"Then why did you cum inside me? Why are you still inside me? I have to get it out." I was becoming increasingly panicked by the notion.
"I'm claiming you as my own," he said. "Part of how my brother and I compete is by seeing who has the stronger seed."
I looked at him like he was insane. Finally, he started to pull his cock out of me. Drips of cum followed his cock, but he pushed it back into me. "Why are you doing that?"
"Best chance of success."
"What if I don't want to have your child, Carson?"
He shrugs. "It was an unspoken part of the deal. If you don't want to fuck me, that's fine. I'm willing to treat a woman like a goddess, but when it comes to sex, we do it my way, and I don't use protection. It takes away from the natural, primal nature of it all. It ruins it for me."
I breathed deeply as he massaged my messy pussy, still stewing with his seed.
I reminded myself that this is what I wanted, right? I wanted a way to make sure I was taken care of, and right now, he offered me multiple ways of making it happen.
"You're free to get up and run to the bathroom if you so desire now. I'll miss fucking you though, and all the fun we'd have as you swell with my child."
God, I did enjoy everything he just did. "It's fine. I was just really, really, surprised that you approached it like that." I managed a smile.
With my approval clear, he climbed to bed beside me and took me into his arms. Embracing me wholly, he held me close, a hand over my pussy, almost seeming to want to keep his seed inside me all night.
Thoughts of what he did drifted through my head as I began to doze. Thoughts of Carson, and thoughts of Darren, and what was going to come with everything that had happened – and that was going to happen.
Over the night, Carson's grasp on me weakened, so by the time we finally woke up, I wasn't locked into him. I shrugged, and thought it worked for the better. I rolled out of bed, stretched a bit. I wandered off to the bathroom, and did a few things there that don't need to be said. Still naked, I walked out into the foyer of Carson's home, trying to collect my thoughts.
I still felt his seed inside me, even if I couldn't feel it running my hand down there.
A set of hands grabbed me from behind. The grasp was similar, yet different from the set of hands that I had experienced before. They were still strong, firm hands.
I turned around inside the grasp to see the man who had grabbed me.
It wasn't Carson, with his unkempt dark hair.
It was Darren, a much cleaner blond man holding me.
I almost jumped out of my skin, feeling so naked and vulnerable – because I was – in front of a man who wasn't my lover.
Yet.
He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and not much else. His chest was ripped, with little hairs all over. If I wasn't so petrified of his sudden appearance, I would have been very happy to have him this close to me.
Instead, I stammered like an idiot. "Uh, um, what are you doing here?"
"I live here too. My brother and I share this place."
I swallowed. It wasn't the only thing they said they were sharing.
"I see – and heard – my brother have some fun last night. He told you everything, didn't he?"
I nodded.
"It's my turn then."
He introduced himself to me with a kiss. Harsher, stronger, and dare I say far more passionate than his brother. Darren forced his tongue into my mouth, and made my tongue follow his. He pushed me against a wall as he did so, pressing his body against my own, engulfing me with his powerful presence.
Darren broke the kiss by yanking my hair away from his head. It stung at first, but there was an oddly sensual aspect of what he was doing. "See, me and my brother have different opinions of what women want sometimes. He thinks they want to be worshiped. Me? I think more than a few think they get enough of that already. They want something very different – they want passion, something they won't get typically."
I listened to his words with an eyebrow raised, curious to what he meant. "Like what?"