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“Try sucking it.” Lex’s voice is closer, on the opposite side of the bed from Verity. My toes curl when I feel the slick heat of her mouth on my cock. “That’s right, Princess. Grab his shaft and jerk up.” Her touch is soft, and I feel a flutter in my balls. “Harder. He likes it harder.”

“But—”

“No buts, Verity.” She jerks upward and her mouth covers my tip, tongue swirling over the head.

‘That’s it,” Lex says. “Get him good and hard, right to the edge.”

She works me, and there’s something mesmerizing about the little sucking and licking noises she makes. Lex is right, my cock is a programmed machine—press the right buttons and it’ll come to life. Red knows my buttons.

“He’s ready,” she says, removing her mouth but not her hand. “I taste him.”

“Then straddle him.”

“What if my weight is too much?” Her hand moves lazily, tugging and taunting me. “You said his ribs are bruised.”

“Then I’ll spot you.”

I open my eyes to see my brother’s hands around her hips, bracing her as she positions herself over my cock. “Wait,” she says, leveling on her knees. “The plug.”

Lex’s hand vanishes between her legs, and he feels around. Her cheeks turn pink and he pulls out the golden object, shiny with her juices. They move painfully slow, and as she sheathes me inside, I manage a grin, “Now I know why you think it’s so hot when I wake you up in the middle of the night.”

She cracks a relieved smile, a little of the worry sliding off her face. “Are you okay?”

“Never been better, Red.” A sharp pain stabs at my side. “Just take it easy on me, okay? I think #99 broke everything in my body but my cock.”

She nods, giving her hips the smallest of thrusts. “Like this?”

“Perfect.” Running my hands up her thighs, I look at my brother. “Take off her shirt.”

Lex pulls the nightshirt over her head, and I eye her full tits. My cock twitches again, this time with a little more life. Her eyebrow raises, feeling it. “Fuck, you feel good,” I tell her. “Tight and slick.”

I watch as this girl rides me, gentle and controlled, my brother standing a foot away, ready to pull her off if necessary. It won’t be, because it’s too good and with all the pain and guilt and shitty feelings surrounding the last day, something has to come out of it that’s not an utter nightmare.

“Touch her,” I tell him, wishing I could do it myself, but my arms ache, and whatever painkillers Lex gave me make it impossible to move. “Get her off. I want to feel her pussy clench around me.”

Lex leans over, licking his fingers and then pushing them between us, quickly finding the spot that makes her back arch. Her head falls back and her jaw slacks as she exhales. She keeps her rhythm, drawing my cock deeper with every thrust. Her nipples harden, pebbling tight.

“I’m g-going to come,” she breathes.

“Good,” I tell her, squeezing her thighs. “Come and then I’m going to fill you up.”

Her breaths turn panty, and whatever the hell my brother is doing to her clit makes her moan. I watch her, in a way I never have before, feeling her body quake and quiver over me, watching her shatter apart.

Unsure if it’s the drugs or the way she’s milking me, I feel high. Lex pulls his hand away, then swipes his fingers over her mouth and she greedily licks her cum off her lips. “Fuck,” I groan.

Lex steps back and sits on the chair next to the bed, unzipping his pants. He’s got his own half-chub, and he works it as he watches the two of us. The room falls away, he falls away, it’s only me and Verity–her perfect tits, her tight pussy–my aching, about to burst balls.

“You close?” she asks, eyelids heavy, half-closed.

I grunt in response, feeling my building release. It’s going to hurt. Fuck, it’s going to hurt, every muscle prepared to revolt, terrified of how the orgasm is going to trigger a full body reaction. Painful but so fucking worth it.

My nails dig into her thighs bracing myself for a final thrust, I grip her, controlling her movements, wanting it to last, closing my eyes because it hurts so goddamn much. She doesn’t stop riding me until my dick is limp, pulsing weakly inside.

“Look at me,” I hear Lex say. I comply, thinking he’s talking to me but he’s got his gaze locked on Verity and she holds his back. Two pumps later he curses, “Jesus,” groaning as he empties himself in a little plastic cup. “Holy shit.”

Verity sighs, body lax and content. “You good?” she asks, holding my gaze until I jerk my chin. “Everyone good?”

Over the sound of our recovered breathing, Lex and I share a look.