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All day, I’ve been thinking about Breckin. He was there all day, my sweet rock. Even when I regurgitated my disastrous college experience, he was there. He listened and held me. He didn’t leave or mock me, didn’t tell me I was overreacting or over emotional, he held me, told me all the things I’ve never been able to tell myself.
Then there’s Brendan, the man who can make me laugh, forget about all my problems, and consume my entirety. It’s like he knows all the secrets to my body, even the ones I have yet to discover.
Taking my hand, he leads me to the oversized, walk-in shower, Breckin keeping pace right with us as he grabs a stack of wash clothes and sets them on a shelf in the shower. A thin strip of silver and tan accent tiles cut through the large, black tiles defining the shower that’s spacious enough for at least five people.Two rain showerheads and several jets stream hot water from above, but it’s nothing compared to the heat simmering between us.
They both kiss me, my lips, my neck, and shoulders. I’m dizzy with desire, my legs wobbly as I hold on to them both for support. My chest heaves as fat drops of water cascade off Breckin’s chest, down his washboard abs. I lick my lips.
I need him, both of them. But first, I want to show him how much I appreciate everything he has done for me the last few days. Grabbing a washcloth, I pour soap on it, then start lathering his smooth chest. The strong, musky scent of body wash fills the air, fueling my desire with its woodsy notes. Along his pecs and broad shoulders, I take my time as I scrub over the defined muscles.
He stills, his eyes full of desire as he blocks the jets from hitting me. His abs flex as I run the soapy cloth over them. His biceps bulge as I wash every inch of his arms. He groans as I drop to my knees. Glancing up, I catch his eyes, the emotion in them enough to take my breath away. I look over my shoulder at his brother. Leaning against the wall, blocking the other set of jets, he smirks, that mischievous smile begging me to keep going.
Starting with his feet, I scrub every muscular inch of Breckin’s leg, all the way up to his hip. He groans, biting his bottom lip as my hot breath hits his hard dick. Leaning down, I repeat the process with his other leg. When I finish, I grab his dick with the soapy cloth, stroking up and down his length as I stare up into his eyes. His chest heaves, his muscles all flexing, yet his eyes never leave mine.
I drop the cloth. It lands on the floor with a splat as hot water rains down on us from overhead. They cascade in a stream over his chest, washing the suds away. I continue stroking until all the soap is gone. Knowing his brother is watching, I exaggerate my movements.
I slow my strokes, kiss one side of his deeply defined ‘v’ muscles, then the other. His dick pulses in my hand. I swirl my tongue around the bulbous tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. As I glance over at Brendan, I take the smooth, curved top into my mouth. He groans, reaching down to grab his hard erection. I shake my head no.
His hand falls to his side, a groan leaving his mouth as his eyes roam up and down my body.
I wink, then focus my attention back on the task in front of me.
These men are mine. They’ve given me all of themselves, cared for me when I needed it most, seen me at my worst and stayed. Now, they’re getting all of me, everything I can give them.
Opening my mouth wide, I take him as deep as I can. They both groan, Breckin’s hands tangling in my hair. It’s empowering. Knowing that they want me just as badly as I need them intensifies all of my emotions.
As I start bobbing my head up and down, they both moan. Tangling his hands tighter, Breckin sets my pace, guiding me in long, slow strokes. As I grip his hard ass cheeks and swirl my tongue around his length like he’s my favorite salty snack, his hands knot tighter. With every stroke, he comes a little more undone. His breathing comes in short, erratic bursts. He groans my name, curses spewing from his mouth when I cup his balls.
Starting with his calves, his entire body flexes. “Fuck, Asra,” he groans, his grip tightening even more on my hair as warm, salty cum spews down the back of my throat.
Sucking him harder, I swallow every drip. When he’s finished, I peer up at him through my wet lashes. Hunched over, he pants, placing one arm on the shower wall for support. I place a kiss on the inside of his thigh, watching as he shakes, then I turn toward his brother.
Brendan reaches his hand out, helping me stand. Before I’ve even found my footing, his lips are on mine, his hard dick digs into my stomach.
“Your turn,” I breathe in his ear when we part for air.
That cocky smirk graces his lips as he spreads his arms out wide. Grabbing a new washcloth, I take my time lathering it up with soap. My newfound confidence begs me to take my time, draw out every reaction from him that I can. That mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes, yet he remains still, not saying a single thing as though he knows the game I’m playing. When the cloth is completely covered in suds, I run it along his shoulders. He remains unmoved as I wash his arms, then turn my attention to his chest. As soap covers the soft curls of blond hair on his chest, I run my fingers along the bumpy surface. Bumpy, not smooth like his brother’s. I glance up in time to see him standing completely still, barely breathing.
When I drop to my knees, he runs his fingers through my hair, down to my neck. Cupping my chin with one hand, he brings his hard dick straight to my lips.
“Come on, Prude, no more teasing,” he almost growls.
Instead of taking him all, I lick all the way up his shaft, then swirl my tongue around his tip.
“Fuck.” He tilts his head back and squeezes my chin harder.
Like the strongest drugs, his reactions are intoxicating. My heart races. My body burns hot with desire. For the moment, I’m glad I’m on my knees and don’t have to worry about trying to stand. I swirl my tongue around him one more time before taking him all in. He groans. His fingers wrap around my neck, his thumb stroking up and down the length while I bob up and down. His other hand tangles in my hair, controlling my pace.
I’m so turned on, a single touch and I might combust. He thrusts his hips in long strokes, his movements unrelenting. I latch on to his thighs, knowing this time, I am not in charge. He is. He thrusts into my mouth at a quick pace. Tightening his grasp, he cuts off my air until I almost cannot breathe. Completely at his mercy, I stare up at him. It’s heady, giving him full reign over my body, knowing it’s a high only he can deliver.
Water beads down his chest as he continues to fuck my mouth, increasing his pace. “Fuck, Prude. That’s it, take all of it.” He thrusts in even deeper. I nearly choke. My eyes water. He thrusts again, just as deep before his hands tighten around my neck and hair even more. My pulse beats so heavily between my ears, it drowns out even the roar of the shower. I cry out around his dick as his warm cum shoots down my throat.
His grip relaxes, and I pant for air. Before I collapse, four hands hold me up, picking me upright. I sway on wobbly legs as they hold me steady. Brendan’s rough lips collide with my bruised ones not even caring that his taste lingers in my mouth. His kiss is rough, possessive as his twin tenderly kisses my neck. Breckin’s hard body presses against my back, his thick erection rubbing my ass. I moan into his brother’s mouth.
“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear, “you look so good with my brother’s dick in your mouth. But now, it’s our turn.”
“I bet you’re gonna look even hotter coming on my cock as we hold you up between us.”
I whimper, my knees nearly giving out.
