Chapter 18: Hidden In Brutal Devotion: Chapter 15

Tia Cole holds my pussy open and licks my folds, forcing my back to arch in pleasure. His thick fingers push forcefully inside me, rubbing that perfect spot. He rubs his face from side to side, his day-old scruff adding a fraction of friction to my sensitive pussy and heightening my need for him more.

“Please,” I beg as my hand meets his head to hold him in place.

He flicks his piercing over my clit and latches on to it, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” I explode on his tongue, my muscles clenching around his fingers, holding him deep inside me. Slowly, my body relaxes below him.

“Fuck. That was hot, beauty.” He sits up on his knees, staring down at me with my arousal on his face. He pulls on his cock roughly in one hand, his piercing shining under the low lighting, making me lick my lips at the thought of playing with it in my mouth and making him groan in appreciation.

A shadow moves in the doorway. It’s been happening the past few days, and the thought of knowing Lucas is just beyond the doorway sends my need for him into overdrive. Hoping he can see me naked for Cole adds to my arousal.

Cole insists on keeping the door ajar in case Lucas needs anything during the night, another insight into Lucas’s past that still haunts him today.

I freeze when Lucas steps into the room, his muscled body coiled tight, his jaw locked, and his eyes trained on us.

Both of us.

Cole glances over his shoulder, then scans my face. “You okay with Lucas watching, beauty?”

I search his face for a moment, unable to convey my words, his words whirling around in my head.

Am I? Am I okay with the man I’m so intrigued with watching us?

As if sensing my inner battle, Cole takes the decision out of my hands. “Sit.” He nods toward the armchair located in the corner of the room, positioned at an angle facing the bed, and for a moment, I wonder if it’s been done strategically.

Lucas licks his lips and brushes a hand through his hair as though filled with trepidation. My eyes latch on to his joggers, his cock visibly hard. I shuffle below Cole, suddenly eager to have his cock fill me, fill the ache I feel for both him and Lucas.

Our eyes stay on Lucas as he sits stoically still on the chair, his legs spread wide and his hands gripping the chair tightly, the whites of his knuckles gleaming in the light.

“Should I put my thick cock inside her?” He stares at Lucas for approval.

Lucas swallows thickly and fidgets. His gray eyes are dark and intense, and he stares at my face, as though Cole doesn’t exist.

He clears his throat. “Is she wet?”

Cole chuckles. “So fucking wet. I ate her out, and she came on my tongue. Tastes so good, brother.” He pants with glee.

Lucas’s eyes dart toward Cole’s cocky smile, trailing his gaze over his face, then down his body to his hard cock standing with glistening pre-cum on the tip.

“Push it in slow.” He grunts the words out as though forced. “Choke her while you do it.”

Lucas shuffles forward, his hands still tight on the chair, as though forcing himself to stay seated.

Cole’s hand latches onto my neck, and his lips dust over mine. “Such a good girl, beauty, letting my brother watch us as I fuck your little pussy.”

I moan at his words, and his fingers tighten on my throat, just as his thick cock pushes past my entrance.

“Are you fucking her raw?” Lucas’s voice comes out choked in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

He mumbles a “Jesus” as though he’s transfixed at the thought, and his lips part.

“Fuck. You feel good.” Cole thrusts his hips forward. “Mmm, so good.” His mouth falls open in pleasure, and a look of euphoria coating his features makes me clench his cock tighter in pleasure.

“Her tits. Play with her tits.” Lucas’s heady voice fills the room between Cole’s grunts and my moans.

Cole’s hand leaves my throat as he sits back slightly. Staring down at my tits, he pushes them together, tweaking the nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck, that looks amazing.” Lucas rests forward on his elbows, his face trained on Cole’s hands pushing my tits together. My necklace rests between them as he massages his fingers over my nipples, earning him a satisfying moan from my lips.

“More,” I beg.

“Do it. Suck on her nipple, pull it tight.”

I throw my head back in ecstasy as his lips lock around my nipple. His tongue flicks over my peak, and he sucks it hard into his wet mouth. I grip the bed sheets, balling them in my fists.

“Hold his head, Tia. Force him on your tit.” My mouth drops open, and my pussy begins to clench. Cole hammers into me harder and harder as my hand locks around his head, holding him to my tit. He bites my nipple, then quickly sucks away the sting. Using my other hand, I claw at his back, frantically digging my nails in.

The bed hits the wall over and over again with the power behind Cole’s movements.

I meet his thrusts; his cock begins to pulsate.

I raise my hips into him, and his movements stutter.

“Fuck her harder, Cole. Harder!” Lucas barks in annoyance.

I latch onto his eyes, his wide in awe. His hips move against his joggers, clearly rubbing his erection against the material for friction, and his chest is heaving up and down in excitement.

When I feel Cole’s cock burst with cum, I scream out my orgasm.

“Oh god, yes!”

My gaze is on Lucas and his slackened jaw, his body suddenly rigid.

Did he just come?

A tremor works through me at the thought, sending a thousand tingles over my body, along with a flutter of need.

Need for him.