Torn (Dark Legacy Duet 2)

Her breathing is short and when he wraps his other hand around the back of her neck, I release her and pick up my own glass to finish my drink before refreshing it.

I watch them. Watch him kiss her temple, her cheek, the line of her jaw, everything but her mouth. I watch him rub her clit. Watch her face change, her mouth opening, watch her push into his hand.

I set my glass aside and pull off my sweater.

Greg turns her to me and leans down to pull her jeans and panties off before rising to draw her sweater over her head, unhook her bra and strip her bare.

I pull her to me, kiss her, cup her pussy while Gregory strips off his shirt and kisses the back of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, her back.

I collect her hair and lift it up, tilt her head so her ear is to my mouth. “When you come, you only come with me, understand? And you look only at me.”

She nods, her eyes wide.

“Undo my jeans,” I tell her.

She does, her fingers fumbling a little.

“Now take me out.”

She reaches in, cups my cock and draws it out, her hungry eyes locked on mine.

“Good girl. Do the same for my brother.”

She turns, is a little more hesitant with him.

He leans in, pushes her hair from her ear, cups the back of her neck. “I don’t bite,” he whispers, taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth, grinning as he counters what he just said.

She gasps, her hands on his chest, trembling as they travel down over his belly to undo his jeans.

I wrap my hand around to rub her pussy, taking her clit between thumb and forefinger and kissing her shoulder.

“That’s it. You’re doing good,” I say.

Gregory has a one-sided grin on his face and waits patiently as she takes his jeans down, looks down at his ready cock. Cups it and licks her lips.

I put one hand on her shoulder and push her to her knees and she opens her mouth and takes him in and Gregory puts one hand on the top of her head like he’s blessing her.

He closes his eyes and exhales a breath.

I move to sit on the couch, picking up my whiskey, drinking, watching her suck his cock, watching as he cups the back of her head and holds her as he pushes in deeper.

She resists, pushing against his thighs.

Gregory’s hand fists in her hair, holds her in place.

“Easy, brother. Mine’s the first dick she sucked.”

“So, she’s almost a virgin,” Gregory says, easing out of her mouth, sitting on the sofa and picking up his drink.

Helena remains kneeling between us.

“You don’t make her come unless I say,” I tell Gregory. “And you don’t kiss her mouth. Ever.”

“Understood.” He sets his drink down. “Stand up,” he tells her.

Helena glances at me and I give her a nod. She stands.

“Now come here.”

Obediently, she goes to him.

He takes hold of her hips and pulls her closer, using his thumbs to open the lips of her wet pussy. He leans his head in and licks and she gasps and grips his shoulders to remain standing.

With one tug, he has her straddling him, her knees on either side of his thighs. He takes one nipple into his mouth and she’s still holding onto his shoulders, watching the top of his head and a moment later, he draws back to look at me.

“Fuck her cunt. I want her ass.”

I stand up, move behind her and wrap her hair around my fist, turn her to look at me, kiss her as my brother draws her down, and the moment he sheathes himself on her, I steal her exhale, swallow it.

“She’s tight, brother,” Greg says, his voice husky.

“She is. Tight and wet.” I knead her nipple, turning it between my fingers. When her breath hitches, I squeeze. “If you come on his dick, I’ll punish you, understand?”

She nods and Greg smiles.

I disappear into the kitchen, return a moment later with the bottle of olive oil and push my jeans and briefs off.

Gregory grips her hips and drops to his knees on the floor.

I kneel behind her, listening to her as I rub olive oil all over my dick and I know it takes all she has not to come right now. I can hear it in the way she breathes, in the wet sounds of her cunt.

“Soon, Helena,” I say.

She turns her head back and kisses me. “I can’t. Please.”

I give a shake of my head. “You’d better.” With that, I close my mouth over hers and smear olive oil over her tight little asshole.

She mewls. Begs again.

“Fuck, she’s going to come,” Greg says. “I feel it.”

I slap Helena’s ass with one hand while pushing one slick finger into her ass.

“You ready to take us both?”