My Brother’s Biker Besties

Zane’s fingers smoothly break through my thighs and rub against my pussy, softly grazing my jeans right up my wetness.

“Mmmhhh…” I can't hold back the moan rising at the back of my throat, or the joy of forbidden pleasure slowly consuming my soul. “Ahhh…” My whispers melt on Knox’s tongue, mouth open in total surrender as he slips his tongue and French kisses me.

“You taste so delicious.” His lips circle mine, and suck me in, tasting every inch of my lips, my mouth, his hand slides to the back of my neck to deepen the kiss.

I forget my devotion to my brother, or the fact that we’re in a public space and crazy Sofia is recording! The loud thumping of my heart drowns the chaos around me, and the way Zane gently massages my cunt drives me wild!

“Ple…” My legs clap, pressing Zane’s finger right up my ass, and I’m not sure if it's the best decision.

He presses against my back, smearing me onto Knox, his fingers dig harder, as if ready to penetrate me through my soaked panties. I'm not ready when he pinches my sensitive folds, clasping them between my jeans!

Fuck!

My legs give way, my body collapses forward, and Knox is generous enough to catch me, maybe selfish, because his fingers intentionally skim past my breasts! It's like I’m torn between two devils and I don't know which is less evil.

“Please…” My mouth hangs wide open, taking Knox’s saliva that slides down to the back of my fucking throat, while his hand clutches around my neck, keeping me in submission.

“Tell me to stop,” Zane mocks me, his lips graze my ear, and the tip of his tongue licks my lobe. “My princess.”

A chilly sensation runs up my spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake. I can't speak, my lips are quivering against his brother’s, legs shaking with his fingers still fucking me through my now visibly soaked jeans.

“What are you fucking doing to her!?” Jeremy rips Knox off me, leaving me vulnerable to Sofia’s hungry camera! I fall back, finding support in anything and from anyone.

I'm not sure if she’s seeing me literally dripping onto my panties, or the shit Zane is doing to me from behind. And frankly, my brain is too fried to care. The way my pussy throbs hard against his fingers drives me nuts.

Bigger and taller than Jeremy, Knox tackles him smoothly, pushing him back onto his seat, and slamming a hand on his shoulder to hold him still. I fight back the moan, gulping loudly, dryly, my throat bulging with each rough swallow.

Unable to stand his ego being broken, Jeremy tries to fight back but a simple reinforcement has him trapped in his seat. His teary eyes dart from me to Knox, and back to me. I follow his gaze as he watches Zane’s arms around my body, delicately wrapping me to himself. They follow down and widen, in absolute shock. I’m not certain what he saw, but I know all my secrets are out.

My subconscious has me squeezing my legs as if hiding the tiniest hint of Zane’s fingers.

“Babe—”

Knox grabs his throat, ferociously, jaws hardening with raw anger. The tight grip silences Jeremy, and he kicks and claws for air. He leans in, close enough to whisper against Jeremy’s flushed face. “It's Cleo to you. Understood?”

“Fu… Fuck—”

Like a big bad bully, Knox’s fingers squeeze around Jeremy’s through, nails dig through his skin till he has him switching from stubbornness to helplessness.

“Boy, what did I say?” He groans, voice thick with rage.

Breathless, Jeremy nods, his hands run along Knox’s big hand, finding an entry point, needing to desperately free himself. “Yes.” He spits, managing a word.

“Good boy.” Knox chuckles, enjoying the show as he slowly pulls him up and slams him right back in his seat.

A mix of satisfaction and pleasure pools in my belly, sending waves of heat up my skin. Somehow, the consciousness that I just agreed to date two feral boys hits me hard! They’ve served me the best revenge, but at what cost?

“Let’s go, princess.” Zane murmurs against my skin and sweeps me off my feet before I can protest.

Oh, god… I guess I’m about to find out the price of aging with the devil.

“Watch me ruin you!” Sofia barks, now standing in front of me to get every damn thing recorded.

Without warning, Zane walks past her with my legs in her face. She’s not quick to dodge, I kick her hands, knocking her new phone on the hard floor. She screams as it crashes, the sound of glass breaking delights me.

“How dare you!” She yells and crushes down to weep at her favorite thing.

I'm don't have enough time to laugh at her or replay the pleasing event of tonight, because the farther we get into the dark garage, where Zane’s bike is parked at the extreme, the more it dawns on me that the parking wasn't a coincidence, and Knox’s steady footsteps from behind echo my fear.

I'm about to pay the price!

“Princess,” Zane lays me on the bike, my back kisses the hard metal, my head hanging down on the headlight! And my legs fucking spread out so they fall on both sides of the bike. I feel blood rush to my head, clogging my senses.

No… wait… No…

My legs obey my instinct, closing firmly, but a hand on my knee stops me.

“Big brother didn't warn you, huh?” Zane grabs my legs and forces his body through my weak resistance.

I picture Duke’s cold face, his disappointed tone. “This is wrong,” I murmur into the wind.

“You should have thought about that before stalking me online.” He hands run up my zipper.

“What?” I freeze in shock. He knows?

He laughs, undoing my big button without permission. “You’re not invisible, princess.”

For how long has he known that I’ve always liked him?

Embarrassment stills me in place. The night’s breeze sends chills down my spine, or maybe it's the remnant of the aphrodisiac, but one thing is certain, I don't have the power to stop them… Or maybe I don't want to.

“Pick a safe word…” A hint of mockery is in his tone, and the loud crisp sound of my zippers running down makes my pussy throb harder.

I don't want a safe word…

I don't…

Knox comes in front of me, standing right next to my dangling head, with an obviously full erection!

Wait… Maybe I need a safe word!

Rough and hard, Knox grabs my hands, and locks them around the handle, keeping me in place, he slams his bulge against my face, and I’m forced to sniff in his scent. His erection folds into a big hard mass, roaming all over.

“Fucking feel.” He groans, rocking my open mouth, face fucking me through his hard pants.

The urge to rip down his pants and take his cock torments me, but he doesn't immediately grant me the pleasure.

Zane roughly strips me, dragging down my jeans till they come off. He swims in, fixing his big frame between my open legs. “Sucha wet pussy…” His big palm slaps against my cunt!

“Fuck!” I jerk, stiffening, feeling the vibrations run up my body.

“Is that your safe word, princess?” No warning, nothing, his rough fingers slip underneath my panties and tug the soaked fabric aside, exposing my body.

Cool breeze hits my cunt right before the hard top of his cock blasts against my soft skin.

“Fuck!”

I gasp, losing my sense of decorum, feeling every inch of self-control in me shatter, breaking as rough as his cock runs up my cunt!

“Ahhh—” He slaps a hand over my mouth in warning, but doesn't slow down the way he rams into my pussy! “Mmm…” I cry in his palm, body twisting against him, legs clapping to squeeze his hard muscles against me, his balls slapping right up my ass.

Oh, yes!

“You’re so fucking tight…” He holds one leg and lifts it, needing a good angle to thrust harder.

I squirm, shaking on his bike, dripping right over the expensive leather.

The filthy squash sound of his cock grinding into my wetness engulfs the chirping insects, and my soft sobs.

“Damn you, Cleo…” He frees my mouth and grabs both legs, wrapping them around his hard ass, and pushing further in! “Always posting slutty photos to tease me, huh?” He fucks me harder, sweat breaking down his forehead.

The fact that he knew all along and acted like he didn't notice me is wild. And all those my desperate moments mock me now that I think about them.

“Ahhh…” I bite my bottom lip and rock against him.

I'm about to explode… I feel the pressure cause my cunt to swell around his cock, dripping and throbbing while he recklessly fucks me.

Knox waits, patiently playing with my breasts, the kind that is slow but dangerous. He circles my extra skin dangling down the sides of my shirt, and slips his hand into my shirt to cup my breast.

“You’ve punished me for so long, princess…” Zane splits my legs and crushes his big body against mine, his rough hushed breath right on my skin. The position causes his length to drive up my wetness and I adjust to fit around him. “Remember that photo you flashed your pinkie?”

I freeze…

I freeze because I remember, clearly too!

One time, I wore tennis shorts, pink panties beneath, and bent over for a shot, intentionally revealing my underwear. I posted it and immediately took it down. It was only for a minute and no one saw it!

My face turns pale, words hang in my throat. I want to look at the face of this stalker, but Knox keeps me imprisoned for his brother.

“Waiting to run my fingers along your pinkie was hard…” He lets a leg fall and slips his hand between our bodies to fulfill his fetish of touching my underwear. The back of his fingers graze my folds, sending a fresh wave of pleasure all over me.

“Hmmm… yes…” His thumb touches myclit and I arch my back, trying to keep my trembling frame in place. “Yes…”

He laughs, nuzzling one breast through my shirt while Knox fondles the other.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, blood pools in my skull, riding me to orgasm. His thrust is slow while he fingers me and plays with my clit.

“Don’t stop… Please…” My plea is breathless. I hang my leg around him, feeling my tight pussy hiss as it sucks more of his cock.

“Oh, princess,” he stops playing with my clit! He intentionally stops to punish me. “You wanna know what was harder?” His teeth find my nipple!

“Ah!” I shoot upward, pushing my bruised nipple into his mouth.

“Waiting till you become legal.” He drops the bombshell.

I'm yet to process that my brother’s bestie has been patiently waiting for me to be fuckable, stalking me while counting days to our sins… and freaking planning this night, when he pulls out a bit, and slams into my cunt so hard that a wave of orgasm rips through my body.

“Yes!” I'm vibrating so hard that I almost slip off the bike.

“Not yet, princess.” He pulls out again, grabs my leg, and raises it this time, effortlessly folding my flexible body in half. “You don't get to cum until you taste a hint of my frustration.”

“Please…” I’m literally in tears. I feel my cunt pulsating, unable to handle the feel of his cock over my slit when he should be inside me, fucking me, breaking my tiny pussy! “Fuck me,” I beg, shamelessly.

He chuckles while rubbing his sloppy length up and down my engorged clit, taunting me, testing my limit! Fuck Knox, I desperately want to reach down, grab Zane’s cock, and shove it back in my throbbing pussy.

Fuck both of them!

“One more time, love.” He pushes the tip against the entrance of my pussy, and sighs at the buttery feeling of my wet cunt opening up to fit over his cock. “You’re such a slut.”

“Then fuck me!” I cry in deep desperation.

He laughs, slowly pushing in, dipping his length in his favorite place. “Good girl.”

My mouth hangs open in expectation of his hard fucking when I hear a zipper open next to my face. Knox’s hand is no longer on my breast, but right around his fat cock that springs over my face!

“Shhh…” He slaps his thick length on my lips and moans. “Keep it open.”

Sudden footsteps from behind make my blood run cold. We’re in public! And in a freaking open garage!