Page 13 of Brothers' Brat
The command ignites something primal within me. I grope her, savoring the weight of her in my palms, the way her nipples harden against my roughened skin.
"Fuck," I grunt, rolling the hardened peaks between my fingers. "I wanna see you lick her pussy, Hudson."
He smirks, the corners of his mouth twitching with wicked intent. Hudson slides down Leila's body before settling between her thighs; he parts her with the reverence of a man worshiping at an altar. His tongue delves into her, slow and deliberate, while his finger breaches her tightness, coaxing out a chorus of whimpers from her lips.
"God, yes," I murmur, my gaze locked on Hudson's mouth claiming her.
"Look at her," Hudson moans against her flesh, his words vibrating through her body. "She's so fucking responsive."
"You're fucking perfect, Leila," I growl softly, appreciating the sight of her lying there, just for us. "Your big brother's eating you out because you were such a good girl," I tell her, knowing she's somewhere between sleep and pleasure. My voice is a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room. With deliberate movements, I sit up, my muscles tensing as I lean over her body. My hand finds Hudson's head, and I push him gently but firmly away from her glistening pussy. "My turn."
Hudson's eyes glint with a mixture of lust and understanding as he starts to pull back. Before I can make a conscious decision, I'm already on my knees, the heat from Leila's core flooding my tongue as I lap at her sweetness.
"Fuck, Hayden…" Hudson's voice is a low growl, full of that primal need that echoes in my own veins. "We were always meant to own her together."
My response is a grunt, muffled against the slick folds I'm devouring. The rich scent of her arousal fills my senses, heightening every nerve ending until I'm vibrating with desire. "God, yes. Come for me, little sister," I murmur into her skin, my breath hitching as her legs tremble.
"Is she close?" Hudson's question vibrates through the air, laced with anticipation.
"So close," I confirm without breaking my rhythm, my tongue swirling patterns designed to unravel her completely.
Leila's thighs quiver and I double my efforts, determined to draw out every shuddering gasp, every whispered plea.
"Good girl," I whisper into her heat, my words more for myself than her. "Let go for us, Leila. Show us how much you need it."
Her body arches, a silent scream etched in the tension of her form, and I know—I've brought her to the brink. As I pull away, I look at Hudson and his hand is on his thick cock, his eyes on her opening. He can't wait much longer, and I don't want him to. I want to watch my brother stretch her little pussy open. I want to see how she takes his cock for the first time. I move from between her legs, but wrap my hand around her thigh in order to keep her spread open for him. Hudson follows my lead, and his hand trembles as he positions himself against Leila's slick entrance.
"Go on," I coax, my voice a low growl against the side of her breast. I kiss her skin gently, my eyes never leaving my brother's cock. "She's ready, it'll be less pain for her this way."
Hudson's breath catches, and then he's moving, a decisive thrust that buries him inside her to the hilt. Her body jerks, and I see her pussy clench around him, a vise of velvet heat that quakes with the remaining tremors of her climax.
"Fuck," Hudson groans, the word torn from deep within his chest. His eyes lock with mine, green infernos blazing. "I felt it… the resistance… then nothing but tightness." He's buried to the hilt inside her, so I can't see for sure, but I know her blood is coating his cock right now, and that makes my dick jump with anticipation.
Leila's whimpers fill the room, delicate sounds of discomfort. She stirs beneath us, her consciousness clawing back as the pain registers. Her hips buck slightly, a reaction to the invasion, to the possession Hudson has over her. Hudson growls at the movement, and I know it wouldn't take much to make him snap, to make him hold her down on this mattress and fuck her until she's filled with his come.
"Leila…" My whisper is a caress, a balm to soothe the sting of his dick ripping her open. "Just breathe. We're here. We're not going anywhere."
"Good girl, Leila," Hudson grits out. "You're taking me so well." His words are meant to comfort, to praise her resilience, even as she lies beneath us, caught between pleasure and pain.
Her body trembles, a quiver that signals both surrender and fight. Hudson's grip on her hips tightens, his knuckles white with restraint. The bed creaks as he shifts, trying to press even further inside her even though it's not possible. I've never seen this look on my brother's face before, and I suspect I never will again unless Leila's sweet body is involved.
"Fuck…" Hudson curses as he begins to pull back, the drag of his length from her warmth a torment all its own, I'm sure. His cock, still half inside her, glistens, wet with her blood, and the sight is mesmerizing. "She's… choking me."
"Let me," I say, leaning in close. My breath skates across her swollen clit, a promise of relief. My tongue flicks out, tasting her, and her body jerks in response. The scent of her arousal mingles with the metallic tang of blood.
"Look at you," I whisper against her skin, licking her clit more roughly because I can't control myself. I want to watch her writhe in pleasure. "So brave for us."
A dark chuckle escapes Hudson as he watches, his movements halting, leaving just the tip inside her. "Damn, Hayden… She's…"
"Perfect," I finish for him, glancing up to lock eyes with my twin. His gaze burns with a feral intensity, reflecting my own hunger. I finally pull myself together, and I nudge Hudson aside, hungry to taste her fully. His groan is one of protest and desire, a sound that tells me he understands but doesn't want to leave her warmth.
"My turn," I say, my voice low. "You get to make her bleed, and I… I get to savor it."
"Shit, Hayden…" Hudson moves back, his hand wrapped around his girth, strokes mimicking what he'd like to be doing to Leila right now. I bend closer, letting my tongue skate over her pussy.
"Leila," I breathe her name like a benediction, my mouth worshiping her. She's everything I expected and even more. The taste of her—salt and copper and sweetness—fills my senses. I feast on her. My hands are firm on her hips as if she might float away if not for me holding her down.
"Leila," I murmur against her slickness, "you're doing so good for us." Her breath hitches above me, the sound shooting straight to my throbbing dick as she comes undone all over my lips and tongue. Her whole body tremors, and as much as I'm savoring this, I need to be inside her soon. I need to paint the inside of her pussy with jet after jet of my hot come. I know after tonight, I'll never want to finish anywhere else.