Rodrigo was only a branch below him. “Come on. I’ll guide you down.”
“No.”
“Sev, it’s not safe up here.”
“So climb back down, you little cunt.” Severin’s lips drew back from his teeth, and this time it wasn’t even a pretend smile. “Do I look like I want help?”
“If I was drunk and up a tree, you’d help me down.”
“You would never do something this stupid. You wouldn’t have a brother who joins you for a swim then kisses you and grabs your dick. You have a real family full of people who are related to each other and don’t fucking fuck each other!”
“Only the being drunk in a tree part was within your control. If Fidel came onto me, I’d be worse than drunk and climbing trees.” Rodrigo shuddered.
“My whole family is fucked up.” Severin closed his eyes and swayed, and Minnow reached out as though she could catch him if he fell. “There’s something wrong with all of us right down to our fucking genes.”
“No, there’s not.” Rodrigo grunted with the effort to get one branch higher. “Martine was a fucking sicko, but that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. You and Loïc have to deal with what she did to you, but that’s not a problem with your genetics. That’s just the shit your brain has done to help you cope.”
Severin scowled and made a chopping gesture with his hand, almost losing his one-handed grip on the branch. “No children, Miss Korsgaard. Not from me.”
He was going to fall. He was going to die. She stood there watching helplessly, staring at him as if she could hold him up with her mind. Her breath came in short gasps and she was having trouble thinking past her vision of his head split open and his brains spilling out everywhere.
“Whatever you want, Sev. I’d be more than happy to impregnate her. Hell, you can hold her down for me.”
Minnow grinned up at him, trying to look flirtatious instead of blotchy and panicked. “You coming down to hold me down, Mister Leduc?”
“No kink! I’m hammered.” He jabbed a finger at her. “There are rules, Miss Korsgaard, but just remember, from now on I’m using condoms with you. Remind me when I’m sober.”
She bit her lip. “If you fall out of a tree, condoms will be the least of our concerns, Master.”
“And she’s on the pill,” Rodrigo reminded him.
“True. But when you start trying to impregnate her, I have to start using condoms.”
Rodrigo laughed. “Like you’ll be satisfied with that?”
“I’ll have to be, for the good of humanity. She has such a sweet little cunt, though,” Severin said, sighing. “Promise me, Miss Korsgaard.”
She forced a suggestive smile even though she could feel tears trying to start again. Every time there was a crisis, their relationship ended up on the chopping block. She couldn’t deal with that uncertainty today. It was hard loving someone who made it clear she was on thin ice, even if the situation wasn’t her fault.
“Come down and I’ll promise you anything you like, Master.”
Moody, drunk Severin.
His growl of sexual interest made the hairs on the back of her neck lift in response. She shivered. Like some creepy, hypersexual Tarzan he climbed down, moving his big body with assurance despite his inebriation. He stared at Minnow as though he planned to devour her once he reached the bottom. He even passed Rodrigo, who followed him down, bemused.
“Apparently he just needed a bit of sexual incentive,” Rodrigo remarked to Minnow. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Watch out for the glass,” Minnow reminded him.
He leaped from the last branch, clearing the glass, and almost landed on top of her. She backpedaled, and he followed, making a weird animalistic noise that excited and scared her. Beach sand met the heel of her sandal and she toppled, but he caught her on the way down and lowered her to the ground. Crouched above her, he buried his face in her neck and inhaled, growled, then her skirt was up and her panties were gone and he had her legs spread wide.
“Mister Leduc!” she squeaked. “We need to talk about this.”
“Enough fucking talking. I need to get the taste of my brother out of my goddamn mouth.”
She grimaced and saw Rodrigo do the same.
Fine. He’d pass out in a minute anyway.
“You smell different.” He swept his tongue up her slit, and she braced herself. She wasn’t exactly interested in sex right then, but he found her clit and a jolt of desire flared.
God, he could have died. He could have been dead.
She tried to push his face away.
She struggled then smacked his shoulder when he wouldn’t let go.
“You want me to stop?” His tongue found her again and she bucked against his restraining hands, whimpering at the feel of him, and the sensation of being trapped.
“Stop fighting me, Miss Korsgaard. I’m not supposed to hold you down when I’ve been drinking. It would be irresponsible, and I might hurt you unintentionally.”
The mocking lecture was for Rodrigo, and Severin’s gaze cut to him to gauge his reaction. Minnow was too shocked to do anything but process the sensations of his mouth on her pussy. It was ten times more intense than usual. It had to be the adrenaline and the fear.
His hot tongue dipped into her and his growl vibrated against her. She cried out at the unbelievable pleasure of it, her nipples going rock hard as her skin broke out in goose bumps.
“You taste different.”
“What are you talking about?” Rodrigo asked.
Severin moved out of the way and gestured for Ro to try her, himself.
“What are you doing?” Minnow protested, trying to draw her legs together. “This is not a taste test!” Rodrigo only forced her legs back open, and Severin grabbed her wrists when she tried to push away Ro’s head.
She tugged at Severin’s steel grip. The bracelet he’d bought her on their first and only trip to the mall together dug into her wrist. Men who pinned a girl down weren’t supposed to force oral on her – that had to be a rule somewhere.
“This isn’t kinky, Miss Korsgaard,” he informed her, his gaze serious and intent. “This is a legitimate experiment. Just let it happen.”
The fact that he looked so serious, and drunk, when he’d said “a legitimate experiment” made her laugh and feel ridiculous. This was ridiculous!
Rodrigo’s mouth was on her throbbing pussy before she could come up with a snappy retort, and all she could do was arch her back and push away the orgasm that was already tensing low in her belly.
“She does taste different,” Rodrigo agreed then went back to flicking her with greedy licks.
“Maybe her soap? Something she ate?”
Rodrigo chuckled and bit her clit just hard enough to make a twisting heat flash through her body. “Maybe we changed her body chemistry by filling her with too much come.”
With his free hand, Severin unbuttoned the bodice of her dress, groaning with approval when her breasts spilled free. “Your tits make my dick hard.” He palmed one, and she yelped, jerking from the roughness against her nipple.
“Careful with her, Severin.”
He grunted, bending his head over her breasts and sucking the chafed nipple into the warmth of his mouth.
She dug her heels into the sand, pushing against Rodrigo’s teasing mouth and arching her back, hoping Severin would bite her because his gentle suction was distressing.
“Do you want to come, preciosa?”
Duh. She wriggled her hips, mashing her pussy harder against his mouth, not caring about the warning bite he gave her labia.
“Horny little bitch,” Severin growled. “You’re being a bad girl.” He held her tighter, but it only brought her closer to the edge of coming.
“She’s a very bad girl,” Rodrigo agreed.
Despite his apparent disapproval of her neediness, Severin moved his mouth to her other nipple. “You’d think she’d be better behaved with two men twice her size.”
> “Maybe we don’t punish her enough,” Rodrigo suggested, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her asshole, but not letting her jerk away. “She’s getting demanding.”
“Hmm. Maybe we should give her a time out, since I’m not allowed to beat her right now.”
Severin pulled Rodrigo off her and kissed him deeply, as though he was stealing the taste of her from Ro’s mouth.
She’d been so close, and they’d abandoned her? Bastards.
He peeled off Rodrigo’s T-shirt, and she watched with interest as unguarded expressions flickered across Severin’s face. When Severin was drunk, the tight control he kept on his expressions slipped. Reverently, he kissed his way over Rodrigo’s chest and stomach, leaving small bite marks that made Ro hiss and his big cock twitch hard in his jeans.
The two of them stretched out on the beach together, chest to chest, muscled bodies gliding against each other as Severin unbuttoned Rodrigo’s jeans. Minnow rolled onto her side, watching avidly as Severin stripped off Ro’s pants. She stroked an appreciative hand over their muscles and tattoos. Rodrigo froze as Severin slid down Ro’s body, and brushed his lips over his twitching and straining cock.
“Sev, you don’t have to,” Rodrigo whispered shakily.
“Do I ever do anything because I have to?” He sucked Rodrigo’s cock into his mouth, inch by inch, with an excruciating slowness that made Minnow shudder. Rodrigo was panting and seemed to be struggling not to move. Although he tried to prop himself on an elbow to watch, he fell bonelessly back on the sand.
Severin worked Rodrigo’s cock with his evil mouth, and Rodrigo’s gasps of pleasure charged the air with concentrated carnality. Minnow squeezed her legs together, squirming, then shuddered through a small, unsatisfying orgasm.
He worked an impatient finger into Rodrigo’s ass, finger-fucking him as he swallowed his cock. Impatiently, he withdrew his finger and flipped Rodrigo over onto his hands and knees.
“I’m not ready.” Ro gasped.
Severin spat into his hand and rubbed it over his own cock. “Do you think I care?”
Rodrigo’s brows drew together, but he didn’t try to get away as Severin knelt behind him. He spat on Rodrigo then, who shuddered as the saliva slid down the crack of his ass. Severin bucked his hips, running the length of his cock along the divide before lining up the pierced crown of it with Rodrigo’s asshole.
“Kneel there and watch,” he growled at Minnow.
She struggled up to her knees as he pushed against Rodrigo’s uncooperative hole. Rodrigo’s eyes widened, then closed as he grimaced in pain.
“Let me in, you spoiled little bitch.” Gripping his shaft, Severin wedged the head of his cock into Rodrigo’s asshole. “Don’t you dare fucking come.” Rather than give him a moment to adjust, he forced his way in, both of them grunting in discomfort. Maybe more than discomfort on Rodrigo’s part. “Remember how badly you wanted this?” Severin mocked. “How you told me you’d do anything – take anything to please me?” They both shuddered.
Rodrigo hissed in pain, but his cock was rock hard and straining for relief. “You said I’d regret it.”
“Don’t you?” Severin withdrew then thrust back in, making them both groan.
“This isn’t a good time to ask.” A plaintive sound left his parted lips.
Having had Severin rail into her ass like that on a few occasions now, Minnow could almost feel the burn and twinge reflected in Rodrigo’s face. Was it bad that watching Severin hurt him made her hornier? It felt disloyal, but fuck it was hot watching one big man punishing another with his lust. Especially since it seemed to go against everything Rodrigo was made of. On the scale of submissiveness, Rodrigo ranked maybe a one out of ten, but Severin took that one and exploited the fuck out of it.
“Miss Korsgaard!” Severin barked, startling her out of her musings. “Come here and tell me if he’s leaking pre-come. He’s trying to pretend he hates this.”
She crawled to them then reached under Rodrigo to run a gentle hand over his hot, jerking shaft. His swear came out more as a whimper, turning her middle to molten desire. There was something about hearing such a tough, self-controlled man laid low by submission and lust that was painfully arousing. She didn’t want to dominate him herself, but watching it was hot.
When she pulled her palm away from the head of his cock it was slick. She held her hand out to Severin to show him. He grabbed her wrist and licked her palm, and her pussy rippled in response.
“Such a helpless little whore when my cock’s up your ass, puppy,” Severin mocked, feeding himself back in with a cruel thrust. “Do you like it when I hurt you?”
“I d-don’t know,” he stammered, trying to collapse from all fours down onto his elbows, but Severin pulled him back up by the hair.
“Miss Korsgaard, lie on your back under his cock and open your mouth.”
She slid down to where he wanted her, getting the pervert’s row view of the action. Severin fucked Rodrigo’s ass slow and hard, every thrust almost lifting Ro from his knees. Rodrigo’s beautiful, thick cock bobbed before her eyes, in search of sensation. One of Severin’s big hands wrapped around Rodrigo’s dick, his grip cruel as he started to jerk him off. Minnow shifted over to where Severin’s hand was aiming him.
“If either of you spill a drop there’ll be hell to pay.”
So Rodrigo wasn’t allowed to come, and if he did, she wasn’t allowed to let things get sloppy? Evil man. The only way neither of them would get punished was if Rodrigo didn’t come...but where was the fun in that?
She bit her lip, wondering if she was allowed to lick him. Rodrigo’s head hung down between his arms, and he watched her and Severin’s hand, looking drunker than their dominant.
“Don’t you dare,” Rodrigo said, but really, what could he do?
Ignoring his warning, she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock. When that wasn’t met with anything more than a loud hiss of protest from Ro, she raised her head higher and latched onto the head of his cock, her lips stopping where Severin’s hand began. Severin smacked her face, but not hard, and he didn’t actually push her away, so she kept sucking, licking Severin’s fingers almost as much as Rodrigo’s dick. She slid her tongue down the length of Rodrigo’s dick to Severin’s balls, which were already drawn up tight.
Severin gasped, and the wicked plunging rhythm of his cock faltered. “Miss Korsgaard.” It sounded like a threat, but he didn’t follow it up with anything, so how was she supposed to know what he meant?
“You’re going to pay for this, Min,” Rodrigo whispered, but it was a broken sound. His hips bucked hard into Severin’s cruel grip, and she slid back under Rodrigo’s cock just in time to catch the first spurt of come with her mouth. She leaned up and latched onto the tip of his dick as Severin milked him into her mouth. Both men swore and groaned. She swallowed fast, gagging at the amount, but she managed not to spill any. How did he still have so much after fucking her last night? Like drinking from a goddamned fire hose.
She pushed out from beneath them and they collapsed forward into the sand in a tangle of long-limbed muscle.
“You weren’t supposed to come without permission. I guess I’m going to have to buy a cock cage for you.” Severin kissed the back of Rodrigo’s ear, and Ro smiled shyly.
Minnow shifted to what she hoped was a pretty kneel, feeling slutty and desperate with her dress pushed up around her hips and her tits spilling out of her bodice. Sand trickled through her hair, making her itch, and she was almost as desperate for a swim as she was for a real orgasm.
Severin pulled out of Rodrigo’s ass and gestured her closer. She crawled to him, ready for some affection, at least. He rose and dug his toes into Rodrigo’s side, shoving him onto his back. Rodrigo’s gaze was hazy, but that didn’t stop Severin from picking up Minnow and forcing her down to straddle Ro’s mouth.
“No!” she whined, hating being on top for oral, but far too desperate to safeword something so vanilla.
“Shut
up, Miss Korsgaard.” He pushed her onto her hands and knees, and for a brief moment she tensed, wondering if Severin planned to use her ass next.
Rodrigo’s tongue distracted her, sweeping up to touch her aching clit. She was gritty, and he chuckled, running his tongue over her thigh to get rid of some of the sand he’d gotten in his mouth. Rodrigo spread her pussy open with sand-roughened fingers, and attacked her sensitive nub, tonguing and biting hard enough to make her squeal.
Hands tightened on her hips, then Severin’s lips slid over the cheek of her ass, kissing and licking until his tongue slid over her asshole. Trying to escape him, she only succeeded in jerking harder against Rodrigo’s mouth. She struggled but they held her still, teasing, tasting.
A finger slid into her pussy – Rodrigo. Then a second. Not Rodrigo. She shuddered hard, and one finger crooked to rub against her g-spot. Pressure and suction, the hum of their arousal, her hectic breathing, the grip of Severin’s hand on her hip, forcing her to stay when she wanted to wriggle away – all of it wound tight down low in her belly. She rocked shamelessly on their fingers, fucking herself with them and submitting to their will until a wail of pleasure broke from her. She ground against Rodrigo’s mouth, stars bursting behind her eyes as they wrung one orgasm from her after another, until she was exhausted and shaking, helpless between them.
“Please stop,” she begged. Her arms wouldn’t hold her anymore, and Rodrigo was in serious danger of being smothered to death. Severin fell sideways onto the sand, and he tugged her onto his chest then pulled Rodrigo close. Together, they panted for breath, the men pillowing Minnow from the hardness of the sand with their harder bodies. She refused to glance down at their already re-hardened cocks. Rodrigo kissed her, giving her back her own taste with his teasing tongue.
“A swim then round two?” Rodrigo asked.
“A swim would be nice,” she agreed, “but I need food, like soon.”
They also needed to get Severin talking, didn’t they? If he really wanted to cut ties with Loïc that would be understandable, but the kid was so lost and broken. Would he be okay on his own?
Although, what Loïc had done to Severin was assault – he deserved to be cast out at this point. Hell, the kid was lucky Severin hadn’t killed him. Maybe asking for more details so soon was a bad idea. She didn’t want to mess Severin up worse.
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