by SM Olivier
Before I could answer him, he captured my lips. His lips weren’t gentle or as exploring as they had been last night. Today, he was demanding a response. He wanted to stake a claim and let me know how turned on he was.
As he continued kissing me, I felt hands caressing my feet, then my calves. “So much muscle,” Wyatt hummed appreciatively. “So strong and beautiful.” His hands trailed the inside of my knees, and I jumped at the unexpected pleasure it brought. His hands continued to trace feather-light caresses up the inside of my thighs. I opened my legs up with no shame.
I heard him tsk at me as his lips hovered over my thighs and felt the heat of his breath. Combined with his knowing touch, it was driving me insane. I drove my hips up and off the bed.
“Tell us what you want, baby,” Corbin insisted once more. “Tell us how far you want us to go. This is all about you.”
“I need you both naked,” I gasped. “I want Wyatt’s fingers in me, and his mouth on my clit. I need you biting and sucking on my nipples.”
“That’s what we wanted to hear, sweetheart,” Wyatt hummed in approval moments before I felt the cool air on me and my underwear being removed.
I heard Corbin groan, and my head turned to see him shucking off his clothing, not caring where they landed. “Tell me how she tastes,” Corbin licked his lips seconds before I felt Wyatt give me a broad stroke of his tongue.
I cried out, my eyes closing, my hips arching up towards his mouth. My body was on fire. I needed to quench this thirst within me. They were the only ones capable of doing that right now.
Wyatt moaned against me, the vibrations of his mouth made my clit throb in pleasure and pain. “So good,” Wyatt finally stated after several strokes of his skillful tongue. “She’s so wet for us, feel her, Corbin.”
Wyatt shifted, so his mouth was latched sideways on my clit. He alternated between flicking his tongue on my nub and circling it. Before his words could sink in, I felt Corbin insert a finger in me.
He hissed out, and I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with passion and desire. “She is so damn tight too.” He bit his lip before he slipped another finger inside me. I felt myself stretching against his fingers, sucking him into my body. He groaned out a mixture of pleasure and pain. He pumped them in and out as Wyatt continued his ministrations. “Her tight little cunt will milk us dry.”
Wyatt’s hum of pleasure and Corbin’s dirty words elicited another carnal response in me.
I was shocked to feel the build of tension in my lower belly so soon. I moaned out my pleasure. “Please,” I whimpered.
“Your wish is my command,” Corbin growled as he curled his fingers up. His fingers found my G-spot. It was something I had only heard of but thought it was too elusive and challenging to find. As his fingers expertly circled that special place, I felt the pressure inside build to astronomical proportions.
I had only ever known the gentle build to a delicious release up until this moment. When the tight ball of pressure unwound, it wasn’t a calm ball unraveling. It was more like an explosion. An explosion akin to fireworks, firing off behind my eyelids. I screamed out my orgasm, seeing the bright colors fill my vision.
I heard them both groan out in pleasure as Corbin gently withdrew his fingers from me. He immediately placed his lips on mine, sipping from my lips as if he were tasting a fine wine. Wyatt put his whole mouth on me once more, gently licking my juices from between my thighs. When his tongue touched my clit, I shuddered and whimpered.
My whole body was shaking from the after-effects of the delicious release. When some of the tremblings subsided, I pulled my lips from Corbin’s and nuzzled his neck like a contented kitten, purring against his throat.
“I want to return the favor,” I informed him before climbing down his body.
I admired his body as I settled between his thighs.
“This was about you, baby,” Corbin feebly protested.
“I want to do this,” I insisted before I looked over my shoulder at Wyatt. “I want you to take me from behind Wy,” I looked at him through heavy lids.
My body was humming with exquisite languidness, but I was still hungry for more. Having both of them work to bring me pleasure filled me with a sense of thirst I feared would never be quenched.
“Are you sure, Ave?” Wyatt asked, suddenly the man I was accustomed to and not the demanding lover I had known just moments ago.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation as I took Corbin’s cock into my hands. He hissed as I felt his warm, smooth flesh jump between my fingers.
It almost felt like an out-of-body experience. I couldn’t believe I had my hands wrapped around Corbin. He was Trevor’s older brother! A part of me was fully aware that we were adults, but the other part of me still couldn’t believe that this was Corbin, the boy and teenager I’d grown up with. For a brief second, I couldn’t separate our past from the present. Sure, we’d played games and hung out, but it had been some time since I considered him a friend. As we got older, we’d grown apart, and he was just “my boyfriend's older brother.”
He gasped my name, yanking me from my astonishing thoughts.
I licked him several times, hoping to lubricate him before stroking him up and down. He really was an impressive size. He continued to make sounds in the back of his throat with each stroke down his steel length. I looked at him through my eyes lashes as I finally lowered my mouth down on him.
He bucked against me, groaning out my name, a sound between a prayer and an entreaty. I tried to fit his whole length into my mouth, opening my throat up wide as I felt the tip of him hit the back. I pushed down further, feeling the tears enter my eyes as I tried to take more of him down.
I felt Wyatt’s reverent hands on my hips, his thighs against my own. I released Corbin’s cock from my mouth and looked over my shoulder and noticed Wyatt was sliding a condom down his length. He pushed the tip of himself in me, and I nearly gasped. He was thick. I could feel him deliciously stretch me out as he pressed inside me further. I knew he wasn’t entirely in before he hissed out a curse.
“You weren’t lying, bro,” he hissed out. “I don’t think I felt anything tighter in my life,” he cursed out softly.
His words only incited me. I felt…enpowered and inflamed by his words. I pushed my hips back into him as I went back to work, sucking on Corbin, up and down. I felt his hand tangled in my hair as Wyatt groaned out in pleasure.
Wyatt was so thick, and he was stretching me full. I knew he was waiting for me to get used to his size, but I was almost wild with desire. I needed more. I leaned forward and then slammed back on him. I heard him curse before he began to drive into me with long, deep strokes. With every thrust of his hips forward, I pressed down on Corbin's cock.
I relished the feel of us as we worked in perfect symphony, finding a rhythm that pleased us all. I could think of nothing but the feeling of Corbin in my mouth and Wyatt’s full, deep thrust as he learned my body. Wyatt gripped my hips with the perfect amount of gentleness and strength.
“Holy shit,” Corbin bit out. “I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” Wyatt groaned out. He leaned forward, bracing my hips with one hand while his arm reached around me. My still sensitive clit throbbed and jumped as his fingers knew precisely which moves to take me to the edge once more.
“Do you want to spit or swallow, baby?” Corbin said in a strained voice.
“Let me taste all of you, give me every drop,” I mewled around him as Wyatt's hips began to slam into me. His movements were frantic and wild, while his fingers rubbed out a rhythm my body seemed to recognize.
With a few more flicks of his fingers, I was pushed off the edge and spiraling down the abyss once more. I moaned as Corbin roared out his release. His cum nearly choked me as I found my own surrender. I quickly sucked him down as Wyatt continued to drive into me a few more times.
“Oh Avery,” he cried out as I felt him buck against me. He grabbed both of my hips almost painfully as he drove into me
a few more times.
When he collapsed on top of me, I finally collapsed myself. I laid my head on Corbin's firm thigh, trying to catch my breath. I could feel the subtle sheen of sweat clinging to our bodies. My limbs quivered with the aftershocks of the mind-blowing sex I’d just had with my childhood friends, turned now into…partners…lovers?
Corbin reached down and began to gently push my hair off of my face. My scalp tingled at his touch, having always been sensitive to my hair being played with. Goosebumps erupted across my skin as I moaned in pleasure.
I felt Wyatt finally shift slightly off of me. His fingers lazily drew against my sensitive post-coitus skin.
“Is this okay?” Wyatt suddenly asked as I felt him tense beside me.
I felt Corbin tense, too, and I was confused for a moment. I then recalled the words I’d told them, how I hated cuddling after sex. It was true. It always felt too intimate, too wrong, like a great big lie. But with them it was different. It felt too right.
“More than okay,” I said with a yawn. “I’ve never done that before.” My eyelids suddenly felt heavy.
“Made lo−” Corbin started to say in amusement before he hastily corrected himself. “Had sex with two men?”
I laughed as I shifted my arm to trace his other thigh with my nails. I heard him hiss and felt his skin twitch beneath my fingertips. “That too,” I said dryly. “What I meant to say was I’ve never orgasmed so closely together.”
“Never?” Wyatt asked incredulously.
“Nope.” I yawned once more. “Sometimes I would have sex eight, nine times a week, and if I was lucky, I might orgasm once.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Corbin inquired with a frown in his voice. “That much sex and only one orgasm. Was he…were they five-minute men?”
I shook my head. “No,” I said, suddenly feeling awkward about talking about my past sex life with two men that I’d just had sex with—one of which was the brother of my ex. Was there a period of waiting that should be observed, I thought? Or should I never talk about it?
“Talk to us, Ave,” Wyatt urged gently. “We all have a past, and as long as we’re not bragging or criticizing each other, it’s good for us to know what you like, and you should know what we like.”
“Sometimes it felt like we spent hours in bed,” I finally said after much deliberation. “Him lasting was rarely the issue. It was me not being able to respond. I’m broken. Don’t be surprised if I can’t come next time. And I’m okay with that, though. It felt really, really nice.”
I heard Corbin scoff while Wyatt laughed, placing a kiss on my shoulder. “You’re not broken, sweetheart,” Wyatt soothed. “In fact, your body is very responsive. I liken sex to music. If you don’t play the rights notes, the song will never sound right. But if you learn to read the sheet music and continue practicing, a symphony can be made.”
I smiled; leave it to the musician to correlate music to making love. “Do you still sing and play, Wyatt?” I suddenly asked as I closed my eyes, lulled to slumber by Corbin’s hands in my hair and Wyatt’s fingers tracing my back. The warmth of their bodies surrounding me made me feel like I was in a cocoon.
“Yep. Do you want me to play for you sometime?” Wyatt sounded pleased by my question.
I think I mumbled a response, but I wasn’t sure. Sleep had pulled me under.
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I didn’t know how long I slept, all I knew was the next time I blinked, my eyes opened to a dusky room. I tried to seek out the source of what had woken me. Corbin and Wyatt were still in bed with me. I was cradled on Corbin's chest, and his arm was still embracing my head, his fingers weaved through my hair. Wyatt was pressed to my back, and his leg was draped over my thighs, with his arms wrapped around my waist.
I heard the slamming of a door and a loud feminine yell. Then a softer, quieter, male voice. I was still trying to figure it all out when our door was flung open. I cried out in surprise. Both men stirred beside me.
Emery’s mouth popped open before a cruel laugh escaped her. I saw her eyes narrow, and jealousy and cruelness lurked in the depths. “I always knew you were a slut.”
I was still stunned by her presence in my doorway, and I was thankful someone had draped us in sheets.
“Says the girl who stole her sister's fiance and who pledged her sorority by giving all the frat boys blow jobs.” Corbin's voice was thick with sleep, but as I looked at him above me, his eyes remained closed. “Get out of here, Em. Avery doesn’t need your brand of poisoning. You already did enough.” He kissed the top of my head and gently squeezed me.
“Sorry, guys,” I heard Easton say.
I startled, feeling my cheeks redden. It was one thing to be caught like this by my sister, but something entirely different being found like this by Easton.
“She burst in while I was bathing Isa and she wouldn’t leave,” he said, standing behind Emery. “I guess we need to lock our doors around here. Now, please leave, Emery.” His voice was clipped, stern. So not like his usual demeanor.
“What did you do to Trevor?” Emery ignored them, her gaze on me still.
“Get out of here, Em,” Wyatt sat up, making sure the sheet stayed draped on Corbin and me. “Why are you such a miserable bitch? You wanted Trevor. You got him. You win. It’s too bad he doesn’t love you like you thought he would, but it’s nothing to do with us.”
“He’s not eating again, and it’s your fault, Avery! He won’t even let me…help him!” Emery shrieked out like a wild banshee, causing Isa to cry out in displeasure from the other room. Easton gave Em a dirty look and left to go to the baby.
“Not my problem,” I deadpanned. “You wanted him. Have him. Why are you so worried about him, when just this morning you were scheming on how to get Axel, Corbin, Wyatt, Easton, and Kingston in bed?”
I heard the two men scoff in disbelief.
“Trevor was always mine!” she hissed, her face turning red. “You’ve always wanted what I wanted. That’s why you chased after Corbin and Wyatt next. You’re just so desperate for my scraps, aren’t you?”
Corbin and Wyatt laughed as they looked at each other.
“You chased, but we never wanted you. In order for us to be your scraps, you would have had to have us first,” Corbin said cruelly. “The sad thing is, Emery, you’ve never been satisfied with what you had. You’ve always hated being a twin. You hated sharing the spotlight, and then it grew into something poisonous. Once you realized Avery was perfectly capable of surviving without you and was able to forge her own path, that still wasn’t enough. Your obsession with Avery is unhealthy. You leave toxicity everywhere you go, and the sad thing is, you have no interest in recognizing your own failures. You need to work on that or you’ll never be happy.”
“Now, please leave,” Wyatt stated. “This is the last time we’re going to ask you nicely. The next time I will be removing you forcefully.”
Emery huffed and turned on her heel before whirling towards me once more. “This isn’t over, and you best believe I’m going to tell Aunt Pam and Aunt Carol you’re screwing both boys.”
I felt my face pale, and she smiled smugly, knowing she got me. Almost.
I lifted my chin. “Go for it. They already can’t believe half the words that come out of your mouth. You have lied so much and so often, I’m not even sure you know what the truth is anymore.”
“We’ll see,” she scoffed before turning away once more, passing Easton who’d come back into the room.
“Well, she’s a delightful woman isn’t see?” he said dryly as he situated Isa on his shoulder. She was dressed in just a blanket.
I looked over at the clock. It was nearly dinner time. “Holy crap! Was Isa awake when you got here? I should have fed her an hour ago.”
Easton shook his head and smiled at me. “I came back a couple of hours ago, and she was still sound asleep. I went and got some milk from Steph and came back. I woke her, and she ate like a champ.” He placed Isa on the bed.
“Hey
, pretty baby,” I cooed as I sat up. “Were you a good girl for…Easton?” I asked. She was wide awake and very alert. It warmed me to see the color returning to her face.
“Uncle Easton,” Easton said gruffly. He was shifting uncomfortably, and I looked down to realize the sheets had pooled at my lap. I squeaked, reddening once more.
Wyatt and Corbin laughed at my expense, and I glared at them.
Wyatt shrugged. “What? It’s Easton. He’s a doctor, it’s not the first time he’s seen a pair of tits.”
“Not all tits are the same,” I huffed.
Easton actually let out a cough of laughter. “So true, and I have to tell you, Ave, you have the best I’ve ever seen.”
I gaped at his unnatural forwardness.
“I’m gonna get our little girl here some clothes and a diaper. Get dressed, Avery. You skipped breakfast and lunch. You can’t skip dinner, too,” Easton commanded before he whistled out of the room.
“He’s rarely bossy.” Corbin laughed at my dumbfounded look. “If he gets bossy, it only means he cares.”
“You know he likes you, right, Ave?” Wyatt asked tentatively as I extracted myself from the bed, resituating Isa so she now laid further down the bed.
I looked over at him, unsure how to respond. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“And how do you feel about him?” Corbin gently probed.
“Besides the fact that he’s scary smart and sweet?” I hedged. I was usually timid after sex. I trained in gymnastics for years and had no compunction jumping, flipping, and everything else in miniscule fabric, but completely nude, I felt self-conscious.
I was surprised to see my duffel bag and several of my shopping bags piled in the corner near my dresser. Now that I could look at the room better, I noticed the king-sized bed I’d just left and the two nightstands on either side. A large vanity, complete with a dresser, was across from the bed between the bedroom door and a closed door which I padded over to. I found a small tiled bathroom with a stand-up shower, small vanity, and toilet.