“Go easy with her or I’ll break your jaw.” Nick’s strong arm drops across my chest, banding me to the bed. “You hear me?”
Zeke’s upper lip curls. “You think you could be gentle with this perfect little cunt?”
“No. And that’s the only reason I haven’t already dragged her underneath me, instead.” Nick’s breathing grows ragged, his eyes blazing a trail down my body. “I want to, though. I’m a fucking animal for it. Take her soon or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Reason pierces through the sexual web being spun around me. “Shouldn’t you wear protection?”
I should be alarmed when both men laugh, an amused ripple of sound in the glowing room. But I’m not. There’s only a feeling of inevitability inside me that drives my arousal higher. “Remember, Penny. We’re two obsessed men that would bargain with the devil himself to keep you.” Nick’s smooths his palm down the front of my body, his hand flexing against my stomach. “A swollen belly only makes that easier.”
“Only question is…” Zeke shoves the first half of his swollen flesh inside me with a frenzied grunt, his jaw falling slack. “Whose seed is going to take first?”
When Zeke thrusts the remainder of his erection inside me, my scream is captured by Nick’s mouth. A jagged bolt streaks across my vision, something giving way inside me and burning hot. I whine into Nick’s kiss, but he gives me no choice but to return it, our mouths slanting over and over. My body tries to jackknife, but Nick holds me down, Zeke growling and shuddering above me.
“Christ, man. Christ.” He jerks my hips up onto his kneeling legs, spreading my knees wide in the air. His voice is rough and unnatural, his chest heaving in the dull lamplight. “Knew it just looking at her. God sewed her up tighter than the rest. We’ve got a little miracle in our bed.”
Nick sips at my lips. “He hurting that pussy bad, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I whisper, pressing my face into Nick’s furry chest and breathing. In and out. In and out. Concentrating on the full decadence of having Zeke inside me. “But it’s starting to get better.”
At my admission, they both groan up at the ceiling. “That’s our brave girl. Built to ease a man’s suffering, weren’t you?” Nick says, tracing his lips through my hair, comforting me with strokes of his callused hands. “Daddy needs some sucking now, Penny. He’s getting jealous watching someone else tap that pretty pussy. You don’t want me to be jealous, do you?”
“No, Daddy,” I gasp, my body shaking with the vibration of Zeke’s hardest pump. It goes deeper than the rest and seems to incite him. Zeke bares his teeth and falls forward, his forehead resting on my right shoulder as he starts taking me in earnest—without restraint—his hips pounding me into the bed. Oh my God, it’s so much pressure. So many new sensations. Some bad, but mostly good. More and more, they’re good. “Zeke,” I moan.
“Your brother giving you hell, sweetheart?” Nick grunts, coming to a kneel on the left side of my head, his two hefty thighs filling my vision, along with the ruddy red flesh dangling in between. “Dial it back, son,” warns Nick, his hand working up and down his fat, curved inches. “Don’t make me stop you.”
Zeke is barely recognizable as he lifts his head, his eyes glazed as if in the middle of a fever dream. “Don’t want to hurt her…” he slurs, a shudder passing through him. “But every time I try to slow down, it tightens up. It’s provoking me. Can’t quit. Can’t stop pounding this teasing little cunt.”
“If you don’t want to see her cry, you’ll find a way,” snaps Nick, stroking himself faster. “God knows I’ll lose my mind if one tear rolls down her cheek.”
I’m on the verge of another scream when Zeke’s head comes up, concern written all over his gorgeous face. And that’s what makes all the difference. Not his hips slowing down or his mouth laying apologetic kisses on my shoulder. No, the pain of losing my virginity dulls because of their affection for me. It’s threaded into their hunger, it’s in every slide of their fingertips and groan of my name. Their attention on me is as reverent as it is lustful and in response, my own pleasure grows.
Zeke’s hard drives no longer jar me. I close my eyes and feel for a solution and we’re suddenly moving together, tilting my hips so he can rub against my clit with every thrust. Nick’s fingers trail down my stomach and find my clit, while Zeke bucks into me with controlled force. Only when I arch my back and whimper with pleasure does Nick slide into my mouth, fucking it with possessive pumps, rewarding me with rougher fondles between my thighs.