32. Dylan

Chapter 32

Dylan

A s soon as I step through the front door, I'm barely two steps in before I'm pinned against the wall. Matthew's mouth pressing on mine, peppering soft kisses along the seam of my lips.

"I missed you," he murmurs against my mouth, his voice low and filled with a need that sends heat rushing through me. His hips roll forward, and the hard ridge of his cock presses into my belly.

I laugh, breathless already. "You saw me this morning."

"Yeah, well, that was too damn long ago." His hands grip my waist, and before I can blink, he throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

"Matthew!" I squeal, kicking my feet as he starts up the stairs. "Put me down! I can walk!"

"Nah," he says, swatting my ass with a playful slap that makes me yelp. "This is way more fun."

I thump my fists against his back, but it's half-hearted. His laughter rumbles through his chest as he carries me effortlessly, taking the steps two at a time. God, it's ridiculous how strong he is—and I hate how much I love it.

Matthew doesn't even bother closing the door behind us as he strides into his room and tosses me onto the bed. I land with a bounce, giggling, my hair a tangled mess around my face. My heart thuds in my chest—not just from the little bit of alcohol buzzing through my veins, but from the way he's looking at me. Like I'm the only thing in the world that matters.

I sit up, brushing my hair out of my eyes, and grin at him. "So... how was practice?"

He doesn't answer, just stalks closer, his eyes dark with intent.

"You promised me a workout," I tease, stretching out on the bed and flashing him a smile. "But so far, this feels a lot like a nap."

Matthew's mouth quirks up at the corner, but instead of laughing, he grips my chin and tilts my head back slightly. The shift in his energy sends a shiver down my spine—playful Matthew is fun, but this version of him? The one who takes exactly what he wants? That Matthew is dangerous in the best way.

His hand slides from my jaw to my throat, holding me gently—not tight, just enough to make me hyper-aware of every beat of my pulse. My breath hitches. Before I can say anything else, his mouth crashes down on mine, silencing whatever witty remark I had planned.

The taste of him—sweat, mint, and something that's just him —floods my senses, and I melt under it. His tongue sweeps against mine, demanding, coaxing, until I sigh into his mouth, my body softening beneath him.

"Practice was good," he mutters against my lips, his voice gravelly, the words vibrating through me. "No more issues to worry about."

I hum, a little distracted by the way his thumb is stroking the side of my neck, slow and deliberate.

"And now," he continues, his breath hot against my skin, "it's time to get your heart pumping. Burn off some of that energy."

I shiver as he kisses down the side of my throat, nipping lightly at the skin there. "Just relax, Dylan," he whispers, his hand tightening slightly around my neck—not enough to hurt, just enough to make me feel like I belong to him. "Take my tongue like a good girl."

Oh, yes . That right there? That's a command I don't mind following.

I shift on the bed, sliding until I'm lying almost upside down, my head dangling right at the edge of the footboard. From this angle, I can watch every deliberate move Matthew makes as he strips out of his clothes. My eyes track the flex of his muscles, the smooth roll of his shoulders, and when his boxers drop to the floor, his cock springs free, slapping against his abs with a satisfying thud. The piercing at the tip glints in the soft glow of the room, making my mouth water.

He catches me staring, and a wicked grin spreads across his face as he walks slowly around the bed. My heart races, anticipation coiling low in my belly. The mattress dips under his weight as he climbs on, settling between my legs, pulling me closer to him.

Matthew slides his hands slowly, deliberately, up the length of my bare legs, sending goosebumps skittering over my skin. His touch is firm but careful—like he's savoring every inch of me. When his hands reach the hem of my skort, his fingers hook into it.

In one swift, fluid motion, he drags the fabric down my hips and yanks it off, the sound of the material hitting the floor somewhere behind me barely registering. I let out a soft sigh as his large hands find my thighs again, spreading them wide open like he owns them.

The cool air kisses the slick skin between my legs, and then I feel it—Matthew's warm breath ghosting over the lips of my pussy. My back arches involuntarily, and I can't help the way my breath stutters in my chest. The tease, the heat, the promise of what's coming next—it's enough to make me whimper softly.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, running a thumb gently along the inside of my thigh, just shy of where I want it. His breath hitches, and I can feel the tension radiating from him, like he's holding himself back.

I squirm beneath him, the ache between my legs growing more insistent by the second. "Matthew..."

He chuckles darkly, his breath brushing over me again. "Patience, baby. I've got you."

And then, finally, his hands tighten on my thighs, and his mouth descends.

His tongue swipes up my slit, gathering a taste of my juices, and a sharp cry escapes me as he begins to feast on my core. His tongue laps at my folds before plunging into my entrance, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My fingers tangle in the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to as Matthew devours me like he's starving.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement—a shadow. Ford.

He steps into view, grinning lazily, and presses a finger to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet. My pulse quickens. Matthew has never shared me during sex before, and nervous energy coils in my stomach. What if he freaks out? What if he gets mad? But Matthew's focus doesn't waver—he hasn't even noticed Ford. His tongue is still buried deep inside me, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that make it impossible to think straight.

Ford flashes me a mischievous grin as he toes off his shoes, shoving his pants down his legs to reveal the hard length of his cock. My breath catches in my throat as I tilt my head back, watching him upside down from the edge of the bed. He gives himself a few slow strokes, spreading pre-cum over the flushed tip.

He steps closer, pressing the tip of his cock against my lips, and I part them without hesitation, letting him slide inside my mouth. The salty and familiar taste, and the feel of him on my tongue makes me moan softly. Matthew sucks my clit into his mouth at the same moment, and the sound that escapes me is muffled around Ford's cock.

"What's the ma—" Matthew's question cuts off abruptly, and I assume he's finally noticed Ford standing there, grinning like the devil.

"Sorry, man, you left the door open," Ford says, completely unbothered. "And she was making all kinds of noises. I'm not as much of a gentleman as Jacob." He smirks. "Plus, you owe me for all that peeping you did out the window."

Matthew groans, the sound more amused than angry. "Just keep your dick away from me, and we're good," he mutters before returning to his rightful place between my legs, sucking my clit back into his mouth.

I whimper, the sensation overwhelming as Matthew's tongue flicks up and down my swollen nub. Ford takes advantage of my helpless position, pumping his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. There's not much I can do from this angle, so I relax my throat and let him use me, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through me.

"Such a good kitty," Ford murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Swallow my cock, baby."

I gag slightly as he thrusts deeper, his balls tapping against my chin. Tears sting my eyes, but I force myself to relax, opening wider for him. The sound of Matthew feasting on me—soft slurps and groans of satisfaction—only heightens the intensity of it all.

Matthew nips lightly at my clit, sending a sharp sting of pleasure-pain through me, and I whine around Ford's length. Ford groans in response, pulling out just before he loses control.

"Naughty little kitty," Ford murmurs, stroking himself as he catches his breath. "Almost made me come in that pretty mouth of yours."

Matthew doesn't relent. His mouth is glued to me, his tongue moving with a hunger that borders on obsession. My thighs tremble, and my back arches, pressing my pussy harder against his face. The pressure builds inside me like a tidal wave, and I can't hold back any longer.

With a scream that tears from my throat, I shatter, my entire body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me. My heart pounds in my chest, each pulse syncing with the aftershocks that ripple through me.

And still, Matthew keeps going, licking me clean like he can't get enough.

He finally pulls away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes are dark with satisfaction, and he smirks as he catches his breath. "I could eat this pussy all day, every day."

Ford hums. "Agree. Our girl tastes delicious."

Their filthy words send a new wave of heat spreading through my belly, and I can feel my body stirring again, like I didn't just come undone.

Matthew taps my thigh gently, his expression unreadable but full of intent. "I'm gonna let Ford fuck this tight little pussy," he says, low and deliberate. "I want to fuck your tits."

My eyes widen in surprise. I've never had anyone suggest that, let alone ask. My heart pounds with excitement and a flicker of nervousness.

"What's wrong, Dylan?" Matthew tilts his head slightly, his brow quirking. "No one's ever wanted to fuck these perfect tits before?"

I shake my head, the word barely a whisper. "No."

His smirk grows, teasing and affectionate. "Can I?"

There's no hesitation in my answer this time. "Yeah," I murmur, feeling both curious and eager.

Matthew slides off the bed and he and Ford switch places. Ford doesn't waste a second. He grips my hips with both hands and slams inside me with a deep grunt.

The stretch is instant, and I cry out at the sudden fullness. He doesn't go easy—pounding into me with rough, steady strokes, each one pulling breathless moans from my throat. The head of his cock brushes that perfect spot inside me, over and over, until I'm melting into the mattress beneath him.

Matthew stands at my head, leisurely stroking himself as he watches Ford work me over. His gaze is heavy and possessive.

"Push your boobs together," Matthew instructs, his voice rough with need.

I do as he says, pressing my breasts together with both hands until the small gap between them disappears. My nipples tighten from the slight pressure, and the anticipation buzzing through me makes my thighs tremble.

Matthew steps closer, his legs bracketing my face. His cock is so close I can smell the musk of him, mixed with the faintest hint of my own arousal from earlier. Slowly, he slides his thick shaft between my breasts, the silky skin of his cock brushing against my chest bone as he pushes through the tight space I've created.

It feels strange, different, but not bad. If anything, the sheer eroticism of it turns me on. It's not directly pleasuring me, but the combination of Ford fucking me hard and Matthew sighing as my body surrounds him is enough to make heat pool between my legs all over again.

Matthew rocks his hips, pumping his cock slowly back and forth through the tight pressure of my breasts. His shaft drags against my skin, hot and smooth.

"These tits are perfect. You're perfect," he praises.

The compliment makes my skin flush, and I lean up, eager to please him. My tongue darts out, lapping at the underside of his shaft and flicking against his balls. I licking every part of him I can reach, swirling my tongue along the thick vein running under his cock.

Matthew groans, his head falling back slightly as he thrusts a little harder, his pace growing more erratic. Ford, still buried deep inside me, grunts with each thrust, the bed creaking beneath us.

"Fuck, Dylan," Matthew breathes, his hips stuttering for a moment as my tongue drags along the sensitive skin. "You take your brother's cock so well."

Ford lets out a low growl, his grip on my hips tightening as he slams into me harder, his thrusts relentless and punishing. The obscene wet sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room, and the air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

The tension inside me builds fast, the relentless rhythm of Ford's cock driving me higher. Each thrust hits that perfect spot deep inside, and I can feel myself unraveling, every muscle tightening as the pleasure heightens. My moans grow louder, almost desperate, and the heat coiling in my belly finally snaps.

"Fuck—Ford, I'm coming!" I cry, my back arching off the bed. My body clamps down hard around him, squeezing his cock like a vise. The orgasm crashes through me in waves, my walls pulsing around him as every nerve in my body lights up.

Ford groans, the sound raw and deep, his hips stuttering. "Oh, shit—you're so tight, Kitty. Squeezing me so good—fuck." His grip on my thighs tightens as he slams into me one last time, holding deep inside me. I feel him throb, and then the rush of his cum, thick and hot.

The sensation of his release pushes me further into bliss, and I let out a broken moan, my body quivering from the aftershocks. Ford stays buried inside me as he rides out his high.

Matthew, still at my chest, strokes himself faster, his cock slick and shining between my breasts. His hips move with purpose as he chases his own release.

"Shit," he groans, his voice low and rough. "I'm gonna come on your tits, baby."

Matthew pulls out from between them, steps to the side and jerks himself with quick, practiced strokes, and with a strained grunt, he comes hard. I bite my lip, anticipation swirling inside me.

Rope after rope of hot cum splashes across my chest, streaking my cleavage and nipples. Matthew's jaw clenches as he empties himself onto me, his hand slowing as he milks every last drop.

He exhales a deep, satisfied sigh and leans down, dragging his fingers through the mess he's made. Gently, he rubs it in, coating my nipples and cleavage with his seed.

"You look sexy as hell like this," he murmurs, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Freshly fucked and covered in cum."

A wicked smirk tugs at my lips. "Thanks. I rather like it, too."

Matthew chuckles, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Now, who's gonna take me to the shower and clean me up?" I ask.

"Dibs!"

The voice comes from the hallway, and all our heads snap in that direction. Jacob stands there, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, his chest heaving and a clear erection straining against the front of his pants. His eyes gleam with amusement and hunger.

I laugh, still breathless from the orgasm wracking my body. "Take me away, Jacob," I tease, reaching my arms toward him like a spoiled princess.

Jacob grins and strides into the room without hesitation. His arms slide under me, and with an easy strength, he lifts me up bridal style.

"Come on, baby," he murmurs in my ear, his voice playful but laced with desire. "Let's get you all cleaned up."

I rest my head against his shoulder, utterly content and boneless, as he carries me toward the shower.