CHAPTER 183

  BRIAN POV

Oh fuck, the noises she’s making. Her breath on my neck in little gasps, her fingers frantic inside her knickers. I can hear how wet she is. I can feel how desperate she is.

      And I’m desperate too.

      One look at Cain and I realise we both are. His eyes meet mine and stay there, waiting, and I know he’s pinning this all on me.

      My call.

      My filthy fucking call.

      My dick is throbbing like a sonofabitch, and that filthy scene on screen is everything that should turn me off but doesn’t. Far fucking from it.

      “Touch me…” she whispers, and it’s enough to break me.

I give Cain the tiniest nod and he drops his eyes. His hand slides from her knee to her thigh and she spreads her legs for him, hitching one right across my lap as his fingers slide over her wet knickers. He moves his fingers over hers until she pulls hers away, and then his hand dips inside the lacy elastic and rubs her there.

      She moans into my neck. Right into my fucking neck.

      I part my thighs and her leg drops perfectly to press her calf against the bulge in my pants. She lifts her face just a fraction, just enough that I feel her breath on my lips.

      Her eyes open into mine and they’re hazy and hooded. Horny. So fucking horny.

      “Touch me, Brian…” she whispers, and I take one last steadying breath before I’m all in with this craziness.

      My fingers land on her shoulder and trail down her arm. I’m slow as I make my way across, my palm flat against her stomach before I inch my way up. Her nipples are pretty little bullets poking through Cain’s old t-shirt. I brush one with my thumb and she moans for me.

      She arches her back as I take her tit in my hand and squeeze. She offers them up for more as I roll her nipple under my thumb, moaning as she lifts her t-shirt. I tug it up and over her head, her hair swishing as I pull the shirt free and toss it to the floor.

      Our beautiful Moona bares me with her beautiful naked tits, and they’re perfect, just like she is. Sweet little pink buds against pale skin. A birthmark just underneath her right nipple. She smiles as I run my hand from one to the other, closes her eyes as I roll her soft little tits around my palm. I grip those hard little nubs between my fingers, and she groans.

      “Kiss me…” she breathes. “Please, Brian. Kiss me.”

      Her lips are soft and sweet and open. I press my mouth to hers and her tongue reaches out for mine. I take her hair and hold her tight, kissing her with the pent-up frustration of every time I’ve wanted to kiss her but couldn’t. I suck her bottom lip, and she twists her fingers in my hair as she murmurs for more, urging me down to her perky little tits.

      And then she reaches for Cain. I hover with my open mouth just a breath from her beautiful nipple, staring up as Cain's open mouth crashes into hers.

      Their kiss is wet and frantic. Their grunts make my balls tighten.

      I fix my mouth over that pretty pale tit and I suck. I suck with my eyes closed, soaking in everything.

      And then a firm hand lands on my wrist. His fingers are wet. Wet with her.

He guides mine where he has been and I rub that wet little slit as he smears his fingers all around her other nipple. And then he’s sucking too.

 His face is next to mine, his mouth fixed over that pretty tit as we both suck and nip and slurp on her. Her fingers in my hair hold me tight, him too, shoulders back as she asks for it harder.

      I suck harder.

      I circle my thumb around the nub of her clit until she rocks her hips and wishes I could see her there. I’m desperate to see her there.

      “Harder, please harder…”  she moans again and I pin her nipple between my teeth, my cheeks hollow as I give her what she wants.

     Cain tugs her knickers down over her hips and I help him, wriggling them down over her ass until she squirms her way out of them. We hitch her up between us, breaking away from her tits in perfect synchrony to stare at each other. His lips are puffy, mine must be too.

      I move to take a look at that pretty little pussy; swollen pink and glistening, tightening as she rocks her hips.

 Cain and I must get the thought at the same time, because no sooner has the question crossed my mind than he voices it.

     

“Moona, are you a…” he begins, then takes a breath. “Have you done this before?”

      She nods. She’s done it before.

      Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am.

      I wonder who she’s been with. I wonder who the lucky guy was that took her first.

      It does not matter. He’ll never take her again.

  Moona positions herself evenly between us, slipping her hands down over the bulges in our pants and palming us both.

      “Clit or cunt?” Cain grunts at me, and I’m sure I should be bothered by this, but weirdly I’m not.

      “Clit,” I say and he spreads her glistening lips wide with his fingers. I wet my thumb before I press it to that dark little bud and she shudders.

      I stare down in fascination as he hooks two fingers and pushes them inside. Pushes them deep and she takes them with a sweet little moan.

      “Tight,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight.”

      I want to feel it too, and he knows it. He smiles as he pulls out and I push mine straight in after him and she moans all over again. She is fucking tight. Perfectly fucking tight.    

Her foot thrashes as I stretch her with a third finger.

      “Give me cock,” she hisses. “I want it…”

      It’s Cain who takes hold of her and twists her in my direction. It’s him who drops her backwards until her head is in his lap, his wet fingers grasping at her tits in a heartbeat.

      “You saw her first,” he growled, and I did. I did fucking see her first.

      Her eyes meet mine. “Fuck me, Brian…”