“Yes, Sir.”
His left hand moved to her neck. “There’s a gag reflex inside this pretty little throat. It’s natural as can be. I don’t want you trying to prove anything by pushing yourself too far. Tonight, I want you to lick the head of my cock and then put it in your mouth. That’s all until I tell you otherwise, little one.”
Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. God, whenever he called her that, everything inside her came alive. The tenderness she’d sensed in him early on was now out in the open and pointed right at the center of her heart. He and Scott had captured all of her being. She was theirs. No doubt about it.
It was as if every thought that entered her mind, they could hear, every emotion that sprung inside her, they could sense. But it didn’t end with them knowing her inner workings better than she knew them herself. These brothers became whatever she needed them to be—tough and demanding sometimes, gentle and indulgent at other times.
She kissed Eric’s cockhead, relishing the fresh drop of pre-cum on her lips. She licked the saltiness of Eric’s essence and looked up as his eyes narrowed into a hungry stare.
“Open your mouth and take in the crown. Don’t suck on it yet.” His words, though tender, held a tinge of risk and passion. He was on the edge of his control, and that made her both jittery and ecstatic.
She opened her mouth wide and moved her lips to the head of his cock.
He groaned a little, and she felt for a brief second his hand press lightly on the back of her head. “Damn, I feel like a teenage boy with her.”
Scott laughed. “See how you’re getting to him, sweetheart? Mr. Control is having trouble. I love it. You better not shoot your load down her pretty little virgin throat.”
“Shut the fuck up. I’m trying to concentrate here.” Eric’s breathing was heavy.
Megan loved the impact she was having on him. Keeping his crown in her mouth, she rolled her tongue over his cock slit and was rewarded with another drop of deliciousness.
“Holy hell, Megan,” Eric blew out. “Damn, that feels good. Okay, you can suck me now.”
She sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks, continuing to swirl her tongue around his cockhead. Scott shifted to the floor behind her, and then his hands came around and cupped her breasts. His lips kissed the back of her neck, causing her to moan into Eric’s cock inside her mouth.
“Enough,” Eric groaned. “I know my fucking limits and I’m already there. One more lick, little one, and then we move on to the next phase of tonight’s activities.”
“Shouldn’t our sub try to swallow a cock fully at least once?” Scott said, his teasing, brotherly tone not lost on her.
“Yes. She should. It’s important. Give me a second.” Eric buried his hand in her hair again. “Okay, little one. I want you to relax your throat. Think about how you would open your mouth and say ‘ah’ at the dentist. It’s the same thing without the sound. If you understand me, squeeze my cock with your right hand.
Keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she squeezed his shaft as he’d told her to do.
“Okay, ready?”
She squeezed him again.
He thrust lightly in and out of her mouth, sending his cock a fraction of an inch deeper down her throat.
“Look at that pretty little cocksucker go.” Scott gently massaged her breast. “How’s she doing?”
Eric groaned. “She’s killing me. Fuck. Feels good.” His self-control was something to behold. He was on the edge of release but held himself steady. She could feel the pulse of his cock thudding harder and harder against her lips. She wanted to take more of him, more inches. She didn’t even have three inches of Eric down her throat yet.
Ahhh. Her throat was tightening and panic crawled at the edge of her consciousness.
“Enough.” Eric pulled
out of her mouth, once again clearly sensing her emotions before they got the better of her. He brushed the hair out of her eyes. “You did great, little one. Really good.”
“Her first time and she nearly sent you to the moon,” Scott said, continuing torturing her breasts with his fingertips. “Can you imagine how good she’s going to be in a few weeks?”
“God no. Imagine how she’ll be in a couple of months. If we aren’t very careful, she’ll be the one in control, not us.”
His praise unraveled her and ignited every feminine part of her.
She felt a slight tug on her hair from behind.
“That won’t be happening,” Scott said. “In our bedroom, in our playroom, and here at Phase Four, she’s our sub. We are in control. Always.”