Page 212 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
Asher steps in right beside Ethan, wedging himself into the narrow gap at the edge of the desk. He grabs my left thigh, hoisting my leg over his shoulder to open me wider.
“Tessa,” Asher growls, rubbing his slick, spit-covered fingers over my tight back ring. “I’m taking your ass. Relax.”
He pushes his thick cock against my puckered entrance and drives in.
It’s a tight, impossible squeeze. I feel stretched to my physical limit. Ethan stops thrusting to let me adjust. Asher pushes slowly, inch by inch, sliding into my ass until they’re both buried deep inside me.
“Full,” I sob, my nails biting into Owen’s shoulders. “So full.”
“Look at her,” Owen whispers, stroking my hair. “She’s taking both of them.”
“Yeah,” Ethan groans, the veins in his neck popping. “She was made for this.”
They begin to move.
It shouldn’t work. The physics shouldn’t make sense. But we’re the Unit. We find a rhythm. Ethan thrusts into my pussy, Asher retreats from my ass. Asher thrusts into my ass, Ethan retreats from my pussy. A relentless, pounding piston engine of pure friction.
Ethan’s cock stretches me to the breaking point while Asher pumps relentlessly in my ass. The wet, slapping sound of their hips driving into my flesh fills the library. I am entirely impaled, stretched wide open by both of them.
“I love you,” Owen whispers, seeing the tears in my eyes. “I love you, Tess.”
“Owen,” I beg. “Help me.”
Owen drags his mouth from my lips, his hands shifting to grip my hips, his thumbs pressing hard into my pelvic bones to anchor me against the driving force of his brothers.
That brutal grounding is the trigger.
The climax hits me like a freight train, entirely internal and devastating. My spine bows off the desk. My body clamps down on Ethan and Asher, milking their cocks violently as I scream into the quiet room.
“Fuck!” Ethan roars.
“Tessa!” Asher shouts.
They lose control. The rhythm breaks, turning into a frantic, brutal surge. I feel Ethan pour into my pussy as Asher spills hot cum deep into my ass a second later.
We collapse.
Asher pulls out first, staggering back, breathing hard. Ethan stays for a moment longer, resting his weight on me, his face buried in my neck.
Then he pulls away.
I’m shaking. My legs won’t work.
Owen’s there instantly. He wraps the silk robe around me, lifts me off the desk, and carries me to the leather sofa. He sits down, pulling me into his lap.
Ethan and Asher fix their clothes and walk over, sitting on either side of us.
We’re a pile of limbs. A tangle of heavy breathing.
Ethan reaches out and strokes my cheek. “You okay?”
“I think I died,” I whisper. “And went to heaven.”
“We aimed for a 5/5 intensity rating,” Asher says, pushing his glasses up his nose, though his hand is trembling. “I believe we achieved it.”
I laugh, leaning my head on Owen’s shoulder. “You achieved it.”
I look at them.
