yourself, Lola. Let me see you play with that pretty little clit.” Ian’s gaze was already aimed at the area in question. Max’s chest pressed against her back and his cock fit perfectly in between the crease of her ass. She moved her fingers between their bodies and started rubbing circles around the hard little bud. Max’s hands spread her cheeks and then she felt something cool and slick coat her anus. She knew what was going to happen and she wanted it more than she wanted to breathe.