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Look, I know they are brothers. But,fuck.Seeing them like this, fighting and sweaty, oozing male dominance all over the place. It makes me hot as hell. Literally. My body suddenly feels as though the heater is on and I can feel my skin flushing. My clit begins to throb in my panties and I can tell I’m getting wet,again. In fact, I can’t think of a time when I’ve been in their presence and not been turned on, at least to some degree.
Gage bucks his hips up, trying to throw his brother off of him. Maddox throws his fist back, preparing to hit Gage right in the face. Gage brings an arm up to block his brother’s hit right at the last second, seeming to know his moves before Madd even makes them. Gage shoots his legs up in a move showing way more flexibility than a man his size should possess and locks his legs around Maddox’s throat, before thrusting once again, sending Maddox sprawling backward. And in less than 10 seconds, they’ve switched positions and Gage is now on top of Maddox. The gasp I held in is now turning into a low moan, in the back of my throat.
At this point, I’ve completely forgotten why I came up in the first place. The only thing I can think about is how badly I want to be between the Luna brothers right now. They are slick with sweat, both of them sporting minor injuries. Maddox has blood trickling down his chin from a split lip. They both have red marks and even some bruises already forming on their bodies. But holy hell, they have never looked hotter.
Maddox taps Gage’s knee and Gage rolls off of his brother, breathing deeply and dropping onto his back next to him. Madd flops his arms out to his sides, laying like starfish and panting heavily. The shows over and I suddenly find myself sad to not be able to watch them go a few more rounds.
“Like the show, Cariño?” Gage asks, making me jump. I drag my eyes away from their damp bodies and find them both looking at me, wearing matching grins.Assholes.
I straighten my spine and pick my jaw up off the floor, pretending to not be affected by the whole sexy boxer thing they’ve got going. I cross my arms over my chest, needing to cover my rock-hard nipples, but also needing protection from their all too knowing gazes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say coolly, feigning nonchalance as I shrug my shoulders.
Maddox hops up from his spot on the ground and saunters over to me with a panty-melting, dimply smirk on his face. He reaches his hand up, rubbing the back of his finger across my cheek as he murmurs, “Your beautiful pink cheeks would say otherwise.”
My eyes close of their own accord, relishing in the warmth of his body near me and his skin on mine. It feels as though my entire being, down to my cells, comes alive under their attention and I find myself leaning into his touch.
“What’s got you all hot and bothered, baby girl? Is it the fact that we’re shirtless and sweaty? Or is it the sight of me and my brother down on the mats?” Maddox says, voice gruff.
I don’t have a chance to answer before I feel another body press in against my back, molding to me like a second skin. My body goes from heated to a raging inferno the moment Gage steps into my space. He places his large, firm hands on my hips and gives them a squeeze as he crowds me from behind, pushing me forward and caging me between him and his brother.
“Or are you over here picturing yourself down on the mats with my brother and me? Naked, drenched in sweat, and writhing between us?” Gage whispers against my ear, sending a flurry of goosebumps across my body. I suddenly feel weak in the knees between these two powerful men and only Gage's hold on my hips and Maddox’s on my face keep me in place.
“Are your panties a dripping mess thinking about us sharing you?” Gage continues when I remain silent.
What the hell would I even say?Yes, yes, and more yes!I shiver at his question and he chuckles against my ear before running his tongue along the shell of it. I fight to keep a moan in at the incredible feeling of his warm mouth on my body. My hands drop from my chest and I brace myself on Maddox’s toned hips, using his support to keep me from teetering forward. I feel dizzy, faint, and overheated and it has fuck all to do with the injuries I’m sporting.
“Respondeme Cariño,” Gage demands, but I can’t.
I cannot physically make myself utter a single word right now with both of their hands on me. I can barely form a coherent thought. The most I can muster is a weak whimper causing Maddox to quietly laugh, sending his hot breath skittering across my face.
“I think we should find out, brother,” Maddox says as his hand leaves my cheek and ever so slowly glides down my entire body.
I’m too afraid to move, speak, or breathe. Too afraid to open my eyes and break the spell that I’m under, trapped between the two of them. Maddox’s hand continues down, past the borrowed sweatshirt, gliding lower and lower until he reaches the drawn hem of his sweats that I’m wearing. He pauses as if giving me a moment to protest if I want to, but I won’t. I don’t want to stop even a second of this.
I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn’t want this, them. I know my body shouldn’t feel like a live wire under their hands, especially after everything I’ve been through. But I do and it does. I feel more alive than I have in my entire life. I feel bold and brazen, not weak and scared. I feel desired and attractive and not at all like a pawn in a game. With them, I want more.
More, more, more.
It’s that thought that causes my eyes to spring open. I lock them with Maddox’s, showing him with my gaze alone that I’m in this moment with him, that I’m here for this and I don’t want them to stop. He grins and winks approvingly as he unties the sweats while keeping his eyes on me.
“I think it’s your turn to feel her dripping cunt, Gage. I can’t be selfish with our girl, now can I?” Madd murmurs.
I don’t miss the fact that he just called metheir girland the title makes me gasp.Gage, who’s been continuing his assault on my ear this whole time, smiles against my flesh, making me shiver again. He licks up the side of my neck while he removes his hand from my hip and slides it to the front of my body, dipping smoothly into my pants. He moans softly in my ear when he realizes I don’t have any panties on.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he grunts as he teases the outer lips of my bare pussy. “Did you know our naughty girl is walking around this house with no panties to cover this perfect fuckin pussy?”
Maddox grins and chuckles again, because yes, he knew. I need new, clean panties here, along with some of my clothes, but I’m too busy dying from their hands on my body to vocalize that. Gage rubs his fingers gently over my swollen and throbbing pussy, teasing me.
“She’s sopping, Madd. She’s so fucking wet, it’s dripping down her thighs,” Gage grunts, before sliding his thick finger along my seam, parting my pussy lips and gliding against what I know is a very wet mess. “Do you want to cum, baby? And you better use that smart mouth of yours to give me your words this time.”
“Yes,” I immediately whisper breathlessly, knowing there is no fighting my urge to respond to his commands.
“Una chica tan buena,” he praises softly in my ear. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you, yeah?” he questions, pausing his movements as he waits for my confirmation. I nod vehemently, closing my eyes and dropping my head back onto Gage’s shoulder.
I’m so goddamned turned on, I couldn’t stop this for anything right now. And even if it did hurt, I still wouldn’t say anything. These men have no idea that I need the pain to stay present. That sweet and soft and gentle is a surefire way to lose me in a sexual encounter, no matter how badly I may want to be aware. The only way I can even get myself off on the rare occasions I’ve tried, is to be overly aggressive with myself, pinching my nipples until they burn or biting my lip until it bleeds.
Gage slides a finger through my sopping folds, collecting the wetness, before finding my clit with expert precision. He roughly circles it a few times with the pad of his thumb right before plunging his long, thick finger into my drenched pussy. I moan, loudly, at the intrusion. The slight sting from the torn and bruised flesh no match for the overwhelming pleasure I feel. I would be embarrassed for my reaction if it wasn’t for the boys groaning in approval.
