Sandwiched

Carlee

"Oh God…"

My body convulsed with pleasure as both of them attacked my thighs at the same time. Dillon went for my right thigh while Dexter took the left. They started with soft kisses, then turned to sucking and biting. A moan and a wince escaped me at the same time. My body was vibrating with need, my skin erupting in goosebumps as their tongues moved over me. They were so close to where I needed them, yet still so far.

"Dillon," I gasped, grabbing his hair. "Dexter…" I groaned as I grabbed his too. Dillon was always rougher and more intense. Dexter was slower, but just as dangerous.

Carlee

My fingers tightened in their hair as I tried to guide them lower. That was a mistake. Dillon bit down harder on my thigh. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make me cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure. My body shook so hard I fell back against the bed.

They both pulled away at the same time. I looked up at them with wide eyes, already missing their mouths.

"Tsk tsk tsk." They shook their heads at me, almost in perfect sync. "You have to be patient, sweet cheeks," Dexter said. My eyes followed his hands as he slowly unclasped his belt. He was taking his time on purpose, making me wait even longer.

Before I could say anything, Dillon grabbed my face and smashed his mouth against mine. The kiss was rough and messy from the start. I held onto his shoulders for dear life as he claimed my mouth completely. His tongue dominated mine, and all I could do was moan into him. Spit mixed between us and neither of us cared.

Movement behind me. Suddenly my body was lifted and turned. Dexter had me on all fours, breaking the heavy kiss with his brother. I bit my lip and arched my back in anticipation. Dexter rubbed both of my ass cheeks before his fingers finally pushed inside me.

A broken moan left my mouth as my chest dropped against the bed. His fingers were fast and rough, just the way I liked it.

"Look at me."

Dillon's voice pulled my attention. I slowly lifted my head and found him watching his brother work me open. It had always turned him on, watching me fall apart for both of them. Only then did I realize he was already naked. His cock stood hard and ready, pointing straight at my face.

"May I?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, still lost in the way Dexter's fingers kept moving inside me. The second I gave him permission, Dillon stepped closer. I opened my mouth for him, but a strained moan came out instead as Dexter suddenly replaced his fingers with his cock and pushed deep inside me.

"Dex… Dexter," I gasped, my voice broken and rough.

Dillon didn't wait. He pushed his cock past my lips and I took him in immediately. I sucked him the way I knew he liked, moaning around him as he started to thrust. His movements were not gentle. His balls slapped against my chin with every push.

"You're taking my cock so well, as usual," Dillon groaned. His pace grew faster and rougher. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat.

Behind me, Dexter kept a steady but deep rhythm. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low. Instead of answering, I pushed my hips back against him, silently asking for more. A short chuckle escaped him before he gripped my hips harder and drove into me with more force.

Dillon laughed darkly at the sight. "Bro, seems like you forgot our girl is still a little minx." He suddenly changed his angle and picked up speed, thrusting into my mouth without mercy. My eyes rolled back as I tried to keep up with both of them at once.

"Fuck," Dillon cursed. His body went stiff and he spilled down my throat in thick pulses. I swallowed everything he gave me, milking him until he slowly pulled out. A mix of cum and spit trailed from my lips. I licked them clean without thinking.

"What a sight," Dillon said, smiling as he gently wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

Dexter was still moving inside me, his pace growing more urgent, faster now, deeper, his grip on my hips almost bruising. I could feel how close he was. I was close too, the pressure coiling tighter with every thrust.

"You're taking his cock so well, baby," Dillon murmured from beside the bed. The praise made my stomach flip. "Good girl."

Those two words pushed me higher. Dexter drove into me harder, then buried himself deep and came with a low groan, filling me. He stayed inside for a few seconds before slowly pulling out.

I was still right at the edge, body trembling, unfinished.

"Help her out," Dillon said quietly.

Dexter didn't need to be told twice. He dropped down, spread my thighs, and put his mouth on me.

"Good God—" I cursed as my legs closed around his head. He licked and sucked like a man who had been starved, and I loved every second of it. His fingers dug into my thighs as he kept me open for his tongue. The pressure built fast and hard until I finally broke, squirting against his mouth. He stayed right there and took all of it, then gave me one last slow kiss before pulling away.

I collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My whole body felt heavy and used in the best way.

I looked up at them. Both twins were watching me with the same knowing smirk.

Then a different voice cut through the air.

"Carlee."

I shot up from the bed so fast my head spun. August stood in the doorway, face tight with disgust. For a second I couldn't move, couldn't speak, could only stare back at him as the dream drained out of me and reality slammed into its place.

I had just had a vivid sex dream about my husband's brothers.

"What the absolute fuck?" August said, staring at me like he didn't recognize the woman in front of him.