Page 11

Chapter 11

Tear You Apart

HANS

G errit’s body tenses as Briar whispers in his ear, and a shiver courses through me. I recognize the darkness that has expanded in his eyes at her words. She pulls her face away from his ear and looks me in the eye. “You two have taken such good care of me. I should return the favor.”

I can’t tell if she’s waiting for my permission or for me to urge her on. I lower myself into a chair, spreading my legs wide and resting my elbows on the arms. “Don’t let me stop you,” I purr, eyes trailing up her body.

Now that I know what she can do with that body, with that mouth of hers, I am eager to see it happen to my brother.

Briar hooks Gerrit by the collar of his shirt, pulling him toward me. She sits on my lap, facing away from me, and wiggles her hips tightly against me. Gerrit’s eyes are hooded as he looks down at her, palming his cock through his pants.

Her small hands work his pants down, and from my position over her shoulder, I can see Briar freeing his arousal. She grabs it, dragging her hand slowly from base to tip, and he groans, stepping closer to where she sits on my lap.

Briar reaches down and taps Gerrit on the calf. He peers down at her, his face wracked with confusion. “Put your foot on the arm of the chair,” she coos, pushing my arm from its position. I snake it around her waist, grinding her closer to my cock. Gerrit does as requested, and Briar bends forward and licks down his inner thigh.

I can’t see her face, but I can hear the desperation in her voice when she says, “Can I feed?”

If he doesn’t say yes, I sure as fuck will.

Gerrit nods, and Briar dives into his thigh, keeping one hand on his dick. He lets out a very long, uncharacteristic moan as she pierces his skin and sucks. My hands creep to Briar’s breasts, where I knead circles in them. A throaty hum comes from her in approval.

She’s drinking languidly, no longer in danger of draining us from starvation. I trail my fingers down her body and play with the hem of her dress. She wiggles her hips forward, urging me to keep trailing my hands up her dress. “Oh, greedy,” I purr, diving my hands fully under the hem of her dress.

My finger rubs up the front of her panties, and I can feel moisture soaking through them already. I shoot my brother an incredulous look. “Brother, she’s so soaking wet for us already.”

Gerrit matches my look with one of his own, a feral desire I’ve seen on him only a handful of times. Briar’s hand has stopped moving on his cock, and he reaches down and grabs her under her chin. “If you want to keep eating, do not neglect my cock, witchy.”

As she groans and resumes pumping him up, I slip a finger under her panties and drag it through the slickness that waits for me. Her skin pebbles as I circle over her clit, soft pants coming from her in between the gulping sound of her drinking from Gerrit.

He looks down at her, wiggling under my touch, and snaps in front of her face. “Look at me, witchy. Are you done eating and ready to play?”

She pulls away from his thigh, blood dripping on her chin. “I want to play.” He pulls his thigh down from the arm of the chair and leans down, arms on either side of the both of us, boxing us in.

My finger lazily strokes up and down her clit as she stares at my brother, and he meets her gaze. “Rip her panties off, Hans.”

I am all too happy to oblige, and with a quick pull, I’ve broken the panties and tossed them to the side.

“Hey! I don’t have limitless clothes, you know, asshole!”

I rub my nose against her ear. “Shhh, we’ll get you new ones,” I whisper as I slam a finger into her tight pussy.

Gerrit kneels in front of us and grabs Briar’s legs. The movement pulls my fingers from her pussy, and she grumbles in frustration. It passes quickly as he tosses her legs over his shoulder, forcing her to lay back into my chest. Without hesitating, he slams his face against her cunt and drags his tongue up the slit, and my fingers pluck at her nipples.

The feeling of her writhing against me could undo me on its own. Watching Gerrit feast on her has my cock straining against my pants, and her wiggles on top of me show me that Briar can tell what it’s doing to me. I turn her face up to me and lean to kiss her, capturing her mouth hungrily. She melts underneath my kiss, tongue acquiescing to my demands for entry.

Briar’s body begins to quake, her moans filling my mouth. Gerrit pulls from between her legs, mouth, and face, glistening with her arousal. “Are you ready to come, Briar?” She whimpers as she vigorously nods. “Use your words then, witchy.” His voice is gravelly and deep, his arousal coloring every word he says.

I trail my lips down her neck, nipping and biting the skin as I go. Her breathy pants make it hard for her to answer Gerrit, and she wiggles uncomfortably on top of me, chasing the release that Gerrit has denied her.

“Just ask him, Briar. He’ll give you what you need,” I whisper encouragingly.

With her eyes on the fingers Gerrit has been slowly thrusting into her sex, she pants out, “Please let me come.”

A malicious smile lights up Gerrit’s face, and a shiver runs down my spine. I love seeing him get like this over a woman. “That’s what I thought, witchy.” He pushes two of his large fingers into her and leans down to suck on her clit. I continue biting and sucking on her neck, my hands rubbing her nipples through her dress.

Her muscles go rigid, and her head is thrown back over my shoulder. And with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clawing at the neck of her dress, Briar comes undone. Her body goes slack, and Gerrit slides his fingers out of her before walking to me. “Want a taste?”

I pull my lips away from her skin, opening my mouth for him as he shoves his fingers into it. I suck off the most exquisite-tasting cum I have ever had. “Godsdamn… Briar, you talk about how we taste, but you taste like life itself.”

The taste of her off my brother’s fingers has my cock aching for release. I buck my hips into Briar’s back, and she turns to me and grins widely. Slipping down, she kneels between my legs and pulls my pants down to my ankles. In a swift movement, she dives onto my cock, sucking the tip into her mouth hungrily. My eyes roll back when she takes more of me into her hot little mouth, her tongue stroking the underside of my dick.

Gerrit moves behind her to kneel. He places his hands on her hips and yanks them up, getting what I am sure is a full view of that gorgeous ass. She stumbles for a moment before she rights herself into a comfortable position that gives all of us what we want.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Briar. I don’t want to see you drop his cock. Keep it in your mouth. You say you’re hungry? Well, we’re going to fill you up.”

She groans around my dick as Gerrit slides into her, and I see his head fall back in ecstasy. She looks so tiny compared to him but takes him like she was made to. She took Gerrit’s message to heart, though, and has not stopped sucking my dick with all that she has.

Her mouth goes all the way to my hilt, her nose tickling my pubic bone, and when Gerrit slams into her particularly deeply, her moan vibrates all of me. “Fuck, Briar,” I breathe, wrapping my hands in her hair and pulling her off of me. “I’m going to fuck your face now. Tap my thigh twice if you need a break.”

Her eyes light up, and an eager smile stretches across her face. “Do your worst.” I push her back onto my dick, thrusting as far as I can down her throat before the last word is out of her mouth. I anchor her head with both hands as I furiously fuck into her mouth, groaning at the obscene noises that manage to escape around my cock.

It doesn’t take me long to be near the edge, threatening to fall over. All it takes is Gerrit reaching around and rubbing her clit, eliciting a deep, pleasured sound from Briar around my dick, and I am spilling, gripping her head tightly as I thrust my hips up and pump my cum down her throat. She pulls off my dick, specks of cum and spit joining the dried blood on her chin, and gives me a half-lidded smile. Before she can recover from taking my load, my stepbrother slams into her so hard she almost flies forward into the chair.

A squeal of pleasure rips from her throat as Gerrit takes a firm grip on one of her ass cheeks as he thrusts. I grab her by the chin and turn her face up to mine. “You’re going to look at me when you come on my brother’s dick.” I can see her gulp, and her eyes widen with pleasure. Gerrit pinches her clit in just the right way, timed with a deep thrust, and Briar is vibrating in my hand, mouth falling open in pleasure. I stick my finger in her mouth and pull her cheek open, spit dripping from her mouth as she pants and twitches.

It doesn’t take long for her body to thrash with a brutal orgasm, and Gerrit follows behind her, groaning into her back as he finds his release. She slumps, and I quickly remove my finger from her mouth, gather her in my arms, and rest her on my lap. “You did so good. Such a good little witch. How do you feel?”

Briar looks between Gerrit and me, and the biggest smile tears her face in two. “I feel so fucking alive.”