{STEPHANIE}
Two weeks later...
I bet you're wondering what happened when Jace returned unannouncdd. Well, it was a close shave.
My brother was swift in handling the situation, almost like a cowboy playing his hundredth rodeo. I was pretty sure this was not his first time screwing a married woman in her house, in her marital bed.
In one breath he had carried out the wet sheets while I went into the bathroom to clean myself and arrange my messy hair. By the time Jace was in the house, the room looked like I was only carrying out some routine cleaning.
Now, Jace was forty three thousand miles away again in Los Angeles, and my brother, strangely kept his distance. Throughout the weeks Jace stayed home, he spent them on one business call or another, leaving me to starve again.
Everything was normal, and it seemed my brother and I were ready to put our escapades behind us. Until the night after Jace left for Los Angeles again...
It was past midnight, the house silent except for the low hum of the fridge. I crept barefoot across the tiled floor, wearing nothing but one of my oversized clothes that barely skimmed above my thigh. My brother had fallen asleep some hours ago, and I thought his friends had too.
They'd come over to crash after a long night out drinking.
I should've known better.
The second I tugged the fridge door open, cool light spilled across my bare legs. Then I heard it. Low laughter behind me, deep and male.
"Well, well..."
I froze, my hand still on the milk carton. My stomach dropped, hear rushing straight between my legs. I turned my head slowly to the corner where the snicker had come from, and there they were, leaning against the counter like they had been waiting for me.
Liam, tall and lanky, with that smirk constantly on his lips that made me want to slap and kiss him all at once. And Drake, darker, broader, his eyes sharper, hungrier. My brother's best friends.
"You planning on having a midnight snack?" Liam inquired, his eyes trailing down my bare legs, pausing right where my shirt rode up. His smirk grew. "Or were you hoping we'd catch you?"
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I...I didn't know you'd be awake."
"Clearly," Drake murmured, his voice a rough growl. He pushed off the counter, closing the distance between us until my tits were dangerously close to his chest.
My chest thudded so hard it hurt to even breathe, and my pulse roared in my ears as he reached out and brushed the hem of my shirt with two fingers. Just a ghost touch, but it made my pussy tighten.
"You know this shirt doesn't hide much, right?" he smirked. "We can see how hard your nipples are."
I glanced down and heat flooded my cheeks instantly. The cool air from the fridge had my nipples pebbled and the thin fabric of my shirt did nothing to conceal it. I crossed my arms over my chest but Liam was suddenly behind me, his hands sliding down my arms, prying them apart.
"Don't hide," he whispered against my ear, his breath sending thrilling shivers down my spine.
"I'm not hiding any–" My protest died in my throat when Drake's hand slid higher, his fingers grazing the inside of my thighs.
"Don't lie," he purred, his green eyes daring me to deny it.
Liam pressed close from behind, his firm chest on my back, his cock–fuck, his cock–thick against my ass even through the sweatpants he wore.
"You should've seen the way she bent over earlier," Liam said with a lewd laugh. "I could have sworn I was going to have her right there."
Drake chuckled darkly, his hand squeezing my thigh just above my shirt. "Maybe we should show her what happens when she teases us."
"I wasn't–" I tried to argue but ended up with an exasperated sigh.
"You're soaked already," Drake cut in, smirking when I gasped. His hand pressed higher, two fingers stroking over my panties. The fabric was embarrassingly wet, clinging to me.
"Fuck," Liam groaned into my neck. "She's dripping, bro. She is."
I was.
I whimpered, my head falling back on his shoulders.
"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, nipping my ear.
Drake's fingers rubbed harder, the friction sending sparks across my body. I couldn't answer, couldn't breathe, couldn't think past the heat pulling to my core.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice sharp enough to slice me open. "Tell us you like it."
"I–fuck." My legs trembled with excitement. "I like it."
Both of them exchanged meaningful glances, and Liams hand slid up, cupping one of my tits through my shirt, squeezing just hard enough to draw a needy moan out of my mouth.
"That's what I thought," Drake said with a satisfied grin. His finger hooked in the waistband of my panties, tugging just enough to tease. "You came down here for milk, but you're getting something else."
My pussy clenched even more at his words, leaking the sexual scent of the sick pleasure I was experiencing cornered by two horny men.
"Something better," Liam added, his teeth scraping my neck before sucking at the spot he bit.
I shuddered, trapped between them, my body betraying every filthy secret I tried to keep.
Liam squeezed my titties harder, rolling my nipples in between his fingers through the fabric of my shirt until I cried out. The sound bounced off the kitchen walls, too loud, too filthy, but none of them gave a damn.
"Fuck, you hear that, D?" Liam chuckled. "She moans like a slut."
I shook my head, terrified by the animalistic glint shining in Drake's eyes. But before I could blink, he yanked my panties aside in one rough pull. Cool air hit my soaked pussy and I whimpered, my thighs instinctively coming together.
"Don't hide," Drake growled under his breath, his voice turning wild. "Be a good girl."
I swallowed as his fingers slid through my slick folds. "Look at that," he chuckled darkly. "She's dripping. All this mess just for us."
"Damn good pretty slut," Liam laughed.
I gasped when Drake's fingers pressed against my clit, circling it slowly, cruelly, making me buck against his hand. Liam pinched my nipple harder, and my body jolted.
"Please," I choked out, not even knowing what I was begging for.
"Please, what?" Drake pressed, voice low. His ocean eyes were on me like a predator waiting expectantly to see me break.
"Please, touch me," I begged shamelessly, heat spreading in between my thighs.
Both men exchanged glances and dark grins stretched across their faces.
Then without warning, Drake shoved two fingers into me, stretching my pussy wide so fast I nearly screamed. My hands flew to the counter behind me, my nails digging into and scratching the wood as my pussy clenched hard around his fingers.
"Fuck, she's tight," he growled, pumping in and out, his thick fingers curling inside of me. "I'm so gonna ruin this fucking hole."
Liam's lips closed around my neck, sucking bruises into my skin while his other hand yanked my shirt up. My tits spilled free, thick and bouncing, my nipples glistening in the warm glow of the kitchen light.
"Goddamn," Liam growled, catching one in his adventurous mouth. His tongue swirled roughly over the sensitive bud, then he bit down just enough to make me cry out."
"Liam–fuck!"
Drake's pace quickened, his fingers digging into my pussy, faster, deeper, wetter. While he stared at my full tits like he was starving.
"Get the other one," he ordered, his voice rough.
Liam obeyed. He switched, dragging his mouth to my other nipple and clamping his teeth on the flesh, sucking so hard that it drew a broken moan out of my mouth. His free hand didn't stop–he wrapped it over my tits, squeezing it, kneading it as if marking every spot.
"You like that?" Liam growled against my skin. "You like us using your fat tits?"
"Yes–fuck–yes!" I cried, my back arching, pressing my breasts into his face, and my pussy harder into Drake's hand.
"Thought so," Drake muttered, smirking as his thumb slammed into my clit while his fingers fucked me mercilessly.
Liam's teeth grazed my nipples again, this time tugging, dragging until I screamed his name.
"She'll come just from her tits and our fingers," he smirked lewdly, his voice filled with dark amusement.
"Nah. She's gonna come on my fingers," Drake countered, shoving his fingers harder into me, curving them until my vision blurred, and my eyes rolled.
My body snapped, everything tightening so violently I almost collapsed. Cum gushed around Drake's hand, soaking me, soaking the counter, and Liam moaned around my tits like he was drinking the sound straight from my throat through my nipples.
"Fucking God look at her," Drake hissed, his jaw tight as he kept pumping with his fingers. "Making a fucking mess just for us."
I was shaking, panting, my tits still trapped in Liam's hot mouth while Drake's fingers claimed my pussy.
And neither of them looked like they were stopping.