“That feels so good,” I told him.
He grabbed both of my breasts in his hands. “I’m glad.” He kissed me sweetly, carefully. “Thank you.”
I knew the graciousness was directed at me for the way I’d treated Quentin. The bond between them as brothers was not to be taken lightly. The more time I spent with them, the more I realized that it wasn’t their company that was their top priority, or their father, or even me; it was each other. Quentin slicked his fingers fully with lube and then started to push them inside of my ass. The feeling was sharp and devoid of pleasure, at first. I tensed, but both Quentin and Keaton started to lay tender kisses all over my neck and shoulders.
“Just relax. It’ll feel good soon, I promise,” Quentin said, and I believed him.
He used a single digit to push in and out of the ring of muscles until the walls started to give way. With each poke, he got a little further inside, and while continuously applying lube, he eventually was moving his finger in and out with ease. He added another finger, bringing some of the pain back, but also pressing against the walls and sending jolts of pleasure across my body. While Keaton continued his lovemaking, Quentin continued to finger my ass until he was getting no resistance. I moaned out as the pain subsided and I was starting to become desperate for his dick.
“I’m ready,” I told Quentin, “please give it to me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded. “I want it.”
Quentin pulled his fingers out from my ass with a lewd squelch. He pushed his dick up to my asshole and Keaton stopped moving. “It may still hurt a little. If it gets too bad, just tell me, and I’ll stop.” His voice was low and caring.
“I’m okay,” I reassured him.
Immediately, he started to push his way in. A long, drawn out moan escaped my lips as he filled me up, and it did hurt, but it also felt marvelous. Having both my holes full with these amazing men felt like something I should have to pay for. I started to rock my hips forward and backward, stroking myself on the two dicks inside me and I felt like I was going to burst.
“It feels so good,” I whined.
“You’re so tight,” Quentin huffed. “Damn it. I’m not gonna make it long, this first time.”
“I’m close too,” Keaton said.
They took over, moving in and out of me in tandem. Whenever Keaton moved in, Quentin pulled out, and vice versa. I couldn’t tell if they were purposely trying to keep from both being all the way in at the same time, but I didn’t care for the pleasure I was in. The sawed in and out of me like practiced lumberjacks and all I could think about was the waves of orgasm that were dancing over me.
“I love it,” I whimpered out with what was left of my energy. “I love having both of my holes filled.”
“We love filling them,” Keaton said to me. “I’m gonna fucking come, baby.”
“I’m gonna come again,” I mumbled.
Keaton pushed as far up into me as he could go, with grunts and groans coming out in staccato bursts. He dropped out of me and I fell against him, leaving my ass hanging in the air alone with Quentin still pushing into it.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna come yet,” he complained, “but it’s so good, I can’t hold it in.”
Quentin pressed into me a few more times, my ass still getting used to the feeling of him being inside, and with one last, powerful thrust, he buried himself in me and came. “Ah!”
My eyes would barely stay open. Quentin was petting my asscheeks as he slowly pulled out and then he kissed me a few times on my back.
“Are you okay?” Keaton asked.
I shook my head. “No.” I looked up at him. “I still don’t know what Maverick’s kink is.”
All of the guys laughed as Keaton rubbed a thumb over my cheek. “We’ll save that for next time.”
I nodded an approval, mostly because I couldn’t handle anything else for the night. The last thing I remember was Quentin lifting me from my feet and carrying me bridal style before I set my head against his shoulder and fell asleep.
23
Harley
It was probably my own fault for assuming my brothers were charming or charismatic enough to get Alexa to go for them as well, but I was a little surprised to hear that she’d slept with all of them over the past couple of days. In any other situation, I’d be perfectly pleased; this was our goal all along, but the reality was, the more attached we got to her, the harder it was going to be to say goodbye to her to keep her out of Malia’s fangs. We didn’t even know what the future held for the eight of us now, that the last thing we needed to do was involve a woman in our bullshit, especially one like Alexa who I honestly think could be the one. I knocked the thought from my brain. I shouldn’t focus on that when it was nothing more than a dream I’d never realize. I’d probably be stuck with Malia until she got sick of me and just strangled me in our sleep.