His tone makes something flutter deep inside me. I obey.
I sink down, inch by inch, until I feel Asher's cock stretch me, thick and unrelenting. The angle is brutal in the best way,spearing so deep I choke on a moan, my fingers curling against his thighs as I take all of it.
"That's it," Asher growls into my ear, the words rough. "Good girl."
His praise sinks into my spine like lightning, and when he pulls me flush against him, buried inside me fully, I shudder, hips twitching, thighs shaking.
Then Kayden steps forward.
His cock presses to my lips, hot and velvet-soft. "I've dreamed of this," he whispers, voice ragged. "Dreamed of watching you between us. My cock in your mouth, my brother inside your pussy. I'm going to fill that perfect mouth, sunshine. Deep. And when I come, you'll swallow every fucking drop."
He fists my hair, not cruel but firm, and I meet his eyes, my green fire to his midnight storm.
I lean forward and lick the tip, slow and teasing.
His breath hitches.
I take more. Inch by inch. Until the head slides past my lips, and he groans low in his chest.
Asher doesn't move yet. He holds me still, letting me settle, allowing me to feel them both. The fullness. The pressure. The raw, primal tension between us.
Then he starts to thrust.
Up. Down.
Each movement deliberate, controlled, perfectly timed. He doesn't pound, but claims instead. There's a difference. With every thrust, every grind, he builds the tension higher, winding me tighter like a wire ready to snap.
Kayden's hips rock forward, shallow at first, guiding the rhythm with his grip in my hair. He's fucking my mouth slow and steady, careful to match Asher's pace. His free hand braces against the wall behind us.
They move together. In sync.
Asher thrusts up into me, deeper, harder, his grip tightening until I feel the bruises blooming under his fingers.
Kayden's grip shifts, his fingers wrapped tight in my hair, controlling the tilt of my head to angle him deeper.
I can barely breathe.
I don't want to.
I want this—their rhythm, their command, their weight crashing into me from both ends. My body theirs in this moment.
I moan around Kayden, gag once, tears stinging my eyes, and he pulls back instantly, giving me a beat to breathe. His thumb swipes under my eye.
"Look at me." His voice is husky, his cock throbbing in his hand as he waits. "I'm going to throatfuck you now. Unless you tell me no."
I look up at him, lips parted, spit-slick and aching.
And then I open wider.
Answer given.
Kayden moves fast, one hand braced, the other guiding himself back to my lips. He sinks in deep, the thick head of his cock pressing past the back of my throat.
My gag reflex kicks in, a brief spasm tightening my throat, but I breathe through it, and then he's deeper still.
"Fuuuuck," Kayden groans, eyes rolling back as his hips grind forward. "So deep in you, sunshine. You swallow me so good. Fuck, it's tight."
His voice is raw, unraveling. The rhythm of his thrusts builds—sliding back, then driving deep again, until I can feel every thick inch filling my throat, claiming me in a way that would be too much, if it didn't feel so right in the moment.
