Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Are you sore?” he asks, and Ellie shakes her head. He kisses down her neck, between and over her breasts, taking each of her nipples into his mouth over and over until her back arches and her hips search for contact. Moving lower, he licks over her stomach, trailing until his tongue finds her clit.
Ellie rises onto her elbows, staring down as he licks her pussy, his eyes always open and focused on hers.
“That’s it,” Colby says. “Make that pussy ready.”
I stroke my cock, enjoying the way it swells in response to the sight of my brother making Ellie feel good. She bites her lip as Seb’s tongue probes her entrance, lapping up her arousal like it’s a sweet pudding.
Colby rounds the bed, his hand on his cock, searching for a different perspective. When he kneels on the mattress, I realize he’s looking for more.
“Time to put those pretty puffy lips to good use,” he says, using his big hand to push her hair over her shoulder and lining up his cock with her mouth.
Ellie stares up at him, making him wait. I don’t know what she’s searching for in his eyes, but she must find it because, as Seb flicks her clit over and over, she leans forward and takes Colby into her mouth.
The hiss he makes sounds almost painful. Even though the angle is awkward, Ellie makes good work of sucking him off. The deeper she takes him, the angrier he looks, as though nothing she does will ever be enough.
While Ellie’s busy with my moody brother, Seb rolls a condom over his cock.
“You ready for me?” he asks, touching Ellie’s hip. She pulls away from Colby and shifts closer to Seb, focusing all her attention on him.
“I’m ready.”
The past group sex we’ve had has been fun, sexy, and once it was even rough. But somehow, this feels different. There’s a closeness between us, which is inevitable considering our connection. There’s emotion behind everything, even the bossy way Colby is acting.
I wish my brother didn’t have such an issue with admitting and expressing his feelings. He still lashes out like he did when we were kids, trying not to let anything hurt him.
When Seb wraps his arms around Ellie and settles into the cradle of her thighs, I see Colby look away. It’s as though he wishes this could be a more distant experience, only so he can keep his feelings under a rock where he likes them best.
Seb rocks into Ellie, gently at first, smiling down at her and kissing her in a way that seems searching. In his own way, Seb is trying to get Ellie to face the way she feels about us. She responds to everything, but from an outsider’s perspective, there is still a fracture. Just an inch of emotional space that Ellie isn’t willing to cross.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Seb says, and Ellie moans, closing her eyes and gripping his ass, trying to pull him deeper and closer, searching for her release. Seb doesn’t disappoint.
I watch Ellie come, getting so close again that I drop my cock like it’s on fire. Seb isn’t far behind, falling over Ellie’s body like a dead weight. I know how he’s feeling. When a man puts everything into sex, all that’s left is an empty shell in the aftermath.
My eyes meet Colby’s, and his jaw ticks. It’s like he’s annoyed that Seb is whispering sweet things in Ellie’s ear and still stroking her sweat-slicked body. I know Colby must be hungry for his turn, but it’s more than that.
Colby doesn’t do affection. He doesn’t do tenderness. The line he draws between sex and love is thick and carved out in permanent marker.
This isn’t love. At least Ellie has made it clear how she feels.
She wants sex, and we’re happy to give her that, but at what cost?
Colby doesn’t want to cross his line unless Ellie is in a place to reciprocate, so his only option is to keep on his cold and bossy armor.
As Seb rolls onto his back, his chest still heaving, Colby stalks to the end of the bed, rolling a condom down his angry-looking cock with darkness clouding his eyes.
18
ELLIE
Truth or dare?
If you asked me that question, I’d reply dare every time. Where does truth get you? Talking about the past. Baring your soul. Revealing things you might otherwise have wanted to keep close to your chest.
But dares? Dares get you on your back with your spread legs held by two of the sexiest men on this earth while another huge, gorgeous man rolls a condom down his immense cock, staring at your pussy like it’s the gateway to heaven.
Dares are perfection.
“Your pussy looks sore,” Colby says, matter of fact.
“It’s not,” I reply, although I’m not sure what he’s expecting. His two equally hung brothers have already spread me open. I’m hardly honeymoon-fresh right now.