Page 24 of Property of Brute & Axl
“Hey, don’t do that,” Axl says as he removes his boots. “Just because it happened, doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it in a safe setting. With us.” The pointed look he gives me spreads heat through my body, and the panic subsides.
“Safe,” I whisper more to myself. A reminder that with them, I am.
“Completely safe,” Brute reassures me. His finger touches my chest like the wind, barely there until it’s trailing down the middle of my body.
“With you.” Walking backwards towards the bed, they both match my steps, not leaving much room between us.
Axl twirls a lock of my hair in his finger. “Only us.” I love the possessiveness they have over me. Were they like this for our weekend? I kind of hope they were.
My heart rate accelerates as they begin removing the rest of their clothes, showcasing hard bodies covered in ink, scars, and muscles. There’s too much for me to explore right now, but a scar on Brute’s chest—a knife wound, I think—travels from his right shoulder down to his left hip.
I gently touch the puckered skin and recall what he told me about it. “Machete.” Drawing my finger to the bottom, my eyes meet his. “Territory fight with some thugs two years ago.” Amazed by that much of the memory, I get frustrated that there’s nothing else.
“That’s right. Was nearly sliced in half.”
“Axl held you together.” His warm body steps up to my back, hands on my hips.
“Would do it again.” My body shivers and pulses with the warmth of his breath on the side of my throat.
Resting back against Axl, my hand remains on Brute’s chest, and I slide my leg up his naked thigh. Tickled by the thick hair rubbing the inside of mine.
Their hands roam across my body, their touches light, taking their time to bring me into the moment and away from the harsh light of day. Closing my eyes, flashbacks of sweaty nights, hot moans, and exploding pleasure crackle through my synapses, and I gasp at the recall of them both taking me together.
“Again,” I moan. “Like before. Both of you; I want it again.” Double groans of pleasure echo around the room, and when my eyes open, I get drunk on pleasure from them watching and touching me. “Please.” A whimper bursts when fingers brush between my legs, leaving me wanting more.
“We’ll do anything you like,” Brute says, a warning in his tone. “Being inside of you at the same time might mean we can’t stop.” He sits on the edge of the bed as Axl picks me up to straddle Brute’s body. “Even if you ask.” His serious gaze makes breathing difficult. Not because I’m afraid but because I’m so damn excited.
“I won’t,” I vow.
“You might,” Axl warns.
I don’t give in. “I’m in this moment with you. My body is begging to have you both.” Their concern is valid, and I understand, but there’s nothing I want more than my pussy filled by the two of them. My body is living in the memory of the first time we did it, and I’m vibrating with the need for it again.
“Please.” On the verge of tears, they give in and nod.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Brute demands, the sweet lover long gone. He’s the alpha I grew to crave over that weekend and for months after.
Axl remains quiet behind me as he manipulates my body into the position they desire—lowering me onto Brute’s thick length. The first heated touch causes a gasp; my whole body lights up for them.
“More.” Begging is something I’ll do a lot for them. There’s no shame about it, either.
A hand travels up my back, digging into my skin with firm pressure, keeping me aware of their presence at all times. When that same hand tangles in my hair, I hiss from a sting of pain because of my head wound and the healing stitches.
“Breathe, princess,” Axl’s voice rumbles in my ear like the sound of his Harley, and I let a moan slip free as I slide farther down Brute’s cock.
“So big,” I whisper, loving the full feeling.
“That’s what you said last time.” Axl’s sinister laugh makes Brute growl at him.
“Hurry the fuck up. My dick is remembering how addictive this pussy is, and it ain’t going to last much fucking longer.” The tips of his fingers dig into my hips as he forces himself not to move.
“Why do you think I’m taking so fucking long? I don’t want this over before it even begins.” Axl sounds half tortured as he draws a finger down my spine until he reaches my ass. Gripping the globes in each palm, he squeezes and massages, lifting me up and down gently on Brute’s dick.
“Take me,” my voice cracks as Brute latches onto my neck, biting and sucking like he’s marking me as his mate.
Brute’s body scoots back on the bed as he lowers us to lie down flat, making room for Axl to join us. Closing my eyes to savor the moment and rely on the feel of them, my body goes weightless, almost otherworldly, observing from somewhere above as they feed my body the ecstasy only they can provide.
Axl has complete control of our bodies as he uses my ass cheeks to fuck me up and down Brute’s dick, which just seems to keep swelling. I grow fuller with every passing moment until he finally stops Axl with a growl and a harsh curse.