head in a touch that was both reverent and desperate.
“Ah, fuck,” Keegan groaned low in his throat when she opened her mouth around him. “Oh, shit, Bristol. Baby…”
She took him in deep, her lips wrapping around him, sliding downward. She couldn’t even get half of him in her mouth, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. Bristol curled her fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him in tandem with her mouth while he rocked his hips.
Part of her couldn’t believe she was doing this. She thought she would never experience the same sort of pleasure they’d given her that night. Bristol had even had regrets that she hadn’t had a chance to explore them more.
Now she was desperate to explore them both, to spend the rest of the weekend … hell, the rest of the month, right here in this bed getting to know them on the most intimate of levels.
If only.
*
Aroused. Exhilarated. Eager.
Those were all words Kaden would use to describe himself as he watched as Bristol took Keegan’s cock between her lips, sliding her mouth over him. For a second, he would’ve sworn he could feel the silky glide of her tongue along his flesh as though she was doing the same to him.
Glancing at his brother, he watched Keegan’s face contort with pleasure, his eyes rolling back as he tangled his fingers in Bristol’s hair, hips gently rolling as he pushed deeper into her mouth.
They were a sight, that was for sure.
And while he wished her mouth was on him, Kaden wasn’t jealous. He’d never been jealous of Keegan. For whatever reason, this worked for them. It wasn’t about who got the most attention, more so about what the combination of the two of them could do for her.
While Bristol explored his twin, Kaden stepped back to observe. It was something he’d always enjoyed. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt the same now as he watched Bristol. She was naked and beautiful as she pleasured his brother, her soft moans and Keegan’s grunts and groans the backdrop to the sexy interlude.
Rather than join them and risk interrupting, Kaden stepped up to the end of the bed, right behind Bristol. Because she had worked her way down Keegan’s long legs, her ass was right there, in the perfect position for his hands to roam. It was all he could do not to grab her hips and thrust deep inside, to sate the growing ache inside him.
As it was, Bristol was paying him no mind, seemingly oblivious to the fact he was there with them, but the instant he touched her, Bristol moaned, wiggling her butt, shifting farther back in invitation.
She definitely knew he was there and that knowledge warmed him another few degrees.
Unable to resist, he slid his hands over her soft, smooth skin, gliding up her spine, pausing at her neck then working his way down and around so he could cup her breasts, trailing his lips between her shoulder blades. Encouragement came from her eager moans and the way she rocked back against him. He wanted to touch her everywhere, to taste her again and again. It wouldn’t be enough, he knew. It would never be enough.
Leaning forward, he pressed his chest to her back, propping himself up with one fist on the mattress while sliding the other between her thighs, seeking the heat of her.
Bristol paused what she was doing, shifting her legs wider, her back arching. “Oh, God. Kaden…”
He fucking loved when she said his name. It was a reminder that she was aware of who was with her. That it was them pleasuring her, bringing her to new heights.
Kaden slipped one finger inside the tight clasp of her pussy, teased her as she pushed herself upright, forcing Kaden to stand as he continued to finger her slick pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, pressing back against him, grinding her hips down as he fingered her.
From over her shoulder, he could see Keegan watching her, the heat in his gaze as he observed. Keegan took up where Bristol left off, stroking himself while he watched the show, and for a second, Kaden felt as though he could see Bristol through his brother’s eyes.
“Please, Kaden… Oh, God, yes.”
He gave her what she requested, pushing two fingers into her tight sheath while she ground her hips downward, taking his fingers in deep.
“More,” she bit out, her tone bordering on urgent. “I need more.”
So he gave her more. Planting his palm on her back, he urged