My heart’s in my throat, still pounding like crazy. I still can’t believe this is happening. It feels like some kind of crazy dream that I’ll wake up from.
I ease down the hallway, terrified to make any noise, especially now I have Dylan in tow. The last thing I want to do is call attention to myself in the middle of the night, only a few feet away from Drew’s door with some serious sex glow and bed hair.
Standing outside of it, I take in a deep breath.
“What are you doing?” Dylan asks, shifting from foot to foot in what looks like anticipation. If I was worried about my appearance being a giveaway, Dylan’s huge boner would definitely do the job.
“He’s gonna be angry with me,” I say. Of all my stepbrothers, Drew definitely has the worst temper and seriously knows how to hold a grudge. What if he doesn’t forgive me? What if he decides I’m too much of a hassle and moves on to someone else?
“Nah, just frustrated. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t convince you.”
Dylan turns the handle this time but he lets me walk in first.
Unlike Dylan’s room, Drew’s is totally dark, complete with blackout curtains to match his darkly painted walls. If I didn’t know any better, I’d be a little creeped out. I’ve only seen his room a handful of times, so I shuffle carefully across the floor to his bed.
Wait. Where is he? My eyes adjust to the dark and there’s no lump in his made bed, no Drew. I catch my lip between my teeth.
“What do you think you’re doing, Milly?”
Drew’s breath ghosts across the back of my neck. I don’t know how I didn’t realize he was right behind me, not with his presence so obviously there. He leans in closer, dropping his mouth to my ear. “What are you doing in my room?” He inhales, his fingertips just barely grazing my side. “Smelling like sex?”
Dylan moves and Drew turns his head quickly. “Smelling like sex with my brother behind you.”
Trembling, I want to turn around and face him. I want to tell him how sorry I am and how much he means to me, but it doesn’t feel that simple with him. Especially not when he takes hold of my hair and tilts my neck to the side, his other hand slipping up my long t-shirt.
It’s embarrassing how loud I’m breathing as he puts his hand between my legs. I know I’m wet on my thighs. It’s been trickling down since I stood up from Dylan’s bed. If he keeps it up I won’t be able to hold myself up for much longer. “So wet, Milly,” he says with a slight chuckle that feels as dark as his room. “And no panties. You been fooling around with Dylan?”
I shudder under him, whimpering when he takes his hand away. The power he has over me is so intense and he’s barely done anything…yet. Closing my eyes, I try and focus on answering him and not how delicious it feels as he tugs on my hair. “Yeah.”
Drew’s quiet for a moment, still setting my skin on fire under his touch along my stomach and up between my breasts. “What did he do to you? Did he make you come?” he grumbles along my neck, his lips barely touching me.
I nod because the overwhelming sensations are making it difficult for me to talk. He’s got complete control over me, grabbing my hair and giving himself access to my body, but he barely touches me, leaving me wanting him even more. I squirm when his thumb brushes across my sensitive nipples, once, twice, until he rolls them between his fingers. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be even wetter.
“Did he fuck you?”
“No he didn’t,” Dylan says. He’s come closer now and my eyes have adjusted to the dark. I’m between them and feel so tiny.
“Stay out of this,” Drew hisses at Dylan. I feel the tension between them but there must be some more silent triplet communication because Dylan backs off a little. Drew turns his attention back to me. “If you came in here to fuck me, Milly, you’re out of luck.”
“What?” I gasp. I mean, I knew there was a possibility that he wouldn’t want me anymore but I was so hopeful after Dylan that things would be okay. My shoulders slump.
“You think it so easy. Turn up in my bedroom dressed like that, smelling like that but saying nothing about what got us here in the first place. You pushed us away and now you want to draw us back. It’s not that easy, Milly.”
“She knows that, Drew,” Dylan says softly. “She told me how she feels.”
“And you believe her? You want her?”
“Yeah, Drew. Nothing’s changed for me.”
Drew relaxes his grip on my a little. I can feel his resolve slipping but he’s still not convinced, and I get it. He needs to hear how much I need him.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I say softly. I reach back and slip my fingers into his hair, trying to soothe him. “I made so many mistakes. I said horrible things. I denied everything, but I don’t want to do that anymore. It hurts too much.”
Drew curves himself around me, taking in everything I’ve said but not reacting. Does he believe me? Will it be enough?
“Tell me how much you want me,” Drew orders pressing himself even harder against me, his cock throbbing. “How much you want this.”
He won’t let me spin around so I stay put, licking my lips. “I don’t just want you, Drew. I need you.” I reach behind me to try and stroke him but he pushes my hand away. “Please. I want you so bad I can’t stand it. Let me show you how I feel.” I’m surprised when tears well up in my eyes.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” He grinds himself against me, his cock poking me harder as he lets go of my hair and grabs firmly on my hips to hold me in place. I take hold of one hand and bring it to my cheek, showing him my tears.
For a second he stiffens as though I’ve slapped him in the face.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry, Drew. I was wrong for saying all those things. I was just scared and the thought of our parents trying to keep us all apart made me crazy. I can’t let anyone push us away from each other. I need you. I need all of you, please.”
Drew drops his face to my shoulder, kissing me gently. “No, I’m sorry, Mills. I’m sorry for making you cry. I never want to be the reason for your tears.”
With his hands still on my hips, Drew pushes me to walk forward until I’m standing in front of a bare wall. He takes my hands and puts them above my head and raises my shirt over and off of me. I’m totally naked and at his mercy—both of us know it. Pressing me against the wall, Drew pushes my legs apart and my breasts squish up against the cold wall, my nipples standing out. I squeeze my thighs together the best I can, shaking in anticipation for what he’s about to do.
He’s slid down to his knees until I feel his mouth on the lower part of my calf while he firmly massages my other leg. “It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. In those little shorts you were wearing when Dad introduced us. These beautiful. Amazing. Toned. Legs,” Drew says, ending every syllable with a kiss. And as his mouth skirts up the back up my calf he moves to the other side. “Stay put,” he demands, pushing my thighs apart.
Sucking in a breath, I try to regain my composure. But the truth is I’m utterly at his mercy.
“It’s hard for me to decide which part of your gorgeous body I like the best, though. The three of us have tried to figure it out, but really…” his mouth moves upward, his warm tongue trailing up the back of my thigh, “it’s impossible.”
I bite my lip as his breath rushes up my backside.
Drew’s hands cup my ass from underneath, heaving both round cheeks. I feel his thumbs brushing up underneath them, spreading me until I’m completely open and vulnerable to the close proximity of his mouth. I can practically feel his grin as I shudder.
“This is the kind of view I live for, right here,” he mutters, placing a kiss on each side of my ass, squeezing it together. He stands up slowly until his cock rests where his mouth just was.
I can’t help but back up and try to grind against it, desperate for him to fuck me like this. I pout when Drew pulls back for a second and chuckles in my ear.
“Uh-uh. Say it first, Milly.” He slides his hand down to cup my ass again, this time pushing his fingers past my already wet slit, his breathing ragged. “Tell me what you want us to do to you.”
I moan uncontrollably as Drew thrusts his fingers deep inside my quivering pussy, his thumb rubbing all around my clit. “Oh god…I want you both to fuck me, Drew, Dylan. Please, I’m begging you. Just fuck me.”
The sound of two groans behind me is almost too much to bear and I grind my ass against his hand. “You want me…” he lines himself up with my waiting entrance, “to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
I’m expecting him to push inside me. My pussy feels so empty, so ready.
But instead, he takes a step back, leaving me panting.
“We better get over to Dane’s room then,” he says, and Dylan chuckles.
“Funny, that’s what I said.”
“We learned to share when we were three, dude,” Drew laughs quietly. “Why break the habit of almost a lifetime.”