Page 21 of Brothers' Brat
"We always knew you could follow directions well," Hayden taunts, but there's a note of pride in his voice that makes me flush with warmth.
My mind races, caught between the weight of Hudson below and the intensity of Hayden before me.
"Relax, Leila," Hudson murmurs, his voice steady and grounding. And I do. I surrender to the sensations, to their touch. Hayden's hand slides down my neck, tracing the rapid pulse at my throat. His touch is a spark, igniting every nerve ending. I close my eyes, lost in the moment, in the feeling of being utterly claimed by them both.
"Tonight, you're ours, baby," Hudson tells me, an edge of finality in his tone.
"Completely," Hayden adds.
"Yours," I echo, my voice a mere whisper.
Hudson reaches down and roughly grabs his cock, and without warning, he's pressing into me, an invasion that wrenches a gasp from my lips.
"God, baby," Hudson groans, his voice a low rumble of awe and desire as he turns his attention to his twin, "no matter how many times I fuck her, she's still so fucking tight."
His words, crude and brutally honest, send a thrill down my spine at his praise. He moves within me, deliberate and measured, each thrust a deeper claim. I'm caught on the edge of pain and pleasure, teetering precariously between the two.
"Fuck, Leila." Hayden lowers himself to his knees in between Hudson's legs. His breath fans over my pussy, and then I feel a flicker of wet heat against my clit.
The sensation spirals, Hudson filling me slowly and Hayden's mouth working with a relentless focus. It's a dual assault, one that leaves my thoughts scattered. I can't think, can only feel the stretch, the slide, the relentless pressure building at my core.
"Ah, Hayden," I pant out, my voice trembling as much as my body. "Hudson." His name is a whimper as he fucks me harder. Hudson's hands grip my hips, a silent command for surrender, while Hayden devours me with an insatiable hunger. It's too much and not enough all at once, a contradiction that defines every moment I spend entwined with my brothers.
"More," I whisper, a plea that goes beyond words. They hear it, understand it, answer it with their bodies.
"Are you sure you're ready for more, little sister?" Hudson rasps, but the way he chuckles lets me know it's not a question. They're going to give me whatever they want, and I'm going to take it like their good girl.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I clench around the fullness of Hudson's intrusion, my breath catching. My voice emerges as a broken whimper as I meet Hayden's eyes, "Are you going to fuck my ass, too?" The question hitches on a moan, betraying my insatiable curiosity mingled with fear of how much their cocks would have to stretch the tiny hole.
"Fuck," Hayden groans, his eyes darkening like storm clouds ready to burst. "That's next." His lips curve sinfully. "I get your ass first." He gestures vaguely between us, where I'm impaled on Hudson's cock. "But tonight, we’re both going to stretch you, right here." Hayden's fingers find my clit. The words spark a tremor in my core, but it's Hudson's sudden upward thrust that splits the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping. He burrows deeper within me, affirming his claim with every inch.
My instinct is to rebel, a desperate need to escape. I struggle, trying to rise, but Hudson's hands are iron on my hips, unyielding. "I can't," I protest, my voice barely a whisper against the storm of sensation. "One of you is already too much sometimes. Two will never fit."
"Shh," Hayden soothes, or commands, I can't tell through the haze of my panic, as he drags his tongue over the bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy. His gaze locks onto mine and as if Hayden commands it, Hudson's arm locks down on me like a metal bar. Hayden rises on his knees, his presence a towering wall of heat. "You'll take us, Leila. Two will be perfect for you." His voice vibrates against my skin, almost gentle.
Almost.
Hayden's hands roam with possessive intent, grasping flesh like he's never going to be able to touch me again. I watch, transfixed, as my breasts sway under the weight of his primal touch.
A moan slips from my lips, a sound more surrender than protest. Below me, Hudson is unyielding, his fingers teasing a torturous rhythm on my nipples. Every pull sends a shockwave to the knot of pleasure as Hayden coaxes my already-filled opening with determined circles.
"Tell me, Leila," Hayden's voice is nothing but a groan. "Do you want this?" He doesn't wait for words, pressing the head of his cock against me with intention. He wants to be inside me with his brother, and that's exactly what he's going to get.
I gasp, my own voice foreign in the midst of their storm. My hips betray me, rocking minutely onto Hudson, seeking friction, seeking relief. I need them, even when I'm scared of what they want.
The slap on my thigh is sharp, a punctuation that seizes my attention. Hayden's gaze sears into mine, demanding an honesty I can no longer hide. "Tell me," he commands.
"Please," I breathe out, and it's nothing short of a plea. "I want it. I want you." The words are a key, unlocking something feral within Hayden. He grips my face, his thumb brushing my lip.
"Say it all, Leila." His voice is dark with need. "I want to hear you admit how much you need your brothers' cocks."
"Fuck the life out of me," I whisper, the confession surprising even Hayden.
"Oh my god," Hudson groans beneath me. Hayden's mouth claims mine in a brutal kiss, his other hand guiding himself to press slightly inside me, against Hudson's length, a sensation overwhelming every sense. It hurts, but the sting of pain is nothing compared to the pleasure that shoots through my whole body and the fullness of my brothers inside me.
"Good girl. My sweet Leila," Hayden groans against my lips.
"What do you want from us, baby? Use your words. Tell us what you need," Hudson demands, but he gasps, feeling his brother pressing against him making my pussy even tighter for him.