CHAPTER 33

CROW

He was tired. Dead tired. Or so he thought.

He was dozing off a few minutes ago, but looking at her wearing that red pajamas instantly woke him up.

“We can leave it for another day if you want,” she replied.

He wasn’t gonna let this opportunity pass.

“No way,” he said.

She smiled and he got up, going after her into Lucian’s room. She saw his eyes grow hungry the second he saw her.

“Oh God, what a long day,” Lexie said, sitting cross-legged in the middle of Lucian’s bed.

He sat in front of her, and extended, a grin adorning his face. The smile on her face was the best payment he could ever receive.

She extended her leg and put her foot in front of him. Lucian crawled to his side and grabbed his other one.

They learned to do this a long time ago. Their cousin Wallace owned a massage parlor, about ten years ago; he said a foot massage was a sure way to get into a woman’s heart… and sheets.

He chuckled, remembering. It’s been a while since they talked to Crazy Wally. He needed to thank him.

“Oh gosh that feels so good,” she said with a moan.

Fuck.

He was turned on the moment he saw her. He tried to focus on her, on relieving her pain, but touching her skin was making him wild. He had to keep it together.

“Right there,” she said, “right there.”

Who was she speaking to?

He wouldn’t spoil the moment by asking.

He briefly looked at Lucian, he was hypnotized by her, just like he was a moment ago.

This girl.

She smelled like vanilla or coconut or something so delicate and pure that he didn’t ever want to let her go.

He crossed his legs, put her feet over them and carried on, trying to think of something else.

She turned to him, then to Lucian. The way her breasts moved freely beneath that pajama. It was too much. He lowered his head and continued his massage up her lower leg, pressing on her shin and then the muscles on her calf.

“Oh, God,” she said, her voice trailing off.

Lucian moved to the side, away from him, not releasing her foot, and that’s when he saw it.

The loose pajama had a wet spot between her legs. His boner went steel hard. Holy shit.

She put her arms behind her head, her breathing the only thing breaking the silence.

A minute ago he was ready to go to sleep. Now he was ready to be up all night with her.

I guess that crazy bastard was right. Massages do work.

He kissed her toes, then softly went up kissing her foot and ankles. Goosebumps broke out on her skin.

Lucian pressed her calf, then grazed the length of her leg with his fingers. She quietly shivered, responding to him.

She was as turned on as they were. He wanted this woman to be his forever.

She moaned quietly as his fingers went up, massaging her leg.

Lucian fingers were doing the same. Four hands on her torso, touching her delicate skin, the buttons on her pajama ready to be ripped away. But they didn’t do that.

They wouldn’t waste a perfectly good pajama like that. He wanted to take her every night she wore it.

They took her hands and brought her up. He undid her top three buttons, just enough to bare her upper chest.

Crow was going to take his sweet time before he made her scream his name like she did with Lucian.

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Four hands on her body. Was this a dream? She thought she’d been completely relaxed after her shower but this was something else.

It felt as if these men worshipped her.

She had to pretend she wasn’t horny but somehow they knew. It wasn’t her moans, or how incredibly wet she was. These men were insatiable.

Lucian kissed her neck, and her cheek, her lips. She moaned. They kissed so differently and yet so passionately, Crow was fierce and powerful, Lucian more sensual.

No one kissed like them.

Crow softly kissed her breasts, burying his face between them. The three of them were so close together. She wanted to do this all day and finally she could.

Their hot skin burned against the fabric of her pajamas. She had grown so used to their touch so fast…

Crow slowly grazed her leg with his fingernails. The soft pain mixed with pleasure turned her on in an instant, it’s like they knew her weaknesses.

Lucian kissed her neck, while he joined Crow taking her top down, baring her shoulders, half of her body still clothed.

Lucian got off the bed and pulled her to him. Then he stopped.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, she turned to him and his eyes read only lustful fire.

“Stand up,” he ordered, and she did. Crow just looked at her.

Lucian raised her hands above her head and made her turn around.

“Oh, fuck,” Crow said, finally understanding what Lucian was doing.

“What?” she asked, both men looked at her like a lion looks at a helpless deer.

Lucian didn’t answer. His hands traveled from her shoulders down to her waist, then to the left button of her flapjack pajamas.

Oh, that.

“You didn’t tell us you bought this,” he said.

“I didn’t, I brought it from home.”

“You should have told us.”

“Why?”

Lucian undid the buttons on the back of her pajamas, baring her ass, and spanked her.

She yelled. The flash of pain quickly faded, but she wanted another one.

“Am I in trouble?” she asked.

“You know you are,” Lucian answered, moving closer to her until she fell on the bed, over Crow, who kissed her with fiery passion.

Every second of that kiss her anticipation grew. What are they going to do?

It didn’t matter. She was theirs, they could do anything they wanted to her.

She realized she was a slave to these feelings.

Lucian pulled her to him. She could see how hard he was, his manhood pressed against his underwear, hinting at what was in store for her.

Her top was open, her breasts exposed, facing down to the bed and Crow. A minute ago they were going to take her pajamas off, now they weren’t interested in that at all.

Lucian spanked her again, harder this time. She blurted out a moan, she wanted more, she needed it.

Crow took his underwear off. A shiver ran down her spine. She’d ridden him before. She wanted to know who was the one who would take her. Both men took her to heaven, she couldn’t choose between them.

Lucian put his cock between her legs, pulling her pajama back, baring her pussy.

Or would he?

Their cocks inched close to one another, steel hard. She bit her lip, wanting them now, her juices flowing, ready to take them, any of them. She couldn’t wait.

Lucian slid his cock between her legs, and Crow made her lean forward closer to him. He couldn’t wait either.

A drop of her lust ran down her thigh and Crow rose his waist to meet it with his cock. It was burning hot, just like Lucian’s.

She looked at him, he was on the edge, too. He moved back, his cock going higher, grazing her body, and suddenly their manhood found each other in her crease.

She moved her hand down to touch them, both of them, and grind them against each other, and against her. They couldn’t hold back. They fought for every millimeter of her skin, soaked in her juices.

Lost in frenzy, she had to see, all of them together, grinding against each other, transformed by their lust. She, and Lucian and Crow, all in one spot, their manhoods touching and grinding each other, taking turns to feel her mound.

Lucian pulled his cock back, slowly grazing her sex, going up to her ass.

She was about to explode.

“Take me,” she said, “just take me.”

She said the craziest thing. But she needed them, she needed them both at the same time.

Crow’s shaft grazed her entrance, he was the one who’d penetrate her first. His big rod ready to slide inside of her, to fill her with his love and care and passionate fury. She almost tumbled down over him, pleasure taking over her, but Lucian held on tight to her waist.

Crow was big, too big, his manhood filled her. Then her other man’s arousal grazed her, too. He was going in, from behind. She wanted him to. It was far too late now, she couldn’t think straight.

She wasn’t thinking when she asked them to fuck her like that.

Oh my God, I love it.

The sudden pain of having a cock enter her from behind meant nothing compared to the delicious feeling of having both their cocks inside of her.

They were inside, incredibly hard, her body full of her men, both of them sharing her, fucking her, at the same time. Her eyes were blank in delight.

“I said fuck me!” she yelled at them, “both of you!”

Having them take her like this… the mere thought of it was so wrong… but so good at the same time. She was going insane with pleasure. This was completely new to her, they opened a new horizon, she didn’t want anyone else, ever again. These men were more than she deserved.

They were deep inside of her now, and she couldn’t go back. They’d ruined her. She couldn’t be with any other man anymore. She had tasted a bit of heaven.

Lucian spanked her again, his cock going out and then back in, pressing against Crow’s on her sex, “say you like this.”

She didn’t want to say it. It was completely against who she thought she was. “I love it!” She screamed, without wanting to, “I love it…”

“You belong to us,” Crow said, pulling her hair back, “say it.”

She nodded, she couldn’t speak now, she was completely lost, waves of pleasure washing over her.

Lucian pushed her forward, over Crow, and lay on her back, his shaft finding a rhythm with his brother’s, an insanely sexual ritual they were just creating.

She was sandwiched between the two, their cocks deep inside, Lucian bit the back of her neck while Crow kissed her.

Tears fell down her cheeks, delight taking a hold of her. She’d never felt as close to anyone as she was to them right now.

“You’re mine,” she said without thinking, “you’re mine.”

They stiffened even harder, embracing her, embracing each other.

Their hot skin pressed against her and she looked outside.

The city looked back, it’s points of light shining in the darkness of the night.

“Yes,” Lucian said as he kept going in and out, in and out of her hole, “I’m yours.”

Crow’s blue eyes fixed on hers.

“Say you’re mine,” she said.

He put his hand on her mouth, shutting her up, then went stiff, yelling in ecstasy, his warm seed exploding inside of her.

He couldn’t deny it any longer.

“I’m yours!” he replied.

She pushed harder against him, against Lucian. And the look on his eyes was enough to bring her over the edge.

“Fuck!” she said, “I’m yours! I belong to you! Both of you!”

Her orgasm coursed through her body like an electric storm, flashing everywhere, taking her to the sky.

Lucian exploded inside, his warm seed filled her, she could tell how different they were, how perfect.

“I belong to you,” she said, as her body gave in, her contracted muscles relaxing, “I belong to you.”

They lay there, both of her men inside, not wanting to pull out of her, her juices fused with their seed, dripping down on the bed.

She had gone too far.