She takes it in her mouth and sucks hungrily, moving her lips down my shaft and cleaning it dry. As she goes back, my cock pops out of her mouth; she grabs it gently, tilts her head sideways and starts licking the whole length of my shaft before finally scooping up all the cum that pooled at the base.
I lay back as she licks me dry, still trying to catch my fucking breath. I say nothing; fuck, I can’t even think straight right now with pleasure still coating my mind.
Stacy goes to my side as she finishes, one arm across my chest as she inches closer to me. I turn to her, and she presses her mouth against mine, the salty flavor of my semen hitting me immediately.
We kiss as if there was nothing else in the whole fucking universe but us, the cum in her mouth dripping into mine as our tongues wrestle against one another. When she pulls back, there are a few drops of cum on my chin, making their way down my jawline; smiling, she scoops them up with the tip of her tongue.
“I’m not the only one in need of some cleaning up,” I whisper, my heart still beating like a motherfucker.
My hands on her waist, I turn her around and pull her into me. She doesn’t take long to realize what I intend to do, and climbs on top of me, easing herself down on my mouth.
Swaying her hips, she rubs her drenched pussy against my lips, cum dripping down from her folds and into my open mouth. I open it as wide as I can, feeling my warm semen sliding from inside of her and down to my tongue.
Fuck, what’s this? I’m losing my mind around Stacy, that much is for sure.
Rolling to the side and laying on the grass again, she presses her body against mine. We say nothing for a long while, simply staring at the blue sky over our heads as we hear our own ragged breathing, exhaustion lacing our bodies.
Then, hesitantly, I feel her reaching for my hand. She holds it, gently squeezing my fingers, and I squeeze back.
We remain in silence, the warm sunlight tumbling over our bodies as if it was trying to caress our naked skin. I’ve never been what I’d call a romantic, but this…This right here, this is what turns rugged men into soft ones.
“You’re special…” I finally manage to say, the words coming out of my mouth as if I wanted to say them all along. “I don’t know what it is about you, Stacy, but I never wanted someone as much as I do you.”
She responds by squeezing my hand harder and I smile absently, knowing that for once I’m saying the right fucking thing to the right woman.
“I hope so…I really do,” she says, whatever there is between us suddenly becoming very fucking real.
Nolan
My conversation with Kieran keeps on running through my head over and over again.
I know to some extent that he's right, but he doesn't know that I got so deep into gambling that I couldn't find my way out again. I went a little crazy with the partying lifestyle and for a while I was practically living in Vegas, just racking up more and more debt.
Hey, you can't win all the time—but I thought I was fucking invincible. Imagine how bad it must have been for me to go crawling to Percy for help. I made the mistake of telling him my secrets one drunken night.
He's the kind of guy you never want to lose your wits around with. You have to keep up your guard whenever you’re with Percy—the guy’s constantly plotting and scheming for a way to pull you down.
It doesn't matter who you are: if he can manipulate you in any way to his advantage then he’ll fucking do it. He’s a douchebag, yes, but he’s a smart douchebag. He knows how to dig up dirt on people like no one I've ever seen.
I confided to him about my money problems and it was the biggest fucking mistake of my life. He acted all cool and caring and he took care of the debts, but now he’s using it as my potential financial ruin. Holding it over my head. Fucking blackmailing me.
Fuck. I hate being in my father's house like this, at odds with my brother and being Percy’s goddamn lapdog. He's always been the enemy and now, unfortunately, I find myself on his side. Not by choice, nor my alignment with his values, but out of fucking obligation.
Because of him, I’ve lost my brothers. But how could I ever reveal to them how sorely mismanaged my life is?
It's impossible. I have more pride than that.
To make things more complicated, the other part of my mind is fixated on Stacy.
I really hate that she probably sees me as Percy's helper. I personally will never condone what he's doing to her. I don't know what the details of the situation are between them, but one thing is certain: I will find a way to protect Stacy, even if it means my own disgrace.
That girl is fucking perfect.
I've seen a lot of women, especially during my time in Vegas. None compares to her. I wasn’t expecting such a gorgeous woman to enter my life, but fucking hell, I want to make myself thoroughly acquainted with her in every possible way.
I’ve made up my mind—I will fuck her brains out before I'm finished here. She hasn't had a true man until she's had me. Of that I’m certain. One taste of my cock and she'll be eating out of the palm of my hand, begging for more.
I’m upstairs in the main loft considering all of this when I start to hear the screaming.
Stacy.
I have one thought—I have to get to her. I fly down the stairs and follow the noise. It's coming from the dining room at the end of the hall. I go down the grand corridor, anxious to find her, to make sure she's okay.
Finally, I get there. Swinging open the large, carved, wooden doors, I see them both sitting at opposite ends of the mahogany table. The thing must extend twenty feet. She’s at one end, crying, and Percy's at the other berating her to death.
"You fucking whore,” he rails. “I would never have brought you here if I knew what a slut you would be with my brothers. I swear to God, if you tell them one single goddamn thing about me, I will destroy you. Got it?"
She's crying and she looks like a total mess. It makes me crazy that Percy’s brought her to this.
"What the fuck, Percy? She doesn't deserve this.” I tell him, rage making my blood boil. “Aren't you supposed to be fucking married to her?"
I go to her side and try to comfort her. I still don’t really know her, but she’s so fucking beautiful. All I want to do is to sweep her up in my arms and take her away from this asshole.
She deserves so much better.
I wipe her tears away. "Are you okay?"
She draws in a shaky breath. "No, Nolan. I’m not okay. None of this is okay."
"Don't fucking talk to her, Nolan. She’s my wife," Percy tells me, menace in his eyes, but I just shoot him a death glare.
"Fuck, Percy. Don't be such an asshole. We all know it's a hoax anyway. Let’s be real. There's no fucking way she’s pregnant."
"Fuck you, Nolan. I dare you to defy me. You better watch out or you’ll be ruined…and I think we both know what that means."
Fucking bastard. He knows he has me right where he wants me, but I'm over it. All I care about now is comforting Stacy, the poor girl. I want to take her out of here.
Instead, I say, "Percy, just fucking leave. You have what you want. You've tormented her enough. Now get the fuck out."
"You better watch it, Nolan, or I promise you that our little deal will be over. All it takes is one phone call from me to end your life."
"Shut the fuck up!" I'm in his face now and he cowers, but continues to hurl insults at Stacy.
"She's a whore! She's already fucked every man walking around this place. How could you ever want a trash like that? You know, I'm almost sorry I married her."
I shove him out of the room and lock the doors. I hear him telling me again that I better be careful. He's probably right—I do need to watch my step because I know he won't hesitate to pull my funding. I'll be in deeper debt with guys in Vegas, and they’re the last people you want to owe anything to.
But Stacy is all I want to think about now. Not my debt. Not the blackmail. Certainly not fucking Percy.
I want to help
her and taste her and fuck her. I'll help her forget this nightmare. Hell, she’ll help me forget it too.
Stacy
I stare at the wood-paneled walls and ceiling through my teary eyes. I can't stop crying. I've never had someone yell at me like that and be so vicious.
The things Percy said shouldn’t have affected me—normally I'm strong, but he just knows how to use his tongue as a weapon. I’m doubting myself because of what he said.
But more than that, I feel upset because he made me feel like my family isn’t safe.
Nolan is holding me, caressing my hair. At least there’s that.
He's basically the one who saved me from Percy's wrath. God, what the fuck is wrong with that man? I don't know why Percy cares who I sleep with, as long as I go along with his stupid plan. It’s not like anyone here believes I’m actually pregnant.
But he's got me under his thumb, I have no choice in the matter. You’d think the least he could do is be nice to me and pretend like he cares about me as his wife. But what am I talking about? I know Percy, and he’d never do that. It’s almost as if he doesn’t care if people see through our fake relationship.
He doesn’t care about what happens to me. We’ll be exposed, and if that happens then who knows what will happen to the people I love? Is that what he wants? An excuse to follow through on his threats?
God, I hate Percy for this. This whole thing is ridiculous, a sham. I'm not sure how much longer Percy can hold onto the charade because things seem to be disintegrating into chaos inside this house.
Nolan holds my face in his large hands.
"Why was Percy so angry? Why was he saying all those things?"
I look at Nolan and take in his chiseled features. He’s really gorgeous but beyond that, I admire him because he came to my rescue. I can see a really good guy in there. I feel like maybe I can trust him.
I still have to keep my arrangement with Percy a secret, but I feel like I need to disclose to Nolan what's happened here, and it's not going to be easy.
I bite my lip and take a deep breath before diving in.
"The thing is, I slept with both your brothers,” I manage to say, my heart tightening into a fist the moment the words roll out from between my lips.
“First Carter, and then Kieran. That's why Percy was slut-shaming me." I finish, and then I almost regret it—what if Nolan shames me as well? What if he thinks just as badly of me as Percy?
I don’t know if I can handle that. Because even though he’s the brother I know the least, I still can’t stop this need I feel to get to know him. And to know what it feels like to have him inside of me.
Nolan peers at me as if he's trying to see straight through to my soul. I wonder what he's thinking and if I’ve upset him. I’m afraid of his reaction because, despite my relationship with his two brothers, I want Nolan. I don’t care if that makes me selfish. It’s what I want.
He's solemn now, and I know he's thinking about what to say.
"So, you slept with them?"
"I did."
"Okay,” he breathes out, a small smile on his lips. “That's good to know."
I hug his neck but resist the urge to plant soft kisses along it. I see his lips and want to kiss them, to taste him.
Still, I resist.
I don’t know what he thinks and where we stand. Does he even want to fuck me? Does he think of me in the same way I think of him? Ever since I laid eyes on him, I've imagined how it would be to have him inside of me.
Any woman who sees Nolan probably thinks that way. Maybe I'm just part of the mix.
Though my body is lusting for Nolan, my feelings are still hurt by Percy. His words cut into me like a knife. No one ever wants to be slut-shamed, least of all me.
I’m confident in myself and in my sexuality. I have nothing to hide. And I won’t be berated for being who I am.
It's not my fault that Percy's brothers turned out to be insanely hot.
And besides, I don't know why Percy even cares. I told him that I’m going to do whatever I want—he’s gay anyway, so why does he even care? But that still really pissed him off for some reason.
The memory of what he said to me makes me shudder in Nolan's arms. Percy threatened my family and told me that I’d better stay in line or he would destroy everything. If I don't follow through my commitment to him we could lose our family home, the business, everything.
Normally I would tell a guy like Percy off, but with so much at stake, I have to keep my anger at bay. I have to stuff it all down and hide how I really feel.
Having Nolan to lean on is definitely helping, though. The feel of his strong arms around me makes me feel like maybe it will all be okay. At least I can find solace here with him in this moment.
"Nolan, thank you for what you did."
The tears start to stream down my face again as I recall the awful moment Percy threatened my dad. Nolan doesn't fully understand why I'm crying, but he just comes closer, wiping away the tears before they can fully escape.
"I'm here, Stacy,” he tells me in a soft whisper. “Despite appearances, you can trust me. I want you to trust me."
Our connection can't be denied.
We both feel it.
I want to be even closer to Nolan. I know I probably shouldn't go there. Fucking three guys who are brothers, is something I've never done…but how I am supposed to choose when they're equally handsome and when I feel something real for each of them?
Nolan’s the only one I haven't had, and I want to trust him, just like he’s asking me to. I'm also dying to unzip his jeans and go down on him right here. I want to see his package and know for myself what the third brother tastes like.
I want to suck and lick his cock right here in the dining room, just so I can thank him for coming to the rescue.
How am I supposed to fight against lust like this?
It’s impossible. So I don’t.
Nolan
Let’s get this party started.
Grabbing her, I lay her down on the mattress and climb on top of her. I start rubbing my thick tip over her wet pussy, teasing her endlessly, and she buries her fingernails on my back as I do it.
“Fuck me…fuck me now” she tells me, completely unable to enduring any more of my teasing.
I stop teasing her at once and then, with one quick movement of my hips, I push my cock past her inner lips and deep into her pussy. The moment she feels my thickness straining against her inner walls she just screams, doing it so loud that I’m sure her throat is starting to hurt from the effort.
Driving my cock deep inside of her, I only stop when all of my inches are buried inside her pussy. I hold it there for a few seconds, and then I start pulling it back – but only so I can thrust again. I do it over and over again, pistoning into her.
“Oh, God,” she moans, dragging her fingernails across my shoulder blades so hard, she might draw blood. I don´t care, this only makes me fuck her even harder.
Placing one hand on her chest, I push her back and force her to lay down on the mattress. She raises her feet up, placing them on the edge of the bed. With my hands on the back of her knees, I keep her in place while I ram my cock deep into her.
She asks me to go harder, as the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy is driving me completely mad.
I keep on fucking her until I feel her pussy squeezing my cock hard, and then she just moans against my ear as she comes.
I actually have to take a deep breath to stop myself from coming.
“More!” she moans through her gritted teeth, and I’m happy to oblige. I lay down on the bed and make her climb on top of me. Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabs my cock and slides it inside her pussy.
With my hands cupping her ass, I make her bounce up and down on my cock, my biceps glistening with sweat as I hold her.
She rocks her hips back and forth too, relishing the feeling of my cock rolling over her folds and piercing her with the fury of an exploding star. Buck
ing her hips harder and harder, both her hands running through my hair and disheveling it.
She lets her legs ease up their hold, and she moves them slightly lower, right over my ass. Still with my cock in her, she goes down to her knees and claws at my pectorals, pushing me down to the ground.
With a wild passion, she grabs my hands and brings them to her tits. She’s bucking her hips furiously while never allowing my cock to slide more than an inch out of her pussy.
Stacy craves me the way that I crave her and it is like fucking magic.
She throws her head back and closes her eyes, savoring the moment while I squeeze hard on her nipples. Taking a deep breath, she leans into me, long locks of hair falling down her shoulders, and I raise my head towards her.
She lowers herself even more, allowing me to wrap my lips around one aching nipple of hers.
I groan between my thrusts, reaching for her breasts and squeezing them eagerly. I pinch both of her hard nipples at the same time, holding them between my thumbs and index fingers. I intensify the pressure until she simply can’t bear it any longer.
Throwing her head back, she then arches her body and lets ecstasy climb up her spine as she comes.
“Oh, fuck…this was…amazing,” she tells me through moans, propping herself up on her elbows as I slow down. By the time I stop completely, my hair is plastered to my forehead, and thick beads of sweat are dripping down my face.
And, my favorite part, there’s a grin of pure delight on her lips. Yes, she loves how we fuck as much as I do. I’m getting addicted.
But I’m not done yet. I pull my cock out of her pussy and take one step back. Grabbing her by the hand, I pull her up to her feet and then, moving fast, I grab her by the hips and force her to turn around.
Pushing her toward the small desk on the corner of the bedroom, I lay one forearm across her lower back and force her to bend over.
With my shaft between her ass cheeks, she starts swaying her hips, rubbing her ass against my cock, and she only stops when I hold me firmly. Grabbing my thickness, I push it down. She tremble slightly as she feels the the tip of my cock sliding down her ass crack before finally resting against her aching pussy.
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