Page 34 of His Last Will

Him.

Brodie.

“How wet is she?” My fingers move from her clit and graze her sex.

I slip my fingers into her, the sounds obscene from how wet she is. “She is dripping for us, aren’t you, Ari?”

Ari presses her head against my chest and nods. “Yes,” she says, her voice soft as she tries to push my fingers past her entrance.

“Wonderful,” he hums, “Ari, open your mouth.”

Ari opens her mouth, and Brodie reaches around me, placing his fingers on her tongue. “Now, suck. Get them nice and wet.” Wanting to encourage her, I begin to pump in and out of her wet cunt. Ari whimpers around Brodie’s fingers, wanting more but not being able to ask for it. She uses her hips to grind down on my hand, but the hard press of my thumb on her clit halts her.

Ari whines when Brodie removes his hand from her mouth, not wanting to let go, but he reassures her, “Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll fill your mouth with my cock next.”

A wet finger circles my hole, testing the tightness. Pressing up against my back, I feel the soft fabric of his clothes brush my skin. Brodie being dressed while Ari and I are naked in front of him does something to me. I lean my head back on his shoulder as he pushes past the tight opening with just the tip of his finger. “Relax, brother. Let me in, and I’ll be sure to reward you.” It’s just the tip. The tip of his finger moving in circles, trying to loosen the muscles back there. There is some pain, a tightness, but beneath that, there is an unrelenting need for more. Brodie bites my shoulder as I breathe out, giving me something else to focus on.

“Now, I want you to focus on our girl. Lift Ari up and sit her on your cock while I get you ready for mine.” Grasping her hips between my hands, I lift her up and slam her down on me. Her tight, tight heat feels euphoric. The walls of her cunt squeeze my dick as I push deeper. Pressing her back against the wall, I use it as an anchor to slip even deeper inside.

Caught up in Ari’s tightness, I almost miss the sounds of Brodie spitting. His finger comes back to my hole, and this time pushes further inside with the added slickness. The combination of her spit and his inside of me, mixing, lubing me up, makes me groan as I rut into Ari.

“Shhhh, slow. Take her nice and slow. Let her feel every inch of your fat cock.”

I slow my hips and realize that Brodie is matching the press of his finger to the tempo of my thrusts.

“How does he feel, Ari?”

“Good, so good. I need—” she pants, “—harder. Harder please, Aiden.”

Lunging forward, I take her to the hilt. When I look down, I can see an obscene imprint of my dick pressing just above her navel. Christ, nothing has ever looked more perfect.

Brodie has worked his entire finger into me. He feels around inside of me until he finds my prostate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant, now swinging my hips into Ari. Brodie spits more, right on my hole and starts adding a second finger. Pressure builds inside me as I continue to thrust into Ari. I need a distraction. Slamming my lips down on hers, I suck her tongue into my mouth, claiming her breath as mine.

“You ready for me, baby?”

I grunt in response, not willing to let Ari’s mouth go. Removing his fingers from my ass, I hear Brodie pull his zipper down and take out his cock.

Brodie grabs the lube from the side table and slicks up his shaft. Slowing my hips, I feel his cock nudge my hole, almost testing the openness. Just the pressure from the head of his dick on my asshole has me sweating and shaking. Hell.

Shifting my focus to Ari, I kiss down her neck and squeeze her breast. She is a sight. Flush up against the wall, squirming on my cock. Each thrust has her dripping a puddle onto the floor beneath us.

Brodie works himself into me—determined to fill me—gradually adding an inch at a time, rocking his hips into me.

Feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck, my hole squeezes tighter around his cock as I feel my release start building. He lets out a low groan, pounding into me harder, pushing me deeper into Ari. “Such a slut for my cock in your hole, little nightmare.”

A faint, dark chuckle breaks the moan coming from behind me. It feels almost out of place…

I jolt awake, screaming their names, cum shooting out of my cock as I hump the bed furiously. Fucking hell. Wet dreams are for teenagers, not adults.

That chuckle, it sounded so real and close, like it was in the room with me. Is that what woke me up? Doing a quick scan of my room, I don’t see anything out of place or movement that shouldn’t be happening. Everything is as it should be.

Not bothering to change the sheets in the middle of the night, I roll to the other side of the bed and stare at the ceiling. A longing for what I dreamt to be real punches me in the gut. Not used to wanting something that I can never have, I fling my arm over my eyes and embrace the darkness.

But the echoes of that chuckle still ring in my ears.

I can’t knock the sensation that someone was watching me.

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