he was flexing his cock inside of her, she might have believed he'd forgotten all about her.
She hung suspended not only above the porch floor, but just above the precipice she needed to go over in order to come.
"Oh, please, Chase. Fuck me!"
Chase grinned. "Certainly, sugar. You only had to ask." Then he turned to Brian again. "Since she's in such a hurry, why don't you give her a hand? Or, more specifically, a thumb and forefinger?"
"Be happy to." He smiled at her, then licked his forefinger and thumb, and then oh, so leisurely, brought them close to her body.
Carrie squeezed Chase's cock, and he chuckled, and finally, finally started to move in her. Other times, it would be he who would take her with a slow and measured pace. But this time, oh, this time he thrust in hard, fast strokes that pummeled her in the most delicious way. Her breasts jiggled with his thrusts, and Carrie wrapped her legs around him tighter, wrapped her hands around the railing tighter, and lost herself in the wonder of being fucked by his cock.
"Oh, yes, yes...oh, Chase, yes, please...I need...." Words failed her. She gritted her teeth and a sound emerged that felt as if it came from her very soul, as she bore down on the cock fucking her and tried to pull her orgasm to her.
Brian stroked her clit, and then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, and her climax flooded up and out of her, a wild, frantic ride of bliss that consumed her heart and mind, body and soul. She came and came and came and wondered that she could live through such a cataclysm.
Sound and sensation seemed to shimmer and hang as if suspended in time and space. She'd felt Chase come, heard and felt him struggling for breath.
He reached behind him and eased her legs from where she'd clamped them around his waist.
Brian's arms came around her, which was a really good thing because she didn't have the strength to hold on for another moment. When Chase stepped back, Brian lifted her and held her close, and carried her inside the house and up the stairs.
"You still doing okay there, darlin'?"
Carrie grunted, and somehow found the strength to loop her arms around Brian's neck. She'd heard the grin in his question, and really couldn't fault him for it.
He kept on walking, carrying her through the bedroom and into the bathroom.
"Give me a sec." Chase walked past them. She heard the sound of clothes hitting the tile floor, and then the shower came on.
She giggled when Chase tugged off her shoes and then her skirt while she was still in his brother's arms. Then he clamped his hands on her waist, and she released Brian. Chase held her a few inches above the floor, and she obediently raised her arms, so Brian could pull her shirt off her.
Chase didn't put her down until she was inside the shower stall. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. The sensation of his cock resting along her back made her shiver in anticipation.
Then Brian stepped into the shower with them. He wasted no time squirting some bodywash onto his hands. The scent of oranges filled the enclosure, enhanced by the steam of the water.
"You're so damn sexy." His rough voice caressed her flesh every bit as much as his soapy hands did.
Carrie sighed as his hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs rubbed back and forth across her nipples. She looked down the front of his body, unsurprised his cock was already at half-mast.
She grinned. "Y'all like to talk about how I'm hot, but the two of you are a couple of randy bucks. You are both sex on a stick, and pure sin."
"Yes, ma'am." Chase's voice sounded in stereo, because her head rested against his chest. "At least we are where you're concerned," he said.
Brian slid a soap-covered hand down over her stomach and then slid it between her legs. He rubbed back and forth over her slit, his hooded gaze heated and locked on hers.
Chase bent down and kissed her shoulder. He handed her the bottle of bodywash. "Put some on my hand, please, sugar."
Carrie did as she was asked, then took the opportunity to squirt some onto her own palm. She didn't waste any time, because she knew these men. It was only a matter of time until they completely derailed not only her thoughts, but her will, as