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  It made her squeeze her thighs together around the sensation that threatened to swamp her body. It made her clutch at Tobias too tightly, the kiss they’d started now so filthy she wasn’t even sure if you could call it such.

  Was it still a kiss if it seemed like mostly tongue? Somewhere in the middle of it she actually sort of licked over his lips—which seemed like the least sexy thing ever. And yet somehow, it just made things worse. His hand had practically started crushing the back of her neck. She wasn’t so much giving him a hand-job as he was fucking the circle of her fingers.

  And God, it just made her body thrum with excitement. Couldn’t Sebastian tell how turned-on she was? Couldn’t he see how squirmy and senseless she’d gotten, just from the feel and taste and awareness of them? Apparently not, because he kept right on with this line of questioning

  “You want me to lick you first, get you slick enough to fuck?”

  She could feel it on her thighs, by this point. When she rubbed her legs together, her slippery lips just seemed to glide against each other—though the sensation proved more maddening than anything else. She needed friction against her clit, real friction, and currently nothing was providing it.

  So really, it just seemed like good sense to blindly reach for Sebastian’s hand with her free one. Of course it took some doing—she had to twist her arm out from beneath her body and fumble for something on him for a good half an hour—but it seemed worth it, in the long run. It killed two birds with one stone, after all.

  She got a little pressure between her legs. He got an answer to his question.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? How do you get this wet? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. I don’t even…ohhhhh God. It’s all over your legs. Oh baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

  She wondered if shoving back against his probing fingers was enough of a yes, please do. Though she didn’t have to wait long for an answer—a second later she heard foil tearing and latex making that snap-clack sound, and then his hand was around her thigh, spreading her open.

  He tugged at her, until her ass settled into the cradle of his body.

  “Tell me you want it,” he murmured into her ear, and she had to pull away from Tobias long enough to answer that one. Had to. He just sounded so…unsure, when he said it. So suddenly adrift, as though maybe she didn’t, secretly.

  “You know I do. Give it to me. Give it to me—I want your cock inside me,” she said, and she did, ohhhh she did. She could almost feel how it would be—that big, thick thing easing into her body.

  Only when he actually attempted it—rubbing slow and good through her slick folds before finding that waiting notch—things didn’t quite go according to plan. In fact, they really didn’t go according to plan, because the second she felt the impossibly large head of his cock nudging against her teeny tiny entrance, she dug her fingernails into Tobias.

  Hard.

  “Okay, call me crazy, but I think she’s terrified,” Tobias said.

  She understood why. She’d practically drawn blood. However, she felt the need to reassure them both, anyway. In a voice that sounded like a tractor had run over it.

  “No, I’m fine. I’m fine. Go on.”

  “Don’t go on. She might rip my arm off if you do,” Tobias said, but Sebastian didn’t need the warning. She could feel him sliding the head of his cock over and over the entirely too sensitive rim of her pussy—and it felt good. It felt absolutely amazing, in fact.

  But he didn’t go any farther than that.

  “I don’t think I can, honey. You feel…really small.”

  She had to wonder what their other girlfriends had been like. Though when she did, her mind mostly filled up with images of giant walking vaginas.

  “How about if I…” she started, then just did the rest without spelling it out. It didn’t really take a lot of effort, after all—she just shifted a little and leaned right back against him, one leg almost hooked over his, head pressed back into the curve of his shoulder.

  Of course doing so also exposed almost all of her body to Tobias’ heated gaze, but really that was just an added bonus. One that got sweeter when he reached forward and shoved and ruffled at her t-shirt until the whole thing was off, then just sat back and looked over every part of her.

  Her breasts, pulled taut by the stretch of her body. Her stiff nipples, that twanged with pleasure whenever Sebastian ran a hand over them. And finally the wet split of her sex, completely spread open and probably made even ruder by the sight of Sebastian’s cock, working and working over her tight entrance.

  “Go slow,” he said, but the trouble was—Sebastian seemed to be going as slow as he possibly could. Any slower and they’d be playing a game of musical statues.

  But Tobias had a better suggestion, a second later.

  “Maybe you need a little more, huh?” he asked, which just made her wonder how much extra he thought she could take. Or at least, it made her wonder that until he slipped a hand between her legs, and stroked over her swollen clit.

  Just once. Just a little. But it was enough to pierce the tension that had hold of her, and let Sebastian slide inside.

  If she’d ever had any doubts that he’d be loud in bed, now was the time for those doubts to be set aside. The sound he made…God the sound. It wasn’t even a moan. It sounded like someone drowning, violently. His breath caught in his throat and that hand pressed tight enough to bruise at her hip, and then finally, finally…

  He simply slid all the way in.

  “Ohhhhh Jesus you’re big,” she gasped.

  She had to. Of course she’d said similar in the beds of other boyfriends—but usually it happened because they were hurting her left leg and really she just wanted it to be over. Whereas this…this felt like being stretched. As though he’d got her down on an exercise mat and pushed at her thigh until the muscles throbbed.

  But oh, the throb made her crazy. She tried to clench her pussy around his solid length, and got absolutely nowhere. There wasn’t anywhere to physically go to—though Sebastian seemed to appreciate the effort.

  “No—fuck. No, don’t do that. Just…hold on a second,” he said all in a thick rush, obviously aroused past some intense and impossible point. She could feel him shuddering against her back, and after a second he slid his arm around her. Pulled her to him, one hand on her shoulder.

  The other still on her hip, squeezing and squeezing.

  He was close, she suspected. Really close. And yet something about that idea excited her. Just the feel of her pussy around him, just the idea of her tensing those muscles over his barely working cock…it affected him so strongly that it almost made him go over.

  And then his hips hitched, and that big, solid thing slid deeper, and every sound in her body tried to come out of her all at once.

  “Go easy,” Tobias said, but luckily for her Sebastian couldn’t go easy. He pulled back in a kind of slow, jagged line that only made her crazier, before shoving back in with as little care as she could imagine him having.

  It was making him mindless, she suspected. But that was fine—it seemed to be doing the same to her. She could feel those intense pulses starting up somewhere insane, like the insides of her knees, and when he really started going for it that sensation simply took over her body.

  She had to pull the sheets into her fists. She had to press her face into the curve of his arm as his cock pushed and pushed and pushed against that glorious place inside her. God, she’d thought he’d hit it good earlier, with his fingers. She’d thought he’d discovered it fully, finally—that mysterious place she hadn’t really thought existed, until now.

  But this was…this was way, way too much.

  “Oh God, I think she’s coming. Oh she’s almost definitely coming on my cock. Fuck fuck fuck.”

  He wasn’t wrong. She felt it swell up inside her, so sudden and unexpected that at first her body didn’t seem to know what to do with it. Her pussy tried to clench around his cock, but of course that was completely out
of the question. And once that avenue had closed, she found herself doing something very embarrassing indeed.

  Like trying to escape up the bed.

  Doing so proved hard, however.

  “Oh no no no—stay here, stay here,” Sebastian said, and as he did he wrapped his arm more tightly around her shoulders. Pulled her back in, restraining her, for more of that terrible but glorious sensation. “I want to feel it, baby, oh God that’s so good.”

  She didn’t know what was worse. The feel of his cock just urging and urging against that one swollen spot inside her, or the sound of his voice. The things he was saying.

  The things Tobias was saying.

  “Jesus, you come so easily, Bobbi.”

  She couldn’t look at him. Her eyes had to stay tightly closed, in case some of the pleasure escaped and destroyed downtown Tokyo.

  “She’s still doing it too. She’s still coming.”

  “You serious?”

  “Yeah, she’s…ohhhh God yeah. Just like that, baby. Oh work yourself on my cock.”

  He didn’t really need to tell her. She couldn’t have stopped herself if she’d tried. Her entire body felt like some sort of out-of-control machine, and every time he thrust she simultaneously tried to shove against him, while also somehow pulling away.

  She wasn’t even sure how she achieved such a thing—though Sebastian sure seemed to enjoy it. She could feel him shuddering, now, hands all slippery on her hips. Every word he said so breathless, with a long moan wavering somewhere at the back of it.

  And all the while Tobias murmured dirty things, and did even dirtier ones—like flicking his tongue over her too-tight nipples, or stroking between her legs when she made the mistake of spreading them wide. He seemed to know just where to touch to send her higher, but by God he saved the best for last.

  His mouth on hers, as his fingers found her swollen clit.

  She came close to screaming into his mouth. Couldn’t help it. Didn’t want to. Her body simply hadn’t been designed to take this much pleasure, and here they were trying to shove it through her all at once.

  Sebastian wasn’t even pretending to hold back by this point. Each solid thrust sent a bolt of lightning directly to her clit, and then Tobias simply stroked that little bundle of nerves and sent it right back again. They’d built some sort of unholy circuit down there, every ounce of bliss cycling back on itself until all she could do was sob into Tobias’ mouth.

  It didn’t matter, though. Tobias had plenty of words to say for her, against the side of her face and into the curve of her throat.

  “Look at how stiff your clit is—fuck that’s hot. Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Get yourself off.”

  She didn’t mean to do what he was suggesting. Most of her just wanted to stay very still and never feel anything again. But when he rubbed her like that—just a little, with what felt like the very tip of his finger—she couldn’t stop herself. Her body just bucked all on its own, pushing harder and harder against him.

  Of course that drove her away from the solid anchor of Sebastian’s cock, but the truth was—Sebastian didn’t seem to mind. Quite the contrary. Her hips made tight circles, her body jerked toward Tobias, and more importantly—her cunt clenched hard around the head of Sebastian’s cock.

  They practically said the words at the same time.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Bobbi—don’t—”

  “Oh yeah right there right there ohhhhh God, God.”

  And then afterward there was just the feel of him shuddering and jerking against her, the obvious and thrilling feeling of his cock swelling inside her, Tobias at her ear, whispering, “Take it, take it.”

  She didn’t know which one was worse, but all three things prolonged her orgasm past the point of sense. She found herself grabbing Tobias’ hand, then doing something embarrassing like grinding herself against it. Terrible noises came out of her body—akin to the death throes of an as yet unidentified creature. Even her mind turned against her, as she lay like a wet rag in the middle of all of this mess.

  God I love you both, it wanted to say. Love you all the time, so much.

  She couldn’t fault it, however. She couldn’t say anything about it at all. Because a second later, Sebastian actually went right ahead and said the thing out loud. He didn’t even hide it behind adore or care, the way she’d been planning on.

  He just blurted the words, like all her stupid imaginings of him and his high-fiving feelings for her.

  “Man I love you, Bobbi.”

  She vastly appreciated the little man at the start. It was almost as if he’d put his hand up and asked her to slap it, after all. Made the whole thing so much easier.

  Though Tobias seemed to think otherwise.

  “Did you seriously just to tell her you loved her directly after having an orgasm? How have you ever had and kept any girlfriends?”

  Sebastian made a little pfffft noise.

  “Hey—I have never told a girl I loved her in the middle of sex. Bobbi is the only one with that high honor.”

  “I’m thrilled, truly.”

  “See, she’s thrilled,” Sebastian said, so idly it made Tobias wonder aloud if he was really fucking falling asleep. And in truth, she could feel the top of his body sort of easing away from her a little, maybe sprawling back against the nearest pillow.

  The bottom half of his body, however…

  “Yeah, I don’t think he’s falling asleep. Still feels like a pneumatic drill between my legs.”

  “It’s going down, okay? It’s definitely going down.” He paused. “I don’t think it’s going down.”

  “Clearly your love for me is sustaining it.”

  “Hey—just because I experienced the most intense pleasure of my life right before saying I love you, doesn’t mean it wasn’t said in earnest. Unlike this guy over here who balked at saying something affectionate to our father on his death bed.”

  “Sebastian, your father is alive and living in Maine,” she said.

  “I meant a metaphorical death bed. Tobias is metaphorically numb inside.”

  Tobias rolled his eyes. Went to punch something on his brother, then sort of seemed to realize both of them were naked. Clearly there was going to be a rule—no touching after clothing had been divested.

  “Really? Because I feel far from numb right now. I feel like I could punch through a wall with my cock, so hey—carry on trying to kill my boner with your dead dad talk.”

  She had to protest, at that. Nobody was getting their boners killed by any dead dads.

  “You sure you want that to happen?” she asked, and then all she really had to do was reach out and grab him—just like before.

  Only this time he didn’t go still or state the obvious. This time he jerked as though she’d stung him, and almost fell right off the bed. She couldn’t even imagine what state he had to be in to react like that, but the thought was enough to put her right back on the edge of arousal.

  Three orgasms, and the idea of Tobias going out of his mind with excitement turned her into a syrupy schoolgirl. Worse than that, in fact. Syrupy schoolgirls probably didn’t let boys grab hold of their thighs and yank them across the bed, until they somehow lay spread-eagled in front of them.

  She couldn’t even muster a fight. She didn’t want a fight. Her body was far too busy telling her how Sebastian had felt between her legs, and really, wasn’t this just more of the same?

  Or not same, exactly. More like—a similar experience with a million different added notes of deliciousness.

  For example, Tobias didn’t wait for her to acclimatize the way Sebastian had. He didn’t give her chance to catch her breath or anticipate anything. He just pinned her to the bed, efficiently, knees pressing into her thighs. And when she tried to reach for his rampantly hard cock—maybe to suck him off, if he wanted that, or something more if he wanted that too—he told his brother in no uncertain terms, “Hold her hands above her head.”

  She didn’t know what to say to th
at. And apparently, neither did Sebastian. He was watching, she could feel him watching intently, but the second Tobias said such a frankly dirty thing his eyes went seriously wide.

  All of that swaggery confidence went out of him, as though he’d never possessed it all.

  “You sure she wants me to do that?” he asked, in a way that almost made her laugh. What was making him nervous about the request, exactly? He’d just fucked her while his brother rubbed her clit. You couldn’t get much more intimate than that.

  She suspected, however, that it was something else about the request that bothered him—and she was proven right a second later.

  “Are you cool with that, Bobbi? I mean, are you cool with…” Sebastian paused, as though trying to figure exactly what the thing was. “Being restrained?”

  It surprised her that he didn’t know already. She’d bucked against his arm and bucked against Tobias’ arm, and sometimes it seemed as though all they did was control her movements. But then—what if she hadn’t been as clear as she could have been, on whether she liked that or not? Maybe all the bucking and trying to get away just made it seem as though she hated it.

  To Sebastian, at least.

  “Just hold her,” Tobias said, as firm and sure as you please. Clearly, he wasn’t in need of an answer. He didn’t need her to speak, or reassure him—he just knew.

  And that thought was embarrassingly exciting. Even more so than his obvious arousal, and the state it had thrown him into. It looked as though he’d started almost constantly clenching his jaw. His blue eyes seemed dark, his usually neat hair mussed and messy.

  Plus, his chest was rising and falling like a piston. If Sebastian didn’t do as he’d been told pretty soon, Tobias was almost certainly going to do it for him. He was going to pin her down—maybe in some filthy, impossible way like back to front or upside down—and then he was going to fuck her.

  And it wasn’t just her that thought so. Sebastian got the same message a second before she did, and closed his big hand around her already linked together wrists. Then he simply pushed them up over her head, until her entire body felt like one long, raw, exposed strip of flesh.