Page 145 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
“Shut up, Owen,” Tessa laughs, but the sound quickly turns into a broken moan as Asher ducks his head and takes her nipple into his mouth.
He sucks hard, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub while his hand squeezes her other breast, kneading the soft flesh.
It’s on. The game dissolves, and the pure, primal competition begins.
“Bed,” Ethan commands.
“No,” I say. “Here. The rug is soft, and I want to see her spread out.”
“Rug,” Tessa agrees breathlessly, her hands tangling in Asher’s hair to hold his head against her chest.
Ethan slides off the sofa to join us on the floor.
We surround her, forming a solid phalanx of muscle and pure intent. It’s playful, chaotic, and incredibly greedy.
I focus entirely on her mouth. I kiss her deeply, tasting the sweetness of the sake and the sharp spice of Ethan lingering on her tongue. I nip at her lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothe it with a slow swipe of my tongue.
“You taste fucking delicious,” I murmur against her lips.
“You talk too much,” she whispers, pulling me closer by the back of my neck.
Ethan takes charge of the rest, moving confidently between her legs. He doesn’t hesitate to hook her knees over his broad shoulders, spreading her wide and displaying her to the room.
I have a front-row seat as he buries his face in her.
Tessa screams—a sharp, shocked sound of absolute pleasure that bounces off the walls. Her hips buck wildly off the floor as she actively seeks more friction.
“Ethan!” she cries out, her voice breaking.
I hold her down, pinning her wrists to the rug above her head and interlacing our fingers to anchor her in place.
“Take it, T,” I whisper directly in her ear. “Let him eat you. Be a good girl for us.”
“It’s too much,” she sobs, thrashing helplessly under my grip. “You’re all… everywhere.”
“That’s the exact point,” Asher says, lifting his head from her breast. His lips are wet and swollen. “Saturation. Overload. Total system failure.”
He moves down, joining Ethan between her legs. Two mouths.
“Oh my god,” Tessa wails. Her head thrashes from side to side, her eyes rolling back into her head. “Owen! Owen, help!”
“I’m helping,” I grin against her throat.
I kiss her neck, biting down gently on the sensitive cord of muscle there while grinding my hips against her thigh, letting her feel exactly how hard my cock is through my jeans.
They completely work her over. I watch Ethan’s broad, forceful tongue working into her, while Asher focuses entirely on her clit, licking and sucking with a maddening, flickering speed that has her openly sobbing.
They’re absolutely feasting on her.
She comes incredibly hard.
It’s a violent, full-body convulsion. She clamps down on my hands, her nails digging into my palms until I’m almost sure she’s drawn blood. She screams into my shoulder, her body bowing right off the rug as she hangs suspended in pure, blinding sensation.
Ethan and Asher don’t stop. They devour her together until she’s sobbing, completely undone, and totally limp on the Persian rug.
Only then do they move up.
Ethan drags his heavy body over hers, looking absolutely feral with his messed-up hair and dark, dilated eyes. He unzips his pants, shoving them down before ripping open a foil wrapperwith his teeth and quickly rolling the sheer latex down his thick, angry length.
