Forbidden Prescription 2 (Forbidden Medicine 2)

I didn’t watch what he was doing too closely. I was kissing her, sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand around her neck angling her just right. She gave sweet little moans and whimpers and I swallowed every one of them. I was being not-so-careful again with the kissing, holding her jaw to keep her mouth open wider for my tongue.

I pulled back when I thought it was time to let her breathe, but I didn’t stop, nipping her lips, kissing down her throat, to her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked, and she gasped, her back arching, offering more of herself to me. I growled and sucked harder, then gave attention to her other breast.

We hadn’t been in the position for long, but I was already hard again. Precome leaked from the tip, trickling down the length of my sensitive cock, driving me crazy. I ignored it, though, or tried to, trying to make it good for Emma.

I knew she hadn’t come before, and I was still surprised how quickly I’d lost control. I never came before my partner did, no matter how okay she seemed with the outcome. I’d seen her pleased expression when I came in her, it wasn’t about orgasming for her.

Then Emma’s soft, small hands touched me. One reached for my hair, and the other palmed my chest and slid slowly down.

I shuddered, knowing exactly where that hand was going. Down my chest, my stomach, palming my dick and stroking. I shuddered again and went back to kissing her mouth. Her touch was tentative at first, following the length with her fingers, then wrapping them around me again. She pressed her pointer finger against the tip, at the leaking slit, getting her fingers wet. She used that wetness to smooth her strokes, lightly, from base to tip, then back again. My breath caught in my throat, hips giving an abortive thrust. She added a twist at the end, paying attention to the sensitive glans.

I groaned, and Emma made a pleased sound.

She tightened her grip, sped up her strokes, pulling on it, hard. It was just this side of pain, but it still felt damn good. Too good. I pulled back from her mouth as my hips hitched, thrusting into her grip, unable to help myself.

“Emma, be gentle,” I growled the words, burying my face into her neck. The position was uncomfortable for my back but I didn’t give a damn. I bit at the skin, licking it when she jumped and made a noise. “I’m not ready to come yet. Go slow, baby.” The endearment fell out without my thinking about it, but I didn’t call it back, leaning up so I could kiss her some more.

Her breath was quickening, and I knew it was because she was getting close to orgasm. I left her mouth alone, going back to playing with her breasts, using hand and mouth, taking a nipple between my teeth and giving it a light nip, then harder, as my fingers plucked at her other nipple. She kept up a stream of moans, her body wiggling on the bed, thrusting her breasts up for my attention, and then bucking her hips into Carl’s face. By the sounds coming from him, he was enjoying himself, too.

And then Emma was coming, crying out as her body shuddered through her orgasm, her hand tightening almost painfully on me again. To my surprise, I came with her, her grip on my cock growing slippery with the added lubrication. But she didn’t stop jacking me off, her grip slacking a bit, then tightening again and moving harder, making me cry out with her as more come-slicked her palm. I bit down on her neck, and she gave another shudder before going still, her hand gentling.

I was exhausted, and I barely managed to move before I slumped on the bed so I wouldn’t crush her. I pulled her hand away from my softening cock, watched Carl as he rose from between her legs, his mouth wet with her juices, looking damn pleased with himself. He licked his lips, then wiped his hand over his mouth and licked at it. He met my eyes, noticed I was watching, and I saw his lips curl into a grin even as he continued licking, and he winked.

Bastard.

Fuck. I wanted to taste her. But I could see my brother was hard, and I knew what he wanted even before he spoke. I brought Emma’s wet hand to her mouth. I was too breathless to speak, but she was licking at it before I even told her to. My cock twitched in interest, but it was too soon. Hell, with the way I felt, I didn’t think I could come again for the night.

Her hand clean, she dropped it to my thigh, gave a short stroke up, stopping a little too close to my spent cock. Carl got up, licking the sweat off her neck, humming; going down her body until he was between her legs again and gave her a broad swipe with the flat of his tongue, making her shiver.

“I want to fuck you.”

Even though she was exhausted, Emma reacted to that, her body squirming as she made a delicious sound in the back of her throat. My cock twitched again. But I didn’t have as quick a recovery as she did.

Carl looked up at me, eyebrow arched. “Mind giving us some room, bro?” He grinned. “If you want to watch, I’m sure you could find a better view.”

I rolled my eyes. “Bastard.”

But I pushed off the bed and headed for the sofa that sat at the foot if the bed directly opposite it. They were lying sideways in the bed, so I had a clear view as I sat down and watched. I should have found it even a little strange, watching Carl crawl on top of her, lifting her hips as he slid his hard dick inside her, fucking her. Most of my attention was on Emma, but I absolutely saw them both.

He started slow, giving her time to adjust, letting desire build up in her body again. I watched, mouth dry as she arched her back up, planted her feet on the bed and moved her hips against his, fucking herself on Carl’s cock. She threw her arms over her head, clutching the bedspread as she panted for breath, throwing her breasts out, like an offering.

Another thing to add to my growing list of what I wanted to do with her. I wanted to fuck her again, and I wanted her to come with me inside her. I also wanted to do her with her lying on her back so I could see her face, her body. My cock was half hard already, and I stroked a finger down the length.

I wasn’t ready yet, but so long as Carl got done and I wasn’t as exhausted, I could give it a try. If Emma was up for it. She’d come once already, if Carl made her finish, that would make twice. Him both times.

My mouth curled into a grin as I settled back. I couldn’t let my brother get ahead of me, now could I? I’d never come three times in one night, but I was going to give it a try if Emma was still up for it.

Somehow, judging by the pleased noises she was making, I had a feeling she would.

Chapter Ten

Emma

I woke up feeling warm, to find myself in a tangle of limbs, a hard body to my front, another at my back. I was used to sleeping alone, so the higher temperature was probably what woke me up. My mind was a little fuzzy, but everything came back to me after a minute, and I remembered who I was in bed with, why there were two of them.

Abe and Carl were still sleeping, exhausted from last night’s events.

I lay still for a bit, just breathing and letting my mind wake up. Then I crawled carefully out of the bed. I didn’t want to leave, it felt wonderfully warm, but I had to; while they were sleeping, and I had some rationality.

A night of passion was great, last night had been the most amazing night of my life if I was honest, but I needed to leave so I could think clearly. I felt icky and sore all over, and when I got my feet under me, for a second I wasn’t sure they would hold me up. How many rounds did we even go? After Carl fucked me, Abe re

turned to the bed. He fucked me while I lay on my back, then made me ride him half way, and then Carl was there again. Just thinking about it made me hot.

Which was ridiculous after last night. I couldn’t remember exactly how many rounds, but we’d fallen asleep sometime in the early hours of the morning after exhausting each other. It felt like I shouldn’t still be able to get aroused after that.

I stumbled my way into the bathroom, wet a towel and ran it over me, wiping away sweat and… other fluids. I didn’t want to take the time for a shower. I might wake them up, and it would ruin my chances for escape.

The mirror was right there, above the low counter. I didn’t mean to look, but when I caught sight of my reflection, I couldn’t turn away.

The woman in it didn’t look like me. My mousy brown hair was sticking up in places, looking like a rat’s nest. My face was flushed, eyes looking a little wild. The rest of me was what really surprised me, though. I stepped closer, slowly. I brought a hand up to my neck, where teeth marks were imprinted in a bruise. My nipples were erect, flushed as red as my face instead of pale pink. Around my hips were bruises from where they held me a little too tightly, and there was another bite mark just above my hip on the left side.

I wondered, idly, if I’d left any marks on them. I didn’t think I could go check, but I suddenly wanted to. I touched every mark, every bruise, feeling pleased with myself that I made them lose control enough to get a little rough with me. I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I should. The marks would take a while to completely fade, and once I left, I could look at them and remember how completely I’d been owned. I found myself wishing they would last longer, or I could find the guys again and they could just add more on me.

I liked the thought. A lot. But I didn’t want to wake them up, and leaving a letter was a little cliché. Saving my number in their phones was just presumptuous. I looked down my body at the marks as I touched them. I found more on the inside of my thighs, and I thought those were from when Carl went down on me.