Page 7 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

“I’ve never had a complaint before. How about you, Mason?” Bennett laughs at me, and Mason doesn’t answer. Instead, his eyes are glued to Bennett’s fingers that seem to have a mind of their own. He pinches my nipples through my dress before tugging down the fabric, exposing them to his brother. “I like when you struggle. We both know you’ll never get away from me.”

I want to be angry. I want to tell them to go fuck themselves, but his ministrations feel entirely too good. I stop fighting him because I think the fucker is getting off on it. I can’t hide the moan that escapes my lips, and the sound of my own pleasure makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Mason moves closer, his lips nearly touching mine, but stops short to tease me with the idea. I want to feel his mouth on my lips. I will myself not to verbalize it, to plead with him for something he could so easily give me but won't because he's an arrogant prick.

Bennett continues playing with my nipples with one hand, and his other hand moves to my thigh, pulling my dress up and over my hips a little too eagerly for a guy who can get whatever he wants from whoever he wants. His cock rubs against the lace covering my ass and I gasp. I want more. I don’t care what they do to me, I just want more of them.

Mason’s lips hover over mine as he slides his thigh between mine and his fingers find my neck, gripping just hard enough to make me open my eyes.

“We’re giving you a choice,” Mason rumbles against my mouth as his thigh grinds against my sensitive clit. “We knew you were special.” His voice is low, smooth, and makes my pussy clench. I want him inside me while his brother holds me tight.

“We just didn’t think you’d want both of us,” Bennett adds, and his mask is slipping. I can sense how angry he is with me, despite how hard he’s trying to hide it.

My eyes roll back when I feel Bennett’s mouth on my neck. It’s too much. They’re touching me everywhere and yet somehow, I need them to be doing so much more.

“Pay attention,” Mason scolds, taking over and grabbing one of my nipples and pulling. Pleasure and pain shoots directly to my clit and I rock my hips, whispering his name.

“I could never choose. Impossible,” I pant, throwing my head back and shoving my chest out toward Mason. Bennett’s hands move to my hips, pulling on my panties, knowing they won’t budge with the way we’re all tangled up. Mason leans forward, his tongue teasing my nipple, making me crave more. I feel like I’m going to explode if he doesn’t take the hardened bud between his lips. “More. I need more, please,” I beg, but he doesn’t budge. His warm breath and his lips bumping against my nipple are teasing me to the point I want to break down in tears of frustration.

“Choose,” Bennett demands, his breath warm against the shell of my ear.

I struggle, trying to pull out of his grasp, and I'm surprised when he lets me. Only for Mason to pull me into his torso, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. I hear the water stir as Mason adjusts me, guiding his cock to press against my clit. I claw at his shoulders as he moves toward the stairs. I need to get the fuck away from them before I make the biggest mistake of my life and beg them to fuck me. They’ve tortured me over a kiss, what will they do if… I can’t even imagine.

"Put me down." I glare up at him, but he's unfazed. It would be just like the two of them to parade me through the party, tits out in a soaked dress, just to punish me because they didn't get their way. I find myself trying to press closer to Mason’s body despite the fact that my brain is screaming that I need to put as much distance between the Slade brothers and myself as possible.

"You want us both? We'll give you a taste of your little fantasy," Mason practically growls as he carries me over to the gazebo. He tosses me into the plush outdoor couch right next to where Bennett has already migrated. My hand brushes against something cold and hard and I know before looking that it's one of their guns. The fact that it's sitting on top of black jeans and a red and black flannel tells me it's Mason’s. Before I can do anything, Bennett has me by the hair and pulls my head over into his lap roughly. Mason is speaking again, but I'm finding it hard to focus. I hear him say, “And then you'll choose, or you get the fuck off this mountain.”

I don’t have time to respond because Bennett pulls me up, so I’m on my hands and knees. His mouth is on mine, devouring my lips like he thinks he may never taste them again. I gasp into his mouth when I feel Mason rip my panties off. He’s in no mood to waste time because he’s already behind me, his hands on both of my ass cheeks and his mouth on my pussy.

“Does my little slut like my brother’s tongue on her pussy?” Bennett asks when our lips part. His fingers fist around my throat, cutting off my air and heightening the pleasure Mason is giving me. I can only groan as Mason’s tongue finds my clit and Bennett squeezes one of my breasts before pinching the hardened peak between his fingers. “Is your pussy as pink as your nipples?” His hand on my throat tightens abruptly before letting me breathe. “I bet it is.”

That must be Mason’s cue, because he slaps me on the ass and then flips me over on my back with such ease that now I feel like a rag doll. His plump lips are glistening, and he glares down at me before he yanks my hips to the edge of the couch.

“A weaker girl would have made a decision by now,” he says it like it’s an insult, but the meaning isn’t lost on me. I’ve never backed down from the Slade brothers and I really believe that’s the entire reason their attention is always on me.

With his mouth off of me, my mind is less foggy. I prop myself up on my elbows and shoot back, “You can fuck me until I die, and I’d still never choose.”

“Don’t fucking tempt me,” he growls before dropping his lips back to my aching core. He spreads my lips and his tongue flicks purposefully against my clit before he starts sucking the bundle of nerves. I should watch my mouth because if he keeps going, I might not make it out of this alive.

I realize that Bennett is standing now, watching as Mason licks my pussy. His hand drops to pinch one of my nipples and I take the opportunity to reach over and rub the bulge in his dark, soaked underwear. He doesn’t hesitate to tug the band down, freeing his hard cock. I take it in my hand like I’ve done this a million times before, when I really have no clue what I'm doing. My body is on autopilot as I watch the pleasure contort his face as I stroke him. I use my other hand to gently run through Mason’s hair, encouraging him.

Mason abruptly stops, glaring up at me. “Don’t fucking touch me like that.” I pull my hand from his hair and my other hand off of Bennett's cock as if I've been slapped in the face. If the look he's giving me is any indication, it’s not out of the realm of possibility. He tips his head to Bennett before saying, “Hold her down.”

I start to sit up, I’m not sure I like the idea of being restrained and having no control in this situation. It has both fear and anticipation skittering through my body. I feel my pussy contract. I want them inside of me.

Bennett kneels on the couch next to me and instead of restraining my hands like I thought Mason wanted, he presses me back against the cushion with one strong hand flexing around my neck.

He brings my hand back to his dick, and it feels like it’s pulsing in my grip. Bennett watches as I take my free hand and slide it across his lower stomach. The need to feel all of his skin under my fingertips consumes me. His abs are hard and warm, and I’m delighted when they constrict under my touch. I’m again rejected when Bennett shoves my hand from caressing his skin. “Don’t,” he warns and puts my hand back on his hardness.

Mason pushes my legs further apart and lowers his lips back to my clit, licking and nipping like he knows my every thought and my body’s every desire. I thrash, lifting my hips, trying to wriggle closer to his mouth. I need more. I need to come, and he’s purposefully backing off every time he senses I’m close.

“You’ll come when we say you can come,” Bennett sneers, pressing me further into the couch. I stroke him more firmly and I feel vindicated when he throws his head back for a moment, losing himself in the pleasure I’m giving him. I do the same, closing my eyes and moaning as Mason’s tongue circles my clit.

“Open your eyes,” Bennett demands when my eyes roll back as my orgasm approaches. When I don’t comply, he slaps my cheek hard, giving my throat a break from his hold. When my eyes flash up at him, he smiles coldly at me. “Good girl.” He braces himself with his hands on the back of the couch and shoves his cock against my lips. I eagerly take it in my mouth, licking down the shaft and then sucking on the tip. He grunts, bucking his hips hard and too quickly for me to prepare. His eyes don't leave my mouth as his cock gags me until my eyes water. I reach up to wipe the fallen teardrops from my cheeks, but Bennett will have none of that. He grabs my hands and pins them to the back of the couch as Grey's words echo in my mind.

Not a single fucking tear.

When Mason teases my opening, but doesn't slide a finger inside, I moan around Bennett's thickness, trying to breathe through my nose at the same time. Bennett is normally the one who doesn’t lose control, but I see him snap. He thrusts harder, and he moves one of his hands down to my breasts, tugging and pulling on my nipples and sending jolts of pleasure directly to my clit. I take every inch of him, swallowing hard around his length.

“I’m going to come,” he grits out, his fingertips moving back up to my throat and holding my head still. I open wider, letting him hit the back of my throat. Warm liquid fills my mouth just as I feel Mason slide a finger inside my tight opening.