Page 93 of Chaos & Carnage
It was a command, not a request. I murmured something in response, but as soon as the vowels had mobilised from my mouth, Caleb’s lips started their torture once more. He covered my clit with his mouth, his fingers sinking inside of me, filling me, crooking at the very top and hitting me hard, deep, deep inside.
I shouted out, Cade’s hand dropping from my hair and feeling round in front of me to my nipples, swirling over hardened, tingling peaks.
“Oh. God,” I whimpered.
“Say his name, Al.” Cade murmured against my neck.
Caleb sucked against my clit, prompting me once more.
“Fuck! Caleb,” I hissed, gritting my teeth, fingers pumping and swirling inside, Caleb’s mouth and tongue swiping over me, and Cade’s fingers pinching and twisting at my nipples.
My hips moved back and forth, riding the fingers inside my pussy, Cade’s hand guiding my hips down onto Caleb’s face.
“Caleb,” my words were no longer a shout, just whispered gibberish, blood no longer getting to my brain.
Cade’s fingers tightened and Caleb’s pumped harder and harder, his tongue swirling around my clit, my body rocking into him, my mound hitting his face. Inside me heat swirled, pressure building. Then suddenly Caleb pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth and tongue, and now I rode his face, my hips moving over him, unable to focus on his tongue or Cade’s fingers, everything becoming a blur, red and black swirling in front of my eyes.
I cried out some names, but I didn’t know whose they were. Garbled words, my brain unable to make the right sounds. And then my legs wobbled, my muscles twitching, exhausted, sated. Cade held onto me, my exhausted body struggling to stay upright, as Caleb forced the last bit of my orgasm out onto his tongue.
He stood, rising to meet my eyes, his face glistening. My vision still swirling with darkness. My legs wobbling and my body swaying.
“Hold her for me, Caleb.” Cade’s words seemed to be so far away, he moved behind me, a zip unzipping, a rustle of fabric, and a heavy clump as he kicked his bike leathers over to one side, his jacket and t-shirt landing quickly on top of the pile.
And now the skin against mine was warm and smooth. He pushed a leg between mine, kicking my feet apart, the back of his hand fumbling over my swollen pussy, everything extra sensitive from Caleb. The head of his cock brushed against me, Cade sliding the tip through the wetness that covered my pussy and my thighs. I shuddered, whimpering pathetically, the pull of tiredness now consumed by the embers in my stomach, burning, rebuilding.
Cade pushed forwards, forcing his cock into my swollen pussy, filling me much more than Caleb’s fingers, pushing engorged tissues out the way, just for him. I wobbled; my brain not able to comprehend what was happening. Exhaustion, intrusion, heat, and intangible pleasure. Caleb tilted my chin up, fixing his gaze on mine.
“I want to see you getting fucked by my brother, kitten. Open those eyes.”
I forced my eyelids open, Cade drawing in and out of me behind, Caleb holding me up for him, forcing my face to his. His thumb ran over my lip, smoothing at the skin. Cade pumped faster, grunting and gasping behind me.
“Fuck,” Cade’s voice rumbled into the air, mixing with the heavy breaths from our chests. “You’re going to make me come so hard, little Al. Fuck.”
His hips rocked into my arse as his hand snaked around to the front of me, tugging at my hip, pulling me onto him as he thrust hard from behind. On my lips Caleb trailed his fingers, pushing them into my mouth, hooking them inside me so now I was filled full of them both.
“Taste yourself, Alice. Taste how fucking delicious you are.”
And I sucked and licked at his fingers, moaning suddenly when Cade’s fingers swirled over my clit. He pumped harder now, his grunts growing louder, the movement pushing my mouth down onto Caleb’s fingers.
“Good girl, kitten,” Caleb coaxed. “Come for Cade. Come for us.”
I opened my mouth as the next spasm of helplessness erupted deep in my core, my pussy clenching around Cade, my legs wobbling like warm jelly. Caleb took his fingers from my mouth, slipping his arm undermine, holding me on my feet as Cade fucked hard from behind me. My gasps joined his grunts, a carnal orchestra of voices. And then my body shook, my brain shutting down, a thick blackness swarming, Caleb’s face fading to black. If my eyes were open, I couldn’t tell. I could only hear Cade’s low growl as he came inside me, the last shallow thrusts as he emptied into me. And then I fell forward, exhausted into Caleb’s arms.
“Bedtime, kitten.” Caleb’s voice was low in the darkness. “Your room or mine?” he asked Cade, who was just teasing his cock from my battered pussy.
“Mine’s closer.”
Caleb turned to me slightly, scooping an arm under my legs and lifting me off the floor. I melted into him, too tired to even let my eyes open yet. I hugged his neck, my body still pulsing from the orgasm fading away, floorboards creaking somewhere in the flat. And then he lowered me, the mattress soft and forgiving under my back, the bedclothes cool against the heat burning up off my skin. I squinted as the bed dipped on one side, Cade sliding his naked body in with me, clean sheets, aftershave and the musky, warm scent of sex swirling around my tired brain.
Caleb rustled behind me, as Cade tugged my body to his chest, and I lay my cheek down onto his skin. The covers lifted, a chilly draught and then the warm touch of skin at my back.
“So, then,” Caleb’s words tickled my ear. “Who’re you gonna choose?”
“You know I can’t,” I whispered, so, so tired. “You two play dirty.”
“Oh, you wanna see dirty, Al,” Cade grumbled from in front, his fingertips stroking over the back of my hand, where it draped listlessly over his stomach. “We can show you dirty, babe.”
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