This is really happening.
I let two rugged cowboys strip me naked in a barn. I letthem edge me until I was crying and begging. I let them share me—mouth and pussy at the same time—like it was the most natural thing in the world. And God help me, I loved every second of it.
Mason shifts onto the blankets beside me, pulling me gently down until I’m draped half over his chest. Brookes finally slips out of me with a wet sound that makes my cheeks burn. I feel the immediate rush of the rest of his cum leaking from my swollen folds, sliding down my thigh. Brookes settles behind me, curling his big body around mine so I’m safely sandwiched between them. His hand strokes over my hip, then slides down to cup my messy pussy possessively, holding me there like he’s proud of the way they’ve marked me.
“How do you feel, Janey?” Mason asks softly, his fingers combing through my tangled hair.
I swallow against my slightly raw throat. “Like… like I’ve been hit by a freight train made of pure pleasure.”
A shy laugh bubbles out of me and Mason’s mouth curves.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I whisper, more to myself than them. “I let you… both of you…”
Brookes chuckles against the back of my neck, the sound vibrating through me. “You didn’t only let us. You begged so pretty when we had you right on the edge… crying for it.”
Heat floods my face, but the memory sends another weak throb through my core. I do remember. I remember the way their mouths and fingers kept bringing me so close only to pull away, leaving me shaking and desperate. The praise that poured from them the whole time—good girl, so pretty, so wet, taking us so well—fed every last scrap of mygood-girl conditioning.
“I’ve never…” I bite my lip, searching for the words. “I’ve never let go like that before or felt anything that intense. It was terrifying… and amazing.”
Mason’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at me. “That’s what we wanted for you, sweetheart. A night to remember. No holding back. Feeling everything we could give you.”
A night.
The words settle in my chest with a strange mix of relief and disappointment. This was supposed to be an impulsive interlude. A secret I could tuck away and pull out on lonely nights when my boring, safe life felt too small. But lying here between their warm, solid bodies with Mason’s heartbeat regular under my cheek, and Brookes’s arm heavy and protective around my waist, it doesn’t feel like an experience I can neatly file away and forget.
The thought makes the spot behind my ribs ache, but before I can spiral, Brookes’s fingers dip back between my legs, sliding through the slick mess of his own cum leaking from me. He gathers it on two thick digits and pushes them slowly back inside my tender pussy, fucking his release deeper with lazy strokes.
I gasp as my hips twitch in response. “Brookes…”
“We’re not done with you yet, darlin’,” he murmurs against my ear, voice dark with renewed hunger. “Moon’s still up. We still have time to make sure this pretty cunt remembers exactly who filled it the best.”
Mason’s hand slides from my belly to my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me whimper. “That’s right, sweet Janey. We’re not letting you come down yet. We’re gonna edge you one more time. Make you earnyour next orgasm while we watch you fall apart again.”
My body, already exhausted, lights up like a struck match. A fresh gush of wetness coats Brookes’s fingers. God, I’m shameless. They’ve already wrecked me, and I’m still aching for more.
They move with that effortless coordination that makes my head spin. Mason rolls me onto my back while Brookes stays behind my head, guiding my arms up so I’m stretched out between them like an offering. Mason settles between my spread thighs, his broad shoulders holding me open. He doesn’t dive in right away. Instead, he blows a cool stream of air over my swollen, slick pussy, making me shiver and clench.
“Look at this pretty mess,” Mason says, his voice slow with appreciation. His fingers spread my folds wide, exposing me completely to both their gazes, and I blush scarlet at what I must look like. Swollen from use, dripping cream. Mason confirms it. “Our little princess is still dripping with your load, Brookes.”
Then he looks up at me, fixing me with his pretty eyes. “Gonna add mine soon, sweetheart. But first… you’re gonna beg for it.”
Brookes leans down, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss while Mason starts teasing me with the pad of his finger, avoiding my clit entirely. Every time I try to rock up for more pressure, he pulls back, leaving me whining into Brookes’s mouth.
“Please,” I gasp when Brookes finally lets me breathe. “Mason... Please—”
“Not yet,” Mason growls, nipping the inside of my thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re gonna ride Brookes’s face while I watch. Then maybe, if you’re good, we’ll bothfuck you again.”
They flip me again, manhandling me like I weigh nothing, this time so I’m straddling Brookes’s face. He grips my hips and pulls me down firmly onto his waiting mouth. I’m conscious of my weight, unfamiliar with this position, but he grips my thighs and pulls them closer, burying his face like he’s hoping to be smothered. His tongue is relentless, lapping broad and wet through my folds, sucking gently on my clit, then pushing inside me to taste me. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating me fill the barn as I close my eyes and circle my hips, slipping back into the well of pleasure I almost drowned in.
Mason kneels beside us, one hand stroking his hardening cock, the other reaching out to pinch and roll my nipples. “That’s it, pretty girl. Grind on his tongue. Let him taste you.”
I moan as sensations curl tightly and Mason chuckles. “You're such a dirty little thing… letting two brothers share your sweet pussy all night.”
“Yes,” I gasp. I am. A dirty girl. A bad girl. A naughty girl.Their good girl.
I’m sobbing again within minutes, hips rolling desperately over Brookes’s face while Mason edges my breasts with sharp pinches and soothing licks. Every time my thighs start to shake, and my breathing turns ragged, Brookes slows or pulls back to keep me hanging right on the edge. Mason praises me constantly, telling me how beautiful I look riding his brother’s tongue, how perfect my tits are when they bounce, and how he loves watching me lose control.
When I’m a shaking, pleading mess, they switch again.
