Page 41 of Furious (The Six Six Six Rule #2)

He collects my hair in his hands, his hips undulating in perfect tempo with the pace of Chance’s thrusts.

This could be awesome in and of itself, but another idea comes to my mind and I want to put it into action.

I release Lev’s cock with a little pop and he immediately worries about me.

“Are you ok, Zee?”

“More than ok.” I whisper, stifling a moan when Chance buries himself inside me to the hilt, making my clit pulse in response. “Can you give me that, please?” I nod toward the bottle of lube that’s been abandoned on the couch by Lev’s side.

He hands me the small bottle and watches intently as I open it and pour some of the liquid into the palm of my hand.

“Hmm.” He moans, closing his eyes as I begin massaging the lube all over his shaft and balls.

I make everything slippery and while I keep pumping my closed fist along the length of Lev’s shaft, my other hand brings the lube further down between his thighs.

Lev instinctively widens his stance, allowing me better access to the soft, smooth skin of his taint.

He moans again when I massage it briefly, but I don’t stop there.

“Oh.” His eyes open when my fingers begin to circle the hole between his cheeks.

I massage it by spreading the lube around it, like Lev did with me the first time we played there, but I don’t attempt to breach it. “Is this ok?” I ask. “Remember you said you were curious about a prostate massage? I researched it a little and if you wanted to try it, we could?—”

“Fuck, yeah.” He says, biting on his bottom lip.

In the meantime, Chance has stopped moving. He stayed buried deep inside me. He’s rubbing slow, light circles on my clit and he’s watching us with rapt interest.

I’m careful as I feel my way between Lev’s cheeks.

In this position, I can massage his cock with one hand, but I don’t get a very good view of his hole.

The thought hits me that I’m glad I like to keep my nails on the short side, but even with that, I’m extremely cautious when I dip my middle finger inside him.

He doesn’t tense up like I expected.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He says when I push deeper, up to my first knuckle. “Chance, what are you waiting for? Let’s make our girl come.”

My stepbrother’s answer is a grind of his hips that sends a wave of pleasure all over my body. I’m so turned on that I know it won’t take long to push me over the edge.

As Chance picks up his pace, I keep working on Lev. I tug my fist up and down his shaft while I move my finger in and out of him. If I was worried about hurting him, his moans reassure me that this feels good to him.

It feels good to me too, in an unexpected way. I think I understand how the guys feel about being inside me. It’s a heady, powerful feeling and the fact that he trusts me enough to let me do this is something I keep close to my heart.

“Baby, I’m gonna come.” Chance grunts, driving as deep inside me as he can.

The thrust is hard and sends a shockwave to my clit. That’s my undoing.

“Fuck.” Lev’s voice breaks as the first rope of his warm release lands on the corner of my lower face.

I can’t resist the urge to flick my tongue to get a taste of it. “Hmm.” I moan.

“Suck me, Zee.” He murmurs, cupping the back of my head to help me wrap my lips around his cock.

I’m still pulsing with a pleasure so intense that the whole world disappears. All that exists right now is this room and these two men. My two men.

I’m so wrapped up in this intense moment that I miss the living room door opening and the sound of footsteps that follows.

“What the fuck are you doing to her?”

ARES

I’m frozen behind Lev’s living room door.

Walk away. I say that to myself several times once I realize that this isn’t just Lev and Chance having no problem kissing Zara in front of each other. It isn’t even making out with her while they’re both in the room, passing her from one to the other.

This is more. So much fucking more

I know I should walk away when they start undressing her. But I don’t. I stay and I watch.

Then Lev opens a purple bag he took inside the house from his car. What the fuck is inside that box? I can’t exactly see it from here, but I can hear their conversation just fine.

Butt plugs? Are they fucking crazy? They’re talking about fucking Zara together and the worst part is that I can fucking picture it. No one should even think about taking Zara’s ass. No one except me.

I watch as Chance goes down on her. I know exactly how good she tastes. And the sounds she makes as my little brother is eating her out? They go straight to my cock.

My heart is beating fast and furious, the sound of each heartbeat pulsing in my ears. All my blood is migrating south and that must be what makes me stay rooted to my spot behind the door.

The way Chance is licking between Zara’s legs, while Lev does the same thing to her tits, is hot and infuriating at the same time.

Jealousy makes it hard to breathe. Because she likes it. No, scratch that. She fucking loves it.

I know those sounds. I know the way she’s writhing, riding Chance’s face. She’s done the same thing with me.

While Chance eats her like a starved man, Lev nudges him to the side, encouraging him to concentrate on Zara’s clit while he pours lube on the lower part of her pussy and down her crack.

He works it into her little hole and then he takes a small purple butt plug with a purple diamond on one end and begins working it inside her back entrance.

If they hurt her, so help me fucking God, I’m going to murder them both. But Zara doesn’t seem in pain. She seems to like it.

From where I’m standing, I can see the purple diamond sparkling when the light catches it.

When she cries out, overwhelmed by pleasure, I can almost feel it coursing in my veins.

I expect Chance and Lev to help her get dressed and put their own clothes back on, but that’s not what happens.

After checking that Zara is feeling ok, Lev tells Chance to fuck her.

And Zara begs for it.

Fuck. I can’t decide if I’m more furious or turned on. A part of me wants to walk into that room and tell those two, my brother and my best friend, to take their dirty hands off of my woman.

I almost forgot why I even came here in the first place. Why have I been following Chance and Lev home from Noel’s barbershop?

In the blink of an eye, Chance is kneeling between Zara’s legs, fucking her tight little pussy while Lev watches as intently as I am.

There’s only one difference between us. He’s stroking himself through his underwear, his eyes fixed on where Chance and Zara are joined.

I dig my nails into my palms so hard that I know I’m probably going to draw blood.

My cock is pulsing with need and I know that if I even brushed against it, I’d come in my pants while I spy on my stepsister with the two other people I care about most in the world like a fucking creep.

Just when I think the scene in front of my eyes can’t get any dirtier, Zara encourages Lev to take his pants off.

I can’t believe my fucking eyes when she takes Lev’s hard cock into her mouth. And then she lubes up her finger and… fuck.

This is too much. I should walk away, but I can’t. My insides are twisted in a tight knot of jealousy and desire and I’m tense to breaking point.

All my restraint snaps when I see Lev blowing his load on Zara’s face. I don’t even think about how it must look like when I barge into the room like a fury from hell.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell. “Is this why you agreed that we should all keep seeing Zara for now? So you can take advantage of her and act out your porn movie fantasies?”

For a second, the three of them stare at me, frozen in place. They don’t move a single muscle, as if they were posing for some dirty picture.

Zara is the first one to recover from the daze that seems to have caused all this madness. “Ares, it’s ok. I’m ok. We… I wanted this.”

I know she’s telling the truth. And I swear I’m not judging her. I’m just jealous and that makes me want to kick my brother and Lev’s asses.

“Don’t even fucking talk to me until you’ve cleaned Lev’s jizz from your face.”

She rears back, as if I had slapped her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I know how that sounded.

Like I’m the worst asshole in the entire world and, right now, I feel like one.

I know I have no right to speak to Zara that way, or to judge her.

The crazy thing? It isn’t even seeing her having a threesome with them that’s the problem.

It’s how she trusted them. How abandoned she was in their arms. How she did something so intimate with Lev.

Is it because she has deeper feelings than she has for me?

“Apologize to her.” Chance demands.

He’s put his underwear and jeans back on and he’s staring at me with his fists clenched as if he were fighting the urge to hit me.

I want to say I’m sorry. Because I am sorry. But I’m still too angry.

“Fuck this shit. You two are on your own. I’m out of here.”

I storm out of Lev’s house, walking to Olivia’s car in long, furious strides. I stop when Zara runs after me.

“Ares, wait!”