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I stare open-mouthed at the cock Liam's revealed. He takes hold of it at the root and squeezes, and I swear I almost come at the sight of him alone. It looks like he's wielding a weapon, but fuck, he could club me to death with that thing anytime. I want to laugh because, in comparison, Brad's cock was a wiener. No wonder our sex life was so dry. I bet Liam's never had bad sex in his life.
"You're looking at my cock like…I don't know what," he says, smirking.
"Maybe she's never seen a cock that big," Callum mouths against my ear. "You wanna touch it, Bethany? Make sure it's real?"
Liam grins and winks, moving closer and taking my hand. "He doesn't bite," he says as he wraps my palm around the base. My fingers don't meet it's so wide, and the heat of him, the pulsing firmness. The sense of anticipation that he's gonna fuck me with this massive thing soon has my pussy clenching as heat spreads between my legs.
"See," Callum whispers. "His curves slightly to the right, and mine curves slightly to the left. That's the other way you can tell us apart."
"But we want to drive you so crazy that you don't even care which one of us is fucking you," Liam says, watching my hand slide up and down his length.
Behind me, Callum strokes his hands down my waist and over my ass, squeezing. Then I hear the rustle of fabric as he sheds his clothes too. Liam takes hold of my wrist and urges me to let him go. I groan with disappointment, but when he drops to his knees in front of me, I moan for another reason. He kisses my thighs, his fingers skirting around the lacy edge of my panties, teasing. He presses a kiss directly over my clit through the fabric, and I change my stance to open my legs wider.
"You smell so good," he says, inhaling deeply. "So fucking sexy."
There's always a moment when I'm with a new lover, and they're heading between my legs and I feel nervous. Brad never wanted to go down on me. He never came right out and said why but his reluctance made me feel self-conscious. Liam's reassurances have my body singing and my nerves disappearing.
"Lick her," Callum says. "Make her wet for me."
Liam wastes no time, pushing my panties aside and using his tongue to part my labia. I push my hips forward, giving him more room, and boy, does he use it. His thumbs spread me open then the tip of his tongue teases my clit. "Oh," I say as my legs start to tremble.
"Watch him," Callum says. "Look at the way he's worshiping you, baby."
I open my tightly closed eyes and look down at Liam. His gaze fixes on mine as he flicks my clit with rapid licks of his tongue. It feels so damn dirty and explicit, and I know I'm blushing. Then he winks at me, and I'm so close to coming I almost fall.
Liam pulls back, gripping me around my leg with one arm and using the other hand to test how wet I am. Fuck. The way his fingers slide around my opening tells him everything he needs to know. "She's ready," he tells his brother.
Then Callum's there in front of me, backing me towards the wall, his condom-clad cock held firmly in his hand. "I've been imagining fucking you against the wall since we chose those cocktails," he says. I don't tell him I've imagined the same thing because my mouth is so damn dry, and my brain doesn't seem to be able to process thoughts into words right now. "Take your panties off," he orders.
I push them off my thighs and wriggle out of them until they hit the floor. Then Callum's there, lifting my right leg over his forearm and angling his cock to slide between my labia. "My brother made you so wet," he says, nibbling on my bottom lip. Oh, that sounds so damn wrong, but it feels so damn right. His cock notches at my entrance, and he pauses, looking right into my eyes, so close I can see the fan of blue and amber that spread outward from his pupils. He blinks slowly, pushing just a little bit. "You want this, baby?" he asks.
I nod because as much as what we're doing together is fucking crazy and so outside my realms of previous experience, it is almost laughable; I'm ready. As ready as I have ever been for anything in my whole sheltered life.
"That's my girl," he says, and with one strong thrust of his hips, he's deep inside me. "Fuck," he grunts. "So damn tight."
"Oh," I gasp as he pulls out and then pushes back inside even deeper. He's so big I can barely move.
Liam comes closer. "Put your hands above your head, Bethany," he murmurs. God, the thought of being held by one man while another man fucks me is too much, but I do as he asks and he takes hold of my wrists to holds me captive. "Does it feel good?" he asks.
"Yes."
Callum grinds deeper, using his free hand to cup my breast and pinch my nipple. His touch is harsh, my nipple stinging momentarily, but I love it. Who knew there was such a strong connection between my nipples and my clit, one that only pain can activate. He thrusts deep and hard, squashing me against the cool wall. My pussy aches to come. All the sensations make my clit burn with sensitivity.
Liam's hold on my wrists is tight, his brow furrowed as though he's finding it hard to hold himself back. I can't imagine how frustrating it must feel to be so close to being able to fuck, but having to wait his turn. The thought of Callum pulling out and Liam replacing him is so naughty that I groan, bucking my hips to show Callum I want more. I want him to fuck me so hard I can feel it for days after. I want to remember this night for years to come. Remember the girl I am tonight: reckless, wanton, sexy, and free. So unlike the me, I've been since Brad.
Callum pumps me so hard that the foot that I was standing on rises off the ground, and I'm suspended by his strong body. Liam lets me go to put on a condom, and I notice his hands tremble a little as he rolls it downwards. To see that he's as frantic as I feel makes my heart ache. Who are these men who have managed to pull me out of my funk and turn me inside out? So strong but sensitive, too, the way real men should be.
Callum sees me watching his brother and slows. "You want Liam?" he asks. I look at him, trying to work out if there is any jealousy or resentment there, but there's nothing. He's smiling at me, perfect teeth glinting in the low light. I kiss his lips to let him know I'm with him, and he grinds against me more slowly. "Go get him," he says, swatting me on the ass as he pulls out. I'm left shaky-legged, and a little embarrassed, but Liam doesn't leave me standing.
He's there in seconds, grabbing me under the thighs, lifting me in the air as if I weigh nothing. I feel like a doll in his arms, totally at his behest, but also powerful in my mind and body. The sounds he makes as he kisses and licks my neck, walking me over to the bed, are needy. Greedy. His cock is rock hard between my legs, ready to push inside me. The thought makes me frantic. Desperate hands tug at his hair as my lips seek the warmth of his mouth.
Liam's kiss isn't chaste as he lays me down on the bed and rests his weight on top of me, pushing his hips to rub his cock against my throbbing clit. His tongue caresses mine in the rhythm of his hips until I'm mindless; clawing at his back, my leg hooking over his thigh to force him to push harder.
His hand moves to grasp my breast, his thumb seeking the hardness of my nipple and pressing down. We moan at the same time, but it isn't enough. I want heat and sweat. His hand is huge, cupping all my pale flesh with my nipple poking through his fingers. He pinches gently to start, then when I moan, he looks at me questioningly.
"Everything?" Liam asks." If you want it all, you've got to tell us what you like."
There he is again, pushing me, picking at my edges to peek underneath. Part of me hates it, but a bigger part tells me to stop being stupid. Isn't this what I wanted? To be cared about enough that what I wanted was what they sought to deliver.
