by Jenny Penn
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This was perfection…Dylan hadn’t lied. Josh had never known such need, such hunger, or such intense pleasure. Nothing in his life had ever felt as good as Casey’s velvety lips engulfing him and a moist, suckling heat that had his muscles clenching down tight as he fought to hold out.
She didn’t make it easy. She pumped her cheeks around him, and her tongue twirled and swirled over his length as she managed to suck in damn near every single inch of his erection. The sensitive head of his cock hit the back of her throat and then bent down it as the moist heat convulsed around his length in a rippling tide that had him panting just as hard as his brother.
Josh cracked an eye open and gazed across Casey’s back at the sight of Dylan pounding into her ass as he rode her just like she wanted—rough, hard, and fast. Casey, clearly, didn’t regret those words. There was no denying the excited whimpers falling from her lips, even as she greedily slurped over Josh’s cock.
She was having fun, enjoying it both ways. That realization damn near had him coming right then and there, but he fought back, struggling to hold out and make the moment last a little longer. It was a pointless battle, and he could feel the strings of his self-control snapping one by one until he could finally hold on no more.
The searing hot bliss boiling in his balls erupted as he roared with a primitive sense of victory. In that moment, Josh felt like the conquering hero, one that was adored by his servant, by Casey. Like a well-trained mistress, she sucked down every last drop of his release, happily nursing his strength straight out of his dick until Josh was ready to collapse at her feet.
He didn’t dare, though, not about to embarrass himself in front of Dylan or the rest of the guys. Not that he worried he would. Even as the ecstasy flooding through his body made the world shimmer and twist before his eyes, Josh’s cock remained hard and ready for a second round.
It was a miracle.
It was also a nightmare.
He still hurt. He still hungered. Josh feared it could take years, if not a whole lifetime, to satiate the need still boiling in his balls. While he had a ring, a house, and the right woman this time, it remained to be seen whether or not things actually worked out.
Right then wasn’t the time to worry about it.
Chanting out endless praises to the lord, Dylan heaved like a racehorse coming down the final stretch. That was just about how savagely he was fucking Casey. She met him stroke for stroke, her hips pumping back to meet every one of Dylan’s thrusts, which just went to prove that she really did like it in the ass.
Josh couldn’t wait to give it to her. In fact, he didn’t see any reason to wait. He was hard. He was capable, and Dylan had already gotten his turn. That thought had him jerking forward as he snatched a condom out of the pile Lana had left out for them. He had his erection sheathed and ready within seconds.
Without thought of consequences or how his brother might retaliate, Josh laid a hand on Dylan’s chest and shoved him straight back. He caught Dylan by surprise, and his brother stumbled over his own feet, falling to the ground. Josh stepped over him and grabbed onto the flushed, bouncing globes of Casey’s ass. She was on the move, trying to turn as she called out in confusion.
That cry ended in a squealed gasp as Josh split open the plush cheeks of her ass and gave into the feral lusts that had simmered for too long in his veins. He didn’t even hesitate before he slammed into her, fucking a moan of delight right out of Casey as she began to instantly pump her hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust now.
“What the fuck, man?” Dylan scrambled to his feet, casting that idiotic question at Josh, along with an outraged look.
Considering that it was clear what he was doing, Josh didn’t bother to answer. Instead, he shot a smug look back over his shoulder at his brother without missing a beat as his hips flexed, driven by more than simple longing. This was need—pure and raw. He couldn’t stop as he fucked the throbbing length of his erection back into the tight, sweet heaven of Casey’s ass.
She felt good. Better than. She was making all his dreams come true and then some. Her muscles clamped down and pulsed in a motion he knew she controlled, and she knew that it was driving him crazy. Knew it and giggled over it.
“You like that, quiet boy?” Casey teased him, earning an answer from Dylan, who was in the process of yanking off one condom and rolling on another.
“You know he does.”
Moving around to the front of her, Dylan fisted a hand in her hair, but instead of guiding her pouted lips to his latex-covered cock, he forced her back up, bringing Josh’s motions to a slow roll even as Casey’s features furled into a delicate frown. It was a warning sign. One Dylan didn’t seem to notice.
“And I know what little pixies like.”
Dylan snarled over his words, and they came out with a soft threat that stood in stark contrast to his rough motions as he released her hair and wrapped his hands around her thighs. He jerked Casey right off her feet, dragging her legs up around his hips as he stepped forward to press the thick head of his cock up against the opening of her cunt.
Josh could feel him there, a heavy weight pressing back on his own dick, a threat and a promise of the pleasure to come. He knew what Dylan planned but didn’t know if he had the ability to withstand the coming pleasure. He wanted to find out, though, and he wasn’t afraid to lose. Not at this game, but Dylan just had to have one more word.
“They like to get double-stuffed,” Dylan assured her, an arrogant satisfaction tinting his tone.
“D-Dylan?...Is that you?”
Chapter 14
That one hesitant question sent a trickle of freezing dread racing down Dylan’s spine. She knew. She was about to lose it on them, accuse them of all sorts of wicked, horrible things, and how could he deny them when he was on the verge of burying the hard length of his erection balls-deep within the molten well of her cunt?
Dylan’s cock pulsed, throbbing happily away as that thought—the one that warned him this was wrong—only added to the forbidden delight that flowed through his veins. The potent mixture of pleasure and anticipation had him tensing as he waited for the inevitable explosion. Only it didn’t arrive.
Instead, Casey hung there staring blindly up at him, her legs clinging tightly to his hips, her cunt weeping over the flared head of his cock, her lips quivering as she waited for his response. It took him a moment, though, to gather his wits enough to speak, and this time he remembered to disguise his voice.
“You can call me whatever you want, Firecracker.”
The smug arrogance in his tone drew a customary snort from Casey, who responded immediately to that challenge with one of her own.
“I’ll only call you by the name you earned, and if you were Dylan, then you wouldn’t be hesitating to fuck your big, thick, dick deep into me while you attempted to prove that your loving was addictive enough to be illegal.”
She did know!
She knew and was still begging for her fucking, begging him to fuck her. Dylan’s gaze collided with Josh’s, and he could feel the bolt of energized awareness that shot through both of them and changed the moment into something much deeper than simply the dirty fun it had felt like second ago.
This wasn’t just about sex anymore. This was now a claiming, a mastering. It was about finally putting Casey in her place, right where she belonged between him and Josh.
With a nod to his brother, Dylan pressed forward, slowly sinking into the velvety sheath that rippled and pulsed in welcome around him. Casey was tight, her muscles gripping and rippling around the sensitive length of his dick, making his cock pulse and swell with a fresh rush of need fueled by the molten ecstasy that thickened once again along his spine. The sensation was a delicacy he savored.
Dylan knew he was going insane, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care if he went dumb, bald, or broke. All that mattered was the sound of Casey’s breath catching on a moan of delight as she pleaded with him by name.
“An
d if that’s you, Dylan, you better make this as good as all my dreams. Otherwise, I’m going to tell everybody you are a braggart with a three-inch boner.”
She wasn’t begging any more. Casey was back to threatening, and she knew better than to challenge him like that. Better than to challenge them, Dylan corrected himself as Josh slid his hands up around her breasts and used them to press her back against him while he all but growled in her ear.
“And what about me?” Josh demanded to know before teasing Casey with a hint of his own identity. “You’re not going to rat me out to my neighbor, are you? After all, she thinks I’m the quiet one.”
Dylan cringed and then smirked at the emphasis Josh placed on that one word. He wasn’t lying. He was the quiet one, which was just why Casey couldn’t be faulted for her doubts.
“That I'm going to need to see to believe,” Casey retorted with a snort that all but dared them to remove her blindfold. There was only one way Dylan ever responded to a challenge.
“Well, then, you better have yourself a look,” he advised her as he pulled the tail of sash wrapped around her eyes.
The heavy cloth slid away to reveal the delicate perfection of Casey’s features. From the graceful bow of her lips to her adorable nose and elegantly arched brow, she was more than beautiful. She was captivating.
All too frequently Dylan had found himself hypnotized by the shifting sea of angry blues and greens that tended to swirl through her gaze whenever she was arguing with him. Tonight, though, the storms had quieted into a brilliant crystalline green that reflected back the clarity of her emotions.
She wanted him. There was nothing but welcome in Casey’s smile, nothing but acceptance and longing in her eyes. Dylan’s heart froze, going painfully still as an emotion he didn’t recognize flooded through him. It was deep and warm and dangerous.
That probably should have scared the crap out of him, but it didn’t. He hadn’t come here to find contentment, but he had. Now Dylan knew only that he had no intention of letting it go. He sealed that vow with a kiss before Casey could say anything and ruin the moment.
He could see it coming in the twinkle in her gaze. Casey was getting ready to taunt him because she’d won, and they both knew it. This was supposed to be his moment, his claiming, but as Casey’s lips parted beneath his, Dylan realized he had it all backward.
He was the one being claimed. Actually, more like enslaved because that was just what he was—a servant to her passion. His fate was sealed at the first sweet taste of Casey’s lips.
In all the years he’d envisioned fucking the pout right off her mouth, Dylan had never wasted a second imagining how good something as simple as kissing her could be, not that she allowed him to savor the moment. Her tongue was as wild as the wind, whipping around his with teasingly light agility that had Dylan growling as he tried to capture hers, but it was him who ended up caught between Casey’s lips.
She showed no mercy, tightening her mouth down around him and sucking hard. The maddening pull had his dick pulsing and weeping as a quick rush of seed escaped his balls, a silent threat of more to come if he didn’t get control of the situation.
Hell, even then he wasn’t going to make the fucking Casey had coming last long enough to suit his pride. He wanted to make this good for her. He needed to. He needed to be good enough that she never felt the need to leave. Dylan didn’t question why that was important, and neither did he worry that he wouldn’t succeed. In fact, he was certain he would, even more certain as Casey released his tongue to lean back and smile up at him.
“I knew it was you,” she gloated, clearly impressed with her powers of deduction.
“It took you all day.” Dylan snickered, unable to break the habit of teasing her at every turn. That shot earned him a dirty look, though the sparkle remained in her eyes as she responded in kind.
“I knew it from the beginning,” Casey scoffed. “I was just waiting to see if you were man enough to reveal the truth…that is, before you fucked me. Now I guess I have my answer, huh? You really are a naughty, naughty boy.”
“And what about me?” Josh asked, his harsh tone drawing a purely evil smile to Casey’s lips as she glanced back at him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll still think you’re a nice guy…that is, if you do me a little favor and get a move on it.” Casey’s gaze shifted back to Dylan as he snorted, and she smirked. “So what are you two waiting for? An invitation…or instructions?”
“Instructions?” Dylan chuckled over that, his gaze locking with Josh’s as they shared the moment of amusement. “What do you think, baby brother? You think the little pixie has anything to teach us?”
“No, but there is something I’d surely like to show her.” Josh leaned in close to nibble on Casey neck, making her giggle and squirm so delightfully Dylan thought he might pass out from the pleasure.
“Really?” Casey was back to purring like a little sex kitten as she cast another glance over her shoulder before giving her ass a little shake, making Josh’s grin tighten. “And just what was that?”
“A little humility.”
With that, Dylan jerked back, dragging the throbbing length of his dick down the rippling walls of her sheath before he hammered that promise home with a powerful stroke. He fucked a gasp right out of her and a groan out of Josh.
His brother snarled as his gaze flashed with a dangerously feral look Dylan had never seen before. Not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the pure, white-hot rapture rushing straight up his spine while every drop of his blood pounded downward, making his balls swell painfully tight.
That’s just what Casey was—wondrously, deliriously tight. Tight, wet, and milking every single inch of his dick, her cunt pulsing around him as Dylan pounded into her in an alternating rhythm with his brother. They held that tempo, knowing that it drove Casey completely insane.
She begged. She pleaded. She demanded. All the while she was twisting, flexing, fucking them back, and making them pay for denying her because they were also denying themselves. That grew harder and harder to do.
Dylan’s breath heaved in with labored pants as the sweat began to build up along his spine. The slick slap of their bodies filled the air, along with the rich scent of sex, an intoxicating aroma that threatened to weaken his defenses.
He couldn’t focus. His control was slipping, the need for a release becoming overwhelming, and his reasons for holding back got lost somewhere in the fog of lust thickening in his head. All that mattered in that moment was Casey.
Casey threw her head back into Josh’s chest, and her eyes closed as her swollen, pouty lips parted on another whimper. Lost in her passion, she looked like a goddess, a creature of pure sensuality made for fucking. She certainly had the strength to keep up. Casey had locked her ankles together, pressing them into the small of his back, giving her leverage to keep up with them thrust for thrust. That was just downright sexy.
In that moment, as he gazed down at Casey’s flushed features, all the other nameless, faceless women who had come before were washed away, and all that was left was the certain knowledge that here was the woman who could fulfill all his needs, no matter how dark or dirty they were.
Right then, though, the only thought filling Dylan’s head was the desperate need to come. His balls were on fire, the sensitive length of his cock tingling with a rush he couldn’t help but give in to.
Jerking out of the steady rhythm the three of them had set, Dylan switched beats to match the heavy pound of his brother’s strokes. He could feel the hard press of his brother’s cock as they pounded into Casey’s tight body at the same time. There was barely enough room, and the silken walls of her cunt clung to him as tight and hot as the latex keeping him from feeling her ripple against him skin to skin.
He knew he wasn’t the only one holding on by a thread. Panting and cursing, Josh sounded as though he was strangling on every breath he managed to get out.
“Oh shit. Oh…shit! Oh shit!”
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Dylan would’ve laughed at his brother’s desperate sounding pleas if he hadn’t been silently echoing them. He managed, though, to keep his own cries to himself, fucking himself deep into Casey’s body with snorted grunts that matched her own sexy pants. Her gasps grew shorter and shorter as her nails dug deeper and deeper into his shoulders.
She clung to him as her motions grew more and more frantic. Dylan knew she was close to a release that would surely be stronger than any she’d known before. That’s what he wanted, to permanently mark her as his in such a way that she could never even imagine herself with another man.
He knew he’d won that battle when she finally cried out with her release and it was his name falling from her lips.
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Casey had never felt so good in her entire life as she did right then. She was packed full and being ridden hard, but the ecstasy sweeping through her was sweetened not only by the sheer eroticism of being caught between two hard, hot male bodies or even being used so savagely by them but in knowing that it was Dylan and Josh.
Her heart exploded with her body as she called out to them, needing an end to the agonizing torment of rapture winding through her. It pushed her to the edge of a pinnacle so high she was almost afraid of what would come next, but there was no stopping the rising tide.
It hit her with a glorious brilliance that sent her soul flying high enough to touch the stars, even as her body collapsed, convulsing with a firestorm of rapture that left her whole body buzzing with endless ripples of delight. Still Josh and Dylan continued to pound into her, causing the shudders to condense into another mind-altering wave of ecstasy.
Casey cursed as her worn and sore muscles contracted yet again, forced once more to strain and stretch for release that would surely be the end of her. Then it hit, leaving her clutching at Dylan as her legs clamped tight around his hips as he roared with his own release.
The sound echoed back from behind her as Josh joined them, his dick pulsing as he continued to mindlessly pump it into her ass. It took over a minute for him to wind down. Even then, he wasn’t the slightest bit soft, despite the fact that he was clearly worn out.