Under My Skin (Skin Deep #2)

Brandon looked over at Jacks and asked, “Fucking perfect, isn’t she?”

Jackson nodded his head silently.

Reaching down, Brandon fisted himself, slowly stroking up and down. “Come here, Allie.”

I didn’t hesitate, walking to him and dropping to my knees in front of him. Before I could touch him, he tangled his other hand in my hair and tugged, letting me know that’s not where he wanted me. I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, his hand still wrapped in the silky strands of my hair.

“Get up. I want you on the lounger,” Brandon said.

I got up slowly and walked over to the chaise lounge on the end of my couch to sit on the edge, but before I could, Jackson was there, leaning back into the cushion. He reached up and pulled me down on him, straddling me over his hips and crushing his lips to mine. I felt Brandon move up and stand beside me; I reached out with my hand and stroked it up and down his thigh before cupping him in my hand.

Jackson broke from the kiss on a moan as I ground my hips against the hardness of him beneath me, the hot, hard length of him parting the soft dampness of my sex and gliding along every sensitized nerve. I pushed myself up away from his chest with my free hand and when I did, I felt the head of him prodding my entrance. I shifted and took him deep inside me, feeling every inch of him fill me up. I threw my head back and let out a breathy moan that was cut off when Brandon caught my mouth with his, kissing me deeply and roughly, biting at my lips, sucking the bottom one between his teeth.

Jackson’s hands came up and grabbed desperately at my hips, lifting and lowering me in a slow and steady rhythm. I jerked my head back from Brandon and slammed myself down on Jackson, crying out as the slap of our flesh rang out through the room. I started riding him hard, driving myself recklessly to the edge and pulling him along with me.

His hands tightened on my hips again as he gasped out, “No…slow down, Allie…”

I shook my head at him and then cried out as fingers tangled themselves in my hair again, roughly pulling me back against Brandon’s chest and effectively stilling my hips. Brandon’s fingers tightened slightly before releasing and I heard him murmur ‘sorry’ as he dropped a kiss to the top of my head.

I tilted my face up to him and breathed, “You didn’t hurt me…I like it when you get rough.”

He growled and took my lips in a rough kiss again before pushing me forward until I was pressed flat against Jackson’s chest, his hardness still buried deep inside me. He turned his face to mine and kissed me, his tongue darting out to trace my lower lip and the curve of my jaw before nipping at my neck, the sharp bite causing me to moan.

I felt Brandon lean over my back and begin kissing and nipping down my spine, his hands roaming my skin and making me shiver. I felt myself tense when his finger dipped into the crevice at the base of my spine, parting the pale globes of my ass until his fingertip rubbed over the tender, puckered flesh there. He pressed in slightly, just enough for me to feel the pressure and read his intent.

I let out a low moan as Jackson lightly nipped my ear lobe before whispering harshly, “Brandon is gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours, baby. He’s gonna fuck it while I’m buried deep inside your tight, hot little body. Is that what you want? Can you take us both, Allie?”

I could hear Brandon’s breath coming faster with every word Jackson growled and I wiggled against the hardness impaling me, feeling myself grow even wetter around it. I gasped as I felt a chilly wetness drip down the crack of my ass, and then Brandon’s hot fingers followed, spreading the lube over and around that tender part of me.

“Is this alright, Allie?” Brandon asked softly, his fingers pressing against my opening gently.

I nodded but that wasn’t good enough. “No, baby, I need to hear you say it. Are you okay with this?” he asked.

Jackson reached up and grasped my chin, turning my face toward his to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Allie. We stop now if this isn’t what you want. It’s all about you, babe, not us.”

“I know,” I said softly. “I want this, though. I want to feel you both inside me…at the same time.”

At my words, Brandon and Jackson both moaned and Jackson kissed me again as Brandon’s finger began to breach the tight ring of muscles.

“Push against the pressure a little bit, Allie, and breathe. Just relax, baby.” Brandon pressed in firmly and I forced myself to relax and push against the pressure like he’d said, letting out a breathy sigh as his finger finally slid all the way in. He worked it in and out a few times as Jackson released my lips and held me tight against his chest, running his hands soothingly down my sides and back.

I lost myself to the pleasure of it, the feel of the heat of their bodies surrounding me, making me feel like there was nothing and no one else in the world. Just this. Just us.

Jackson began sliding his thickness against me in short, sure strokes that rubbed the base of him perfectly against my clit, sending streamers of white hot pleasure pulsing through me. I moaned as Brandon added another finger and scissored them inside me before adding another. Jackson shifted until his legs were draped over the sides of the lounger, feet planted on the floor. Brandon shifted again and I felt him kneel behind me; he pressed his hand firmly between my shoulder blades, trapping me against Jackson’s chest. Jackson’s hands moved down and gripped my thighs, splaying them wider over his hips. Brandon palmed the tender globes of my ass and spread them, nestling the thick head of his hardness against my slick back entrance.

“Oh, God!” I cried as he began pushing himself inside of me, both of them holding me so tightly I couldn’t move. The burning and stinging grew until I felt the knob of him pop through the tight ring of muscles and he thrust firmly forward, burying himself as deeply in me as he could go.

I held still, not that I had a choice, and reveled in the fullness of them buried balls deep inside me, stretching me, filling me so completely. I clenched and let out a gasping laugh as they both jerked and moaned.

I wiggled a bit, stopping when Jackson lightly slapped my thigh in warning and growled, “Don’t fucking move. Got…to get control…not…gonna last.”

Brandon leaned his forehead on my back and nodded, apparently in full agreement with Jacks. I wasn’t though; I wanted them to move, wanted them to pound into me. I wiggled again, clenching around them and shifting until I could move just enough to slide slightly up their shafts. Brandon let out a ragged moan and finally moved, beginning to thrust slowly, dragging himself out almost all the way before gliding back in. Jackson countered his thrusts, pushing in as Brandon pulled out, pulling out as Brandon pushed in, on and on in a maddeningly slow rhythm.

“Fuck me harder!” I shouted as I gave in to the wildness building inside me. I sank my teeth into Jackson’s shoulder and felt him shudder underneath me, his hips bucking up sharply, filling me at the same time Brandon thrust home. “Yes! Yes!” I screamed, feeling myself climbing the peak quickly as their control broke, both pounding into my willing body while they held me trapped between them. I felt my release rushing through me, shattering me into a million pieces as I came, my body clenching around them until with one last pounding thrust, they both shouted their release, spurting hot, pulsating streams inside my shivering body.