55. The Tour bus (2)

Trigger Warnings: Public indecency, group sex (MFM), voyeurism, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language.

Lena

 

    The engine of the Midnight Express hummed a low, vibrating frequency that seemed to settle directly in my crotch. The cabin was dimly lit, the air smelling of old vinyl, cold rain, and the thick, suffocating scent of male aggression. I sat in the back row, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. To my left was Cassian, and to my right was his brother, Silas. Both of them were broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and possessed a territorial hunger that I had felt since the moment I boarded three stops ago.

I knew their reputation. The Thorne brothers didn't ask; they took. And tonight, they had decided I was the prize they were going to share.

"You're shaking, Lena," Cassian whispered, his voice a jagged rasp that made the fine hairs on my neck stand up. He reached out, his large, calloused hand sliding over my thigh, bunching the fabric of my skirt until my lace panties were exposed to the flickering cabin lights. "Is it the cold, or are you just realizing that you aren't getting off this bus the same way you got on?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. Silas, on my other side, reached out and grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were dark, predatory, and entirely devoid of mercy. "Don't bother looking for help. Look at them. They're all waiting for the show."

I looked down the aisle. A few passengers were scattered in the seats ahead, but none of them looked away. A middle-aged man three rows up was already unzipping his fly, his eyes wide and fixed on us. A woman across the aisle was leaning forward, her hand moving rhythmically beneath her coat. The voyeurism in the air was a physical weight, a collective permission for the brothers to do whatever they wanted to me.

"Good," Silas growled, his thumb pressing into my lip. "I like a witness."

He didn't waste any more time. He stood up, pulling me off the seat and forcing me down onto my knees in the narrow, vibrating aisle. The floor was cold and grimy, but the heat radiating from the two men was a furnace. Cassian unzipped his trousers first, his cock springing free-thick, dark, and already weeping a bead of pre-cum.

"Start with me, Lena," Cassian commanded, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck.

I looked at the massive length of him, the reality of my situation finally sinking in. I opened my mouth, the air in the bus feeling thin. I took him in, my throat stretching to accommodate his thickness. He was salt and musk and power. As I worked my tongue around the head of his cock, I felt Silas move behind me.

"Don't forget about me, sweetheart," Silas whispered. He reached down and gripped my hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to pull off Cassian.

I moved to Silas, my jaw aching as I took him in next. They were identical in their size, their hunger, and their absolute ownership of me. I went back and forth, sucking one then the other, the sound of my wet, frantic swallowing echoing in the quiet bus. Behind me, I heard the sound of the passengers-the heavy breathing, the soft moans of the voyeurs as they watched the Thorne brothers use me.

"She's a natural, Silas," Cassian panted, his hand sliding down to squeeze my breast through my blouse. "Look how she takes it. She wants to be filled."

Cassian sat back down on the bench and pulled me up. He forced my legs apart and sat me on his lap, facing Silas. I felt the cold air hit my wet pussy as Silas stripped my skirt and panties away.

"I'm going to fuck you while you work on him," Silas growled.

He lifted me slightly and guided Cassian's cock into my pussy. I let out a shattered cry as he drove home, the sensation of being filled by one brother while the other watched making my head spin. But Silas wasn't content to just watch. He stepped into the space between my legs, his own cock hard and pulsing.

"Open up," Silas commanded.

I leaned forward, my hands gripping Cassian's shoulders for stability, and took Silas into my mouth. The rhythm was a slow, nasty, filthy percussion. Cassian was hammering into my pussy from below, his balls slapping against my ass, while I worked Silas's cock with my throat. The double-ended use was overwhelming. I felt like a vessel, a piece of equipment being broken in by two masters.

The voyeurs were closer now. A couple had moved to the seats directly in front of us, the woman's hand down her partner's pants as they watched Silas's cock slide in and out of my mouth. I saw the man three rows up finishing into a handkerchief, his eyes never leaving my face.

"You like them watching, don't you, Lena?" Cassian hissed into my ear, his hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing until my vision sparked. "You like being the bus's little slut."

"Yes," I choked out, the lie feeling like the only truth left.

Silas pulled out of my mouth, his eyes blown wide. He didn't want my throat anymore. He wanted more. He pushed me forward until I was draped over Cassian's chest, my ass presented to him.

"I'm going in the back," Silas warned.

He didn't use spit. He didn't use a condom. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass, the muscle resisting for a heartbeat before he drove into me with a single, grounding thrust. I screamed, the sound echoing through the Midnight Express, as I was double penetrated by the brothers.

The sensation was a violent, beautiful collision of flesh. I was stretched to the absolute limit, every inch of my internal space occupied by Thorne blood. They found a synchronized, punishing rhythm. Cassian was thrusting up into my pussy while Silas hammered into my ass. It was slow, heavy, and incredibly filthy. Every movement made the bus's suspension groan, the metal and the meat working in tandem.

"Look at her pussy," Silas growled, his hands marking my hips. "It's trying to swallow both of us. You're such a greedy bitch, Lena."

I couldn't speak. I could only moan, a low, primal sound of total surrender. The pleasure was so intense it felt like pain, a white-hot storm that was tearing through my nervous system. I felt my internal muscles clamping around them, a series of desperate, rhythmic tremors that signaled the end.

"I'm coming!" I screamed, my body racking with the force of my release. My orgasm was a total collapse, my vision turning into a blur of neon lights and dark shadows.

The brothers sensed my peak and pushed themselves even harder. The voyeurs were shouting now, their own climaxes joining the chorus of the engine and our cries.

"Take it, Lena!" Cassian roared, his body tensing as he prepared to finish.

Silas pulled out of my ass with a wet, squelching sound and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. Cassian stayed deep inside me, his body shaking as he emptied himself into my pussy. At the same time, Silas guided his cock to my face.

"Open your mouth," Silas hissed.

I obeyed, my jaw aching, my eyes wide. Silas began to stroke himself frantically, his eyes locked on mine. "This is for being such a good girl," he panted.

He erupted. A hot, thick stream of cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed greedily, the taste of him filling my senses. But he wasn't done. He pulled back and continued to fire, the white, hot mess splashing across my cheeks, my forehead, and into my eyes.

"There," Silas whispered, his voice thick with a dark, satisfied ownership. "Now everyone knows whose ticket you're riding on."

I slumped against Cassian, my face covered in Silas's seed, my pussy full of Cassian's warmth. The Midnight Express slowed as it approached the next stop, the voyeurs slowly retreating to their seats, their faces flushed and sated. The brothers looked at each other, a silent, triumphant understanding passing between them.

I was ruined. I was marked. And as the doors of the bus hissed open to the cold night air, I knew I would never be the same again.