Page 10 of Brothers' Brat
The bar's cold edge presses against her skin as we force her down, her knees hitting the hardwood floor with a thud that echoes through the dimly lit room.
"Anyone Dad would pick would be better than being a ragdoll for you two," Leila spits out, defiance etched in every syllable. Her voice is a whip, lashing out to wound, but it only stirs the hunger coiling tighter within me. "Maybe he'll be older. He'll know things the two of you never could."
My grip finds her hair, a cascade of dark waves slipping through my fingers before I clench a fistful and pull. Her head snaps back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat. The things she's saying snuffs any lingering patience I have with her. Rage flashes in Hayden's eyes, and I need to do something before Leila pushes him too far.
"You're trying to get us to hurt you so we'll leave you alone. You don't want some old fucking man, and you know it. Now shut up and open up," I command, my voice gravelly with need. My other hand brings two fingers to her lips, pushing past them, deeper, until they hit the back of her throat. The tips of my fingers are wet with her saliva, her gag reflex kicking in, making her eyes water.
"Fucking hell," Hayden curses, his hand moving to her throat, feeling our girl's throat as she gags on my fingers.
"Easy, baby," I murmur, even as a primal part of me revels in her struggle, in the tears that spill onto her flushed cheeks. "Just let go."
"You let go," she manages to choke out, the words distorted around my fingers.
"You're ours to keep," I whisper. A promise? A threat? Even I'm not sure. My pulse pounds in my ears and syncs with the rise and fall of her chest. Her breath hitches, a silent plea that tells me she's close to breaking, to succumbing.
And God, I want her to break. To shatter into a million pieces so we can put her back together again, mold her to fit between us perfectly.
"Why are you crying?" Hayden's taunting voice has Leila jerking in my arms, his gaze heavy on her face.
My fingers slide out of Leila's mouth, wet and warm. Her breaths come fast, eyes dark with defiance that lights a fire in my gut. "Open up," I command, voice low as I grip her jaw with a firmness that brooks no argument.
Hayden picks up a bottle of whiskey and tilts it back, amber liquid catching the dim light before he takes a swig. His gaze locks on Leila, the blue of his eyes nothing but ice as he leans in, lips parting, and spits the alcohol into her open mouth.
Leila gags, the sound raw and desperate. She coughs, spluttering, her body writhing to free itself from the invasive burn. "Swallow it," I growl, and Hayden's hand cups her chin, tilting her head back further when I let go of her hair. I follow his lead, filling my mouth with alcohol, and I spit the next mouthful of booze into her, forcing compliance.
"Come on, Leila," Hayden whispers when she coughs, sputtering. His voice is threaded with a darkness that mirrors my own need. "You can do better than that for your big brothers."
She fights us, but there's an inevitable surrender in the tremble of her lips. She's close, but not quite ready yet. She won't give in, won't break beneath our hands until we give her a good enough reason.
"Enough," I snarl, the beast within clawing at my restraint. Hayden echoes my impatience, his fingers digging into her skin as his hand circles her neck again. I can see a smattering of bruises beginning to form on her otherwise flawless neck, and my dick jumps.
Ours.
My eyes meet Hayden's, and it's like I'm inside his head. My mouth is moving before I realize what I'm even saying."Take us out," we demand in unison, words heavy with the need we have for her.
Initial resistance meets our order—a jerk away, a fleeting glimpse of the feisty spirit that fuels our obsession. But Leila's resolve crumbles, her fingers trembling as they reach for my belt first and then Hayden's. We don't have to guide her, she knows exactly what we want right now. One of her soft, slender hands wraps around Hayden's throbbing cock, the other finds my nearly identical one. Heat seems to envelop my entire body, and I can't help but hiss at the contact of my sister's soft hand.
"Good girl," Hayden murmurs, voice laced with a pleasure that mirrors the tight coil of anticipation building inside me. Her touch is all it took to reign him in and quell the raging storm inside him.
"Keep going," I urge, watching as Leila moves between us, her eyes half-lidded and no sign of the resistance enveloping her just moments ago. Her hands work in tandem, and she sways on her knees. I know she's exhausted, but she's giving us everything she has.
"Just like that, baby," I breathe out, lost in the sensation, in the heat of her palm against me. There's a wildness here, a reckless abandon that threatens to consume us all. I need more. More of her. I need her mouth first and then her tight pussy to swallow my dick from tip to base. "Come here," I growl, my grip firm on Leila's jaw as I guide her toward me. "Suck me." Her eyes flash open at my demanding tone so I offer a compromise. "Please."
Her lips part, hesitant at first, but then she envelops me, warmth and wetness sending a shiver up my spine. I can't help but let out a low moan, the sound torn from the depths of my chest. Fucking her throat in the Jeep was phenomenal, but the gentle unsureness she's sucking me with right now trumps anything I've ever forced on her. She's taking me because she wants to, and white, hot heat moves through my stomach and explodes in my chest at the thought.
"My turn," Hayden's voice cuts through the haze of my pleasure, his hand clamping around Leila's neck and pulling her toward him. "You already gave Hudson your sweet little throat in the Jeep."
I watch, a knot of desire tightening in my gut as she obliges, taking Hayden into her mouth while her hand remains on me, stroking with an urgency that borders on frantic. The slick sounds fill the room, punctuated by our synchronized groans. She looks so fucking beautiful with our brother's cock stretching her mouth and hitting the back of her throat just enough to make her eyes water. Hayden is being gentle with her, and I can see he's holding back so he doesn't hurt her.
"Fuck, Leila…" I hiss as her tongue teases the tip of Hayden's dick, her fingers pumping up and down my shaft. Every fiber of my being is centered on the sensation, on the way she moves between us—eager yet defiant.
"Both," she murmurs against Hayden's skin, tugging us to stand closer together. It's a demand, something she's asking from us for the first time, one we're all too willing to comply with and stand shoulder to shoulder, looming over her like she isn't the one with all the control right now.
"So good, Leila," Hayden breathes out, his voice a mix of command and adoration as she takes the tips of both of our cocks in her mouth, her hands working in tandem. I can't tear my eyes away, can't stop the primal urge to thrust into any part of her she'll let me have.
"Good girl," I echo Hayden's earlier praise, feeling the truth of it pulse through me. She's not fighting. She's our good girl right now. "Just like that."
"Shit, you're perfect," Hayden adds, his hand gentle on her throat—not constricting, just holding, as if to anchor himself to her.